Calling My Angel || (@israfiltheburning)
Clothilde shrugged her shoulders, like it was no big deal. She had Israfil and that was okay for now. Yes she did miss her father and even her little brother on the occasions she got to see him, but they could wait. She didn’t know how to get home from here, so she’d wait for Israfil. Another question popped in to her head “When is your other..vessel, coming back..Simon.” she asked raising a slight brow.
Israfil shook his head. "I do not know," he said. "All Grayface curses are temporary, but... it is hard to say for certain what has become of my True Vessel." He paused, then sighed, combing his fingers through the abnormally long hair on his head. He'd gotten so used to having very little at all, it was strange for him, but it was a mere passing thought; a vessel was a vessel, after all. "I will be recharged enough to take you back, soon. Worry not."














