attend the spell of his voice, all mute

My name is Israfil. I'd prefer to be left alone. Multi-fandom OC, though in the Supernatural fandom. Will RP with anyone. Please read the "about" page. M!A - visible wings for 48 hours online [ ] offline [x]

[thevicomtesdaughter]

Calling My Angel || (@israfiltheburning)

[thevicomtesdaughter]

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.

[israfiltheburning]

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."

[israfiltheburning]

ooc: still alive. things have just been a little hectic. just about everyone seems to have dropped off the face of the earth anyway, granted, but still i felt there should be some sort of explanation here.

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Morning (@israfiltheburning}

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Finlay seemed to have forgotten food. He sat up slightly and slipped his arms around Israfil’s neck, kissing down the angel’s collarbone and biting him gently on the shoulder. 

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled, not really listening. 

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil fidgeted, a little bewildered by the turn of events, but he found he didn't mind the odd affections, even sort of enjoyed them. He peered down at Finlay curiously and, after a hesitation, combed his fingers through the selkie's hair. 

[israfiltheburning]

+5

[twelveisnotmyage]

“Well, if it’s any consolation, they are absolutely lovely wings,” he says in a helpful tone.

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil blinked. He resolutely resisted the urge to preen, though his wings fluttered a little at the compliment. "...Thank you."

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Morning (@israfiltheburning}

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

“So long as you’re here you could be juggling kittens and I wouldn’t mind.” Fin sighed happily, planting a gentle kiss on the crook of Israfil’s neck. “Are you hungry?”

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil wanted to ask why anyone would juggle kittens, of all things, but he was quickly distracted by the gentle affections Finlay gave him. They were strange, and he wasn't sure how to react for a moment, but he gradually leaned his head back a little, baring his throat for Finlay's affections. "I rarely require sustenance," he said, "but food is pleasurable. If you are hungry, I will eat as well."

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Morning (@israfiltheburning}

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Fin sat up a little and nuzzled himself into Israfil’s neck, still groggy. 

“You must have been awfully bored.” he mumbled.

[israfiltheburning]

"Not at all," Israfil said, smiling a bit as he leaned into the nuzzle. "I enjoyed watching you." He paused. 'I hope that is all right." 

[goddessofjustice]

Is there nobody this evening that needs justice doing?

[goddessofjustice]

Whereas it’s very easy to fail my test. *Draws a feather from his sleeve and offers it to him with a sly smile* You may not have a soul, but is your heart light enough to balance the scales?

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil gazed at the feather for a moment, forlorn, before he shook his head. "No," he said, "it isn't. My heart is far from light - I am not blind to my own injustices." 

[israfiltheburning]

+1

[londonlioness-deactivated201510]

“Everyone’s got something. Smoothies, rain, bad movies… what is it that makes you happy?”

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil stared off into space for a long while. Eventually, he said, "Music."

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Morning (@israfiltheburning}

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

“Hey you.” Finlay slowly began to wake up a little. “Did ya get a good night’s sleep?” His fingers reached up and touched Israfil’s cheek gently as he gave a sleepy smile.

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil hummed and leaned into Finlay's touch, eyes sliding shut. A small, fond smile crossed his lips. "I did not sleep," Israfil said, unabashed. "Angels have little need for it, even partially fallen ones. I sleep once a week, at most."

[israfiltheburning]

+7

[israfiltheburning]

“I have seen Talia,” Israfil said, smiling a bit at the memory. “I am yet to cross paths with the others, though I am sure I would like to.”

[heavenwaslost-blog]

“The others are well, I assure you.” He nodded, smiling a little back at him.

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil smiled just a little. "That is good to hear."

[israfiltheburning]

+7

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil nodded. “A few. I see Ananchel frequently. Castiel, of course, still walks the Earth. I’ve seen a few others, but only in passing.”

[heavenwaslost-blog]

“I see them too. Azileane, Talia, Samandriel.”

[israfiltheburning]

"I have seen Talia," Israfil said, smiling a bit at the memory. "I am yet to cross paths with the others, though I am sure I would like to."

[goddessofjustice]

Is there nobody this evening that needs justice doing?

[goddessofjustice]

So the way of your god is to judge a man by his actions, not his true heart, yes?

[israfiltheburning]

More or less. If a man has good intentions when he murders another, does that make it any less wrong? And, if a greedy man gives money to the needy, does it make it any less generous? However, it's a case by case basis. It's actually quite difficult to earn way into Hell.

[israfiltheburning]

+1

[londonlioness-deactivated201510]

“What makes you happy Israfel?” CC wondered out loud, seeing something in his expression that she couldn’t place, but wanting him to be happy.

[israfiltheburning]

"Me?" Israfil looked up at CC again, a puzzled expression on his face. What made him happy? It unsettled him that he didn't know the answer. 

[israfiltheburning]

+5

[twelveisnotmyage]

“Oh you poor soul, I’m so sorry. Still, it could be worse, no?”

[israfiltheburning]

"It is perfectly fine," Israfil said, a little miffed, and though it didn't show on his face, his feathers ruffled a little. He didn't need any man's pity.

[thevicomtesdaughter]

Calling My Angel || (@israfiltheburning)

[thevicomtesdaughter]

Clothilde smiled softly and sat up to look at him. “Israfil..?” she asked and sighed. “Your not strong enough to take me home are you?” she asked “Not yet atleast.” she stated and nodded, knowing she was right.

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil bowed his head slightly, a little ashamed. "Yes," he said, "that is correct. I do not know how long it will take me to recharge..."

[israfiltheburning]

+2

[lastwordsluther-blog]

“An Angel of the Lord?” Luther sputtered out, eyes wide with a deep sigh. His head dropped, a hand raising to rub his brow. It was times like these that a quality arose in the executioner, one that he didn’t particularly like in himself. He was extraordinarily loyal without even considering whom he was being loyal to - if you told him something, he believed it. “How’re you down here?” 

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil sighed, shaking his head. "This body is a vessel," he said. "Or, it was - I am Fallen now." With this confession Israfil lowered his head, a little. It was a disgrace, to have Fallen so far from so high.

[selkieswag-deactivated20140121]

Morning (@israfiltheburning}

Fin stirred in Israfil’s lap and shuffled round, hiding his face in the angel’s shirt as a protest to the sunlight that beamed down onto his face.

“Muh.” He grunted and curled around Israfil, not even opening his eyes. “Mornin’.”

[israfiltheburning]

Israfil hadn't ever closed his eyes except for the few moments when it was necessary for him to blink, watching Finlay closely. When the selkie stirred, though, Israfil found himself grinning. "Good morning, Finlay."