s e r a p h

once the prophet elijah, now the archangel sandalphon; twin to the heavenly scribe, leader of the seraphim, angel of music and prayer. m!a: none, accepting. [independent supernatural oc. will rp with anyone from any fandom. mun is 16, so no smut, but violence is acceptable (and encouraged)]

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

[letheomania]

If our love is t r a d e g y, why are you my remedy? If our love’s iNSANITY why are you my                                                                 ｃｌａｒｉｔｙ?

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

⊰❀⊱ —; Her first thought was of Josiah. What about him? Back in Russia, where they both claimed one another to be the other’s home. No love was said, but it was bordering such, was it not? She could not—

But Josiah had Samanha now, apparently. Luka was but a friend, nothing more. She would harm none if she accept Ophan’s affections.

"But I—but why? I—I am only half and there are so many others. You—you’re so whole and noble and I—I am nothing." He did, after all, hold an angel’s blade to her throat when they first met, mildly scolded her for existing. How could any emotion he felt that night evolve into love?

[letheomania]

'Whole and noble'--Sandalphon couldn't help but to flinch at those words, his thoughts turning back to all the mistakes he'd made since choosing to come back down to earth. Since ascending, even. Especially the mistakes he'd made with her, which he couldn't manage forget no matter how hard he tried.

"You are not nothing," he told her, then, voice firm. "You are more to me than any angel up in Heaven and any other being on this earth. I'm sorry I didn't realise this earlier."

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

⊰❀⊱ —; Brows raised up some, confusion clear on her face. She was already vaguely aware he cared for her if not enough to say around, then enough to pop in every so often. Why reiterate? Why apologize? She didn’t understand it. "I thought—I mean, I liked to think you did—…somewhat." She cleared her throat, nervous hues flickering about as her shoulders shrugged. “I mean, we are friends, yes? And—and caring is what friends do. There is no need to apologize for it—"

[letheomania]

Her confusion brought a smile to his face--if only a brief one, cleared away in an instant for the placidity he preferred, even clouded over with doubt as it may have been. He'd hoped that she would understand without him having to explain himself, move any further into such uncharted territory. Ah, well. All the better for the clarity.

"No, you--you misunderstand. Of course we're friends--of course--I wouldn't have bothered trying to get back if we weren't. But this is perhaps a little more--should I call it love? Would that be simpler?"

[snowiscominghome]

Success is only another form of failure if we forget what our priorities should be.

(2/50) Crushes : Harry Lloyd 

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

⊰❀⊱ —; She listened to every word, silent and polite as always. Why was it that Josiah and Samantha came back with little to no effort, yet it took Ophan so much? Was it his rank, perhaps? She would blame it on that because there was no other excuse. When he paused, she spoke, brows furrowed in an ever-worried expression. “What?" she asked gently, head canting to the side. “I-I mean, is everything alright?" He seemed off—more so than usual.

[letheomania]

Even with her prompting, it's a short while before he can work up the confidence to continue. It's been... a long time since he's felt this nervous, so unsure of himself. He's always had confidence in what he was doing, for as long as he could remember--except, it seems, whenever it came to the nephilim.

"Listen, you're very..." Another non-starter; Ophan gives up, tries again. "I haven't been up-front with you. Not entirely. And perhaps it would have saved us both a lot of trouble if I had. I care about you... a great deal, Miss Somov. I'm sorry."

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

⊰❀⊱ —; She nodded silently, refusing to make eye contact. It would surely allow her to grow attached all over again. She had let Ophan go, accepted that she was not a priority. She wan’t offended by it, but she was barely over it.

[letheomania]

Should he be--apologising? Throwing himself at her feet and begging for forgiveness? He didn't know--settling instead for pressing on despite her silence, filling in the spaces with uncharacteristic chatter. "I had to pull all sorts of strings to get to come back. Heaven's one enormous bureaucracy--I was back there, I didn't mention that--and it takes a lot of form-filling to go anywhere." On like that, for a little bit, then a pause.

"...Luka, there's something I want to--"

But the words stop dead in his throat before he gets there. It's probably for the better.

[the-forgotten-savages-blog]

⊰❀⊱ —; “I thought you were gone permanently this time," she said quietly, dark hues flitting away. She had began to pop out of her protective shell as of late, ut now she felt like scrambling for it; she felt exposed.

[letheomania]

He shifted, ever so slightly uncomfortable--emotional confrontations weren't exactly his way, after all. "I thought so too. I should have said good-bye to you, but--I'm back now." Never mind the things in the pauses that he isn't saying.

[askboxmemes]

I ship you with ______!

[letheomania]

Bonus points for why.

[corxcalculus-deactivated2013111]

  〈Message at 12:30 AM〉You know, for an Archangel you’re pretty squealy.  〈Message at 12:31 AM〉Gotta pay this chick and I’ll be gone. 〈Message at 12:33 AM〉Wait. YOU’VE KNOWN WHERE THE FUCK I WAS THIS WHOLE TIME?

[letheomania]

[to: ADPHAHT] Yes. Were you texting me while you were [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] You are ATROCIOUS!!!!! [sent]

[letheomania]

Congratulations! You just won the “Quality Role-Player Award” today! This is proof that you have exhibited exemplary skills in the field of Role-Play. Copy and paste this to other RP blogs that you think are quality~

ooc ;; THIS KILLS THE MUN,,,,

[letheomania]

ooc ;; i might actually start collecting jake abel gifs whispers 'someday'

[letheomania]

lmao,,,,

[corxcalculus-deactivated2013111]

  〈Message at 10:59 PM〉Cool it bro, I can practically smell your desperation from all the way over here. 〈Message at 11:00 PM〉But I’m a little busy right now. 〈Message at 11:00 PM〉How about you give me an address to a PUBLIC place, and we can sit down and have a nice chitchat before I hand over the goods.

[letheomania]

[to: ADPHAHT] Oh thank God [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] There's a park two streets away from where you are right now and I have some things to do quickly but I'll meet you there [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] I'll come alone don't worry about that or anything [sent]

[letheomania]

[to: ADPHAHT] Give me my blade back [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] Now. [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] Please. ASAP. [sent]

[corxcalculus-deactivated2013111]

〈Message at 10:31 PM〉Gee man, I don’t know… 〈Message at 10:31 PM〉It’s a pretty effective weapon after all, and I DO have a lot of fucktrucks on my tail… 〈Message at 10:33 PM〉Tell you what: you give me some good incentive and I’ll think about it. ;)

[letheomania]

[to: ADPHAHT] Incentive? I don't have anything you could possibly want [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] How does me not carving my name into your ribs with it work for incentive [sent] [to: ADPHAHT] Give you my word I won't send you howling back to Hell if you cooperate?? [sent]

[letheomania]

You're wonderous and kind and your smile is lovely. I don't want you to go back to Heaven. Not without a proper goodbye, at least...

[letheomania]

You're a weenie. Whoops—did I forget to turn on anon?

You're despicable.

[letheomania]

You're just about one of the most amazeballs RPer's I've had the pleasure of writing with. uvu