okay….something feels off. granted, he’s hasn’t been feeling great all week. he blames it on the lack of sleep. of the repeating nightmares. azrael’s blade in his hand; uriel’s blood sweeping into his shirt; coating his fingers; uriel falling lifeless in his arms. it never stopped. no matter what he did; no matter how much he drank or how high he got. uriel would still haunt his dreams; wound remind him of the monster he was. he’s not drunk or high as he stumbles into the room; the effects having worn off long ago. if he had been aware that his devil face was showing he would made a better effort to hide himself. as he does, he simply blinks. head tilting in confusion at the other; panic lacing in his stomach.  ❛ is something wrong? ❜
Something wasn’t quite right with her master. He had been quite upset lately, withdrawing from company and isolating himself. Not to mention she overheard a few nightmares of his, giving her a further cause for concern. This resulted in her checking up on him every now again and she noticed the worse he got, the redder he got and well...
she wasn’t unfamiliar with his devil face. She was a demon after all, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it and while it might’ve struck fear in the ones he deemed beneath him, they had a much more friendly relationship. When he spoke, Mallory couldn’t help but feel a bit of a knot forming in her stomach. Her red lips parted in a nervous smile, exposing her sharp long teeth. “Well, m’lord,” she began as her dark brows creased, and while her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, they were filled with concern. “You haven’t been yourself lately, it seems you have been isolating yourself.” Mallory bit her lower lip. “And, ahem, your...” She motioned around her face. “Your other face has been showing.”Â
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