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“I’m an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.”
— Gabriel (The Prophecy)
amansinidolum:
“I’ve done absolutely nothing evil here yet, Archangel. Certainly nothing that would be worth the sheer loss of human lives. I just came to talk, nothing untoward.”
Nothing yet, of course. The night is young and he hasn’t quite decided how much he’s going to expand his underground kingdom of corruption.
And there’s something thrilling about flirting with danger. That’s entirely what archangels are for beings like him, divine entities of pure celestial being and death. It leaves him breathless and starry eyed.
“Your very existence invites corruption.”
She speaks with the certainty of a true believer, not with anger. Ariel doesn’t detest her fallen siblings. She merely knows what must be done. The same way one can love a rabid dog. Enough to put them down before they cause harm and suffer.
Still, he is technically correct. Showing her teeth, Ariel loosens her grip.
“If you want to talk, come with me. I don’t dance.”
Someplace quieter.
amansinidolum:
“shh, i got you. i’ve got you. just dance with me.” he begins swaying them to the music - less attention to be drawn that way. “no one will think anything of it so long as we just. dance. would hate to cause a scene, wouldn’t you?” there’s just a hint of menace under his words.
Ariel is always steely-eyed and steel-spined. Few who know of her would likely consider her unwilling to draw attention to herself. Her nails dig in where she’d taken an instinctive hold on Belial’s shoulders.
It is only a flick of her eyes to the humans around them that keeps them from being rending claws instead.
“A scene? I would be well within my responsibilities to cause a minor catastrophe wiping you from the face of the earth, демон.”
“I am Eden. God’s grand garden; abandoned, forgotten. The home of temptation, and birthplace of sin— just another empty room waiting, longing, to be visited again.”
— holy means lonely. // m.a.w
reasons gabriel is the best
1) he’s not
2) I’m the best
3) Uriel is second best. We switch depending on the day.
4) Pride and Vanity are both sins
re that last post bc now I’m leaning into my random chaos urges:
you’re most likely to see Ariel’s rings as a calming, dull gold. it’s the same color as the fur on her lion’s head
the obvious assumption would be that darker = anger, but in actual fact you know you’re fucked if they’re pure blinding white.
her wings going a more natural brown is probably a sign of boredom or sadness. rose gold for contentedness or love, which almost no one ever sees besides her various strays. black for fear.
concept: angels with haloes that change color like mood rings
I want,,,,more Ari,,,,so starter call
homocatholicism:
“Ariel!” He choruses and crams her to his chest in an embrace that could pulverise a human rib cage. Then releases her: “I was wondering when you’d finally show your face! I was just telling Jophiel here about how thrilled I was to receive your RSVP,” not that non-attendance was an option; Gabriel had crafted the invites that way. “Politics,” he scoffs, and scoops her into his orbit with a hand at the small of her back. “This isn’t about politics.”
And he guides her to a secluded part of the bedazzled ballroom to brief her: “I just need you to show face tonight. I’m not asking you to make conversation, or even to be pleasant, just… Make sure people know you were here, hm?” He patronises her with a squinting smile. “Don’t fuck this up for me, okay?”
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
Ariel’s voice is quiet but clear, and backed with steel. From a distance, between her smile and her begrudging acceptance of Gabriel’s hands on her, it very likely looks like a perfectly pleasant conversation.
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
“Besides. As with all things, this isn’t about you, it’s about Her. Correct?”
a few pages from the 19th century diary of miss elizabeth aveling. i don’t know who she was or where she was from, but holding her diary of sketches and daydreams was transcendent.
life in a bookshop, no. 20 photo by celeste noche
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Well. At least there was one benefit to being forced to socialize in this bastardization of her domain. Uriel and Ariel were both busy beings. She could do worse than an evening (eugh, time) catching up with her sibling and a few glasses of mead.
So it was with something of a relieved smile that Ari found Uriel, calling their name and holding out both hands in the offer of a polite embrace of greeting. Were angels touching this decade? She could never remember, but then, odd times made for odd practices.
“It’s good to see you, Uri!”
marina and the diamonds sentence starters ( tw: alcohol, suicidal ideation )
teen idle
“ I want the world to go away ”
“ I wanna drink until I ache “
“ I wanna make a big mistake ”
“ oh god, i’m gonna die alone ”
“ ain’t youth meant to be beautiful? ”
“ feeling super, super, super, suicidal ”
savages
“ I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand ”
“ we can be bad as we can be good ”
“ underneath it all, we’re just savages ”
“ are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior? ”
“ we’re just animals still learning to behave ”
“ has something deep inside of us come undone? ”
primadonna
“ would you do anything for me? ”
“ I can’t help that I need it all ”
“ but it’s always someone else’s fault ”
“ I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though ”
“ you can count on me to misbehave ”
“ I’m sad to the core ”
starring role
“you’re hard to hug, tough to talk to ”
“ you don’t love me ”
“ I’ll never tell you how I feel ”
“ let’s just get drunk, forget we don’t get on ”
“ I send my best regards from hell ”
“ nothings ever gonna give ”
oh no!
“ I’m only after success ”
“ I just wanna change ”
“ I feel like I’m the worst, so I always act like I’m the best “
“ I know exactly what I want and who I wanna be “
“ I’m gonna live, I’m gonna fly ”
“ I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna die “
are you satisfied?
“ are you satisfied with an average life? ”
“ do I need to lie to make my way in life? ”
“ nobody can stop me ”
“ It’s my problem if I wanna pack up and run away ”
“ It’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die ”
“ nothing comes free ”
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The thing is--Ariel would very much prefer not to be here. She’s never had the other angels’ flair for the dramatic and ostentatious*. So her plan had always been to be announced, offer a perfunctory curtsey at the bottom of the stairs, and then immediately find one of the other archangels and count down until she could leave.
Thankfully, Gabriel’s complete lack of volume control made him easy to find. Ariel headed over with long strides, laying a hand on his arm to get his attention.
“I fail to see why I was required to come. I asked to be left out of interdepartmental politics aeons ago.”
*This is blatantly false, but such things could not get in the way of a good sulk.
At times like this, she didn’t feel like they were just twins. They were teammates. They were partners. They were two halves of the same spirit. And it was Good.
Archangels Uriel and Ariel of Good Omens as written on @prophecyfailed and @naturaepraesido
