The Lion Roars no More

@nomoreroar

((RP Blog for the SPN Fandom)) I'm Ariel. I'm an Angel of the Lord. I was an Assassin. But the Lion roars no more. I skipped Heaven. I became a Doctor.

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My parents own a small restaurant. It's well frequented and quite popular, but sadly it's not enough and they struggle financially, especially in Winter. The staircase and the roof of the house, which is both their workplace and their home, need renovation. Their car, which they need to go to the...

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

Ariel smiled at her and kissed her temple in return. “No need, Love, I’ve already got everything ready.” He unwrapped the towel from around Ru and started putting on the fresh diaper. “But maybe you’ve got a fresh PJ for us?”

“You put me to shame, Dr Ariel. Let me go get them. I think I have some nice and warm from drying…” She murmured, heading off before she returned a moment later, sniffing the now fresh baby grow, “Here we are. Smells so good.”

"Mmmh, that's perfect for nice dreams, my little cub." Ariel cooed before he took the baby grow from Ruth. "Mommy's the best, isn't she, Ru?" He smiled and kissed Ruth's cheek softly.

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

He chuckled at Ariel’s straight face and kissed Ariel’s cheek anyway. They settled at a table and began eating their ice cream.

“You got to loosen up.” He whispered softly.

“Not everything is to be treated with seriousness. Have some fun.”

"I am having fun, Balthazar. But you requested courtship, not dating. My researches revealed that courtship is all about ... Nonsexual. There's supposed to be no kissing. That's what my resources say." Ariel replied with a soft sugh.

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

“Hey, look who’s here, perving, Ru. Can’t let her lil man have some man time, your mommy, now can she?” Ariel grinned at his girlfriend. He lifted Ruben out of his tub and laid him on the towel ready on his changing table. He dried him off gently and wrapped him into his towel.

“’Perving’?! That’s…that’s pretty strong! ‘Checking up on my two boys’ is more like it,” She smiled, getting closer so that she could kiss their foreheads, “I’ll go lay out the diapers and everything. I won’t ‘perv’ anymore.”

Ariel smiled at her and kissed her temple in return. "No need, Love, I've already got everything ready." He unwrapped the towel from around Ru and started putting on the fresh diaper. "But maybe you've got a fresh PJ for us?"

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

Balthazar smiled as Ariel wrapped an arm around him, he hummed and stepped closer to Ariel and ordered the ice cream.

“Lemon only? Is that a euphemism for a request for a kiss?” He teased.

"No, Balthazar, no euphemism." Ariel told him and took his ice cream as it was given to him and handed back the money.

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

Balthazar chose his ice cream, a scoop of strawberry and chocolate in cone.

“What would you like Ariel?” He asked.

Ariel laid his arm around Balthazar's waist, marking his territory. "Just a scoop of lemon, please."

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

Ariel enjoyed spending time with his son, even if it meant bathing, nappy change and dressing. It was a nice change to see the healthy happy bundle of joy after long hours of hospital work.

Once Ruth had finally finished her cleaning and cooking, she headed through to the bathroom, a little smile on her face as she watched her boyfriend coo at their son. It was moments like this that she lived for, just to see the look of adoration on his face as he looked at his son. This made feeling exhausted worth it.

"Hey, look who's here, perving, Ru. Can't let her lil man have some man time, your mommy, now can she?" Ariel grinned at his girlfriend. He lifted Ruben out of his tub and laid him on the towel ready on his changing table. He dried him off gently and wrapped him into his towel.

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

Balthazar knew they were receiving odd looks, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed his time with Ariel. The ice cream was just a cherry on top of a sundae. They walked and once entering the shop, he knew exactly what he wanted.

Ariel didn't even notice the odd looks, he was enjoying his time with Balthazar, was enjoying the fact that they were just having a nice time out together without any ulterior motives for the ending of this evening. They would have nights like this more often, before Ariel would think of anything like that. He was in this to get to know and be with Balthazar, not his body.

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

He picked Ruben out of his crip, cooing to his son and nuzzling his soft cheek. “Gonna get you bathed now, Sweety, Daddy’s gonna make look all dashing for your dinner.” He took the baby to the bathroom and filled his baby tub with luke warm water.

Ruth let the veg cook away, adding a some herbs and spices to the mix before she started working on dishes and heaten up water to sterilize the bottles before preparing them for the night. She was on autopilot right now, her mind shutting down to rejuvenate itself. She needed it.

Ariel enjoyed spending time with his son, even if it meant bathing, nappy change and dressing. It was a nice change to see the healthy happy bundle of joy after long hours of hospital work.

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

Balthazar smiled in turn, following him close behind. He was pretty happy with how this evening was turning out. In fact he was more than impressed. He wondered how Ariel would deal with the new phase of a relationship. Father it would be nice to bowl or see a movie or something without worrying about impressing a human. Not to mention it would be nice to bottom for once.

Ariel lead Balthazar to the ice cream parlour he knew in this area. He started to like Balthazar’s wish for courtship. It was insteresting, he would be able to learn a lot from this, about Balthazar, about the Human world and its ways, and even about himself.

#balthazarrocks

He had hunted day and night since he got word of an Assassin of Heaven. Could it really be the one? All those years back. The Angel who was sent from Heaven to kill his mother? If it was or not it didn't matter. He deserved to die for what he did to all of those like him. Sent out to kill his kind just for being different. Innocence. Just because they were from a line not meant to be created. Gail could feel anger in him as he carefully hunted down the man who back then could have hunted him.

Ariel felt on edge lately. He really couldn’t put his finger on where the feeling came from these days. His life had settled, he had finally given up looking over his shoulder all the time. If they haven’t come for him yet, he figured, they wouldn’t come anymore. He had been replaceable, just as Gabriel had said.

So why was he now having the feeling that he was being followed?

“Alright…thank you.” With that Gail took to the buildings numbers, looking for the right door before gently knocking.

Ariel stayed close behind him as he had promised. This wasn’t supposed to be a suicide mission after all. He would protect his new friend, no matter what it’d take.

Gail took a deep breath before looking around, giving a small shrug when nobody answered the door. He knocked again timidly.

The door opened and Zephon stood before him, looking annoyed. “What?” he hissed at Gail.

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

He smiled happily. “Yes, of course. I’ll go take care of my son.” He let go of her and headed over to the crib where Ruben was playing with some of his grab toys.

“Good boy,” She joked, swatting his backside as she headed into the kitchen, starting to chop up some of the random veg they had to make them a vegetable stew. She made a note that she had to go shopping at some point.

He picked Ruben out of his crip, cooing to his son and nuzzling his soft cheek. “Gonna get you bathed now, Sweety, Daddy’s gonna make look all dashing for your dinner.” He took the baby to the bathroom and filled his baby tub with luke warm water.

#blueprintheart

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

I’ve missed you too. *he kissed her temple* I’m very much in favour of any kind of grown ups quality time after the story reading. *he held he closer*

Ruth smiled at his kiss, hugging into him closer. Her own lips pressed against his clothes chest. She couldn’t wait to get it off of him and curl up against his skin…and to wake up still curled up against his warm frame… “I am too. Now, let me go get started. We’ll have our dinner all ready.”

He smiled happily. "Yes, of course. I'll go take care of my son." He let go of her and headed over to the crib where Ruben was playing with some of his grab toys.

"Well well. Somebody managed to do something no angel can really do. Get smashed drunk. Congrats." Balthazar smirked, taking the vodka away from him and picking Ariel up bridal style. His wings fluttered as he tsked his way to his safe house. "Gotta say I envy you. Can't seem to get drunk." He murmured, appearing into his safe house bedroom and gently depositing him on the bed. "Still awake kiddo?"

Ariel flinched at the voice. It was loud and rumbling through his head like a marching army.

“Fu’off!” he slurred as he was being picked up.

He felt dizzy and a bit like drowning. Everything sounded dull, but at the same time way too loud. His head was pounding. He wondered if it could explode. What would it look like if it exploded? Would his Grace pour out? Like it had when he’d cut his chest earlier.

He just made some grumpy noise as he was deposited on the bed and curled up.

“Whatever you would like.” He whispered, smiling as he returned the caressing. His own wings touching Ariel’s fondly. An angelic courtship behavior.

Ariel shivered at the touch if Balthazar's wings. He took a deep breath to gather himself. "This way then, off towards ice cream." He smiled softly.

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

Consider it done, Love. I’m only on call tomorrow for late shift, so almost day off. *he pecked her cheek and laid his arms around her* why? You got plans?

*she smiled coyly, arching a brow* Maybe…*she wrapped her arms around his waist, burrowing her face into his shirt* I’ve missed you.

I've missed you too. *he kissed her temple* I'm very much in favour of any kind of grown ups quality time after the story reading. *he held he closer*

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

I could even do the bathing and changing, have even more bonding time. And if you need any help with Dinner, just let me know.

*she smiled and nodded* That’s be nice. I tell you what, if you get the bathing and feeding and changing done, dinner should be ready just before it’s tuck in time. And we could read a story? Then have some grown up dinner…are you working tomorrow?

Consider it done, Love. I'm only on call tomorrow for late shift, so almost day off. *he pecked her cheek and laid his arms around her* why? You got plans?

I love you, Ruthie bear.

I love you even more, Simba. And so does our little lion cub.

I know, and I totally admire your strength my Love.

*she smiled, shaking her head* You’re too good to me. Hm…*she cuddled in for a moment longer before sighing* Okay! Okay, I gotta get dinner ready. And feed lil’ Ru and get him changed and bathed and ready for bed. You wanna tuck him in tonight? Have a lil’ Daddy-son bonding time?

I could even do the bathing and changing, have even more bonding time. And if you need any help with Dinner, just let me know.

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