Persephone Paz

Hi, My name is Persephone, just a great singer from Valhallow!!

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Persephone made her way across town to the Valhallow Event Center for the one thing she had been waiting for in anticipation for months, the Saints and Sinners Masquerade Ball. She entered the huge ballroom where creatures and humans alike intertwined, socializing,...

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Persephone took a sip of her wine when she had received it, pursing her lips a bit from the taste. It was sweet, but still bitter, something she was familiar with. As she took her small sips, she pondered for what she was to do. Should she just get roaring drunk and dance with a bunch of strangers? She shuddered at the idea, never again would she really be able to do something like that in fear of 'it' happening again. Suddenly, her view was obstructed, followed by a too familiar voice. A sly smile stretched upon her cheeks before she spoke. "Hmmm, I have no clue." She lied, playing along. Persephone was hoping that Azrael was going to appear this evening. The smell of bourbon and cologne was a scent that she also had come to be fond of as well. The scent was strong and her head felt a bit hazy, she bit her bottom lip softly.

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Sinner of the Night || Persephone and Open

Persephone made her way across town to the Valhallow Event Center for the one thing she had been waiting for in anticipation for months, the Saints and Sinners Masquerade Ball. She entered the huge ballroom where creatures and humans alike intertwined, socializing, dancing, and everything in between. She was very excited to spend the night with a room full of 'strangers' and possibly meet someone she knew all over again. Persephone wasn't sure if the gold wire mask she wore really hid her identity, but she was going to have fun nonetheless. As she began to drift through the crowd, the eyes of many were on her. The Siren smirked slyly as she passed them, winking as some made eye contact with her. She soaked in all the attention she was getting, but really, who wouldn't be looking at her in that drop dead gorgeous dress. Persephone even hoped to even take a man home tonight, if it lead that way. She was a sinner this evening and it excited her to try something new. The Siren made her way through the crowded room towards the bar to get a much needed drink. When she arrived, she gained the attention of the bartender and ordered a glass of wine. She waited as her eyes met anothers.

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The dress and mask

[azraelsarmy]

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

The fact that she took the time to ask him more questions worried Azrael, and for a moment he worried that she would decline his offer. Thoughts raced through his head all once, primarily dealing with what he was going to do if she said no to him. He could slip it into her pocket when she wasn’t paying attention. Azrael had always been pretty stealthy, and he could probably get away with that. However, that wasn’t how he wanted to go about it at all, so he tried to stick with his previous plan and just come across as nice and innocent. If he stuck with the story, surely she would come around. After all, Persephone seemed like the gullible type, at least from what Azrael knew about her so far. She wouldn’t turn down a helpless man in need. Right?

"The truth is, Persephone…" Azrael said, his voice trailing as the familiar alcohol buzz began to take over. It was calming, relaxing, and warming, which helped him to ease up in his seat and talk more easily. "I don’t have anybody here to give it to. All of my friends and family are up in heaven now, you see, and I don’t have a single friend in all of Valhallow. That’s why I want you to take it. I wouldn’t want to give it to somebody that I didn’t know, and I’m not willing to sell it." He shook his head repeatedly for the effect. "No, it’s much too valuable to sell. I wouldn’t get the money that it’s worth if I just sold it to a pawn shop or something. That’s why I’d prefer to pass it along, to somebody that could use it."

He pushed the ring closer to her once more. “Please, take it. You don’t understand how painful it is for me to look at it. It’s hurts me more than you’d care to imagine.” Suddenly, Azrael’s conversation was interrupted. The appetizers that he had ordered arrived at the table, as well as a refill on his drink. He stopped talking to let her think it over, as well as to pass her one of the small plates that the waiter had brought to them. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke again. “It’s fine if you don’t want it, I completely understand.” Another lie. Azrael was desperately clinging to the hope that she would take the ring. If she did, all of his plans would finally begin to take hold.

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There was an internal battle going on in the Siren's mind. What was she to do? Half wanted to believe his story, the other didn't. Half wanted to take the ring, the other didn't. No longer was she looking at him, but her gaze was shifted to her wine glass. It wasn't any particular reason though. Her elbow rested on the table as she set her index finger on the rim of her glass, slowly circling her finger around it. She continued this motion for a while before glancing back up to him."It isn't made of bronze or silver, is it?" She asked, still not looking at him.

Sirens were weakened by those metals. From each of the Sirens she had met, it had a different affect for each individual. For some, it made their bodies weak. Others, their immune systems were actually weakened. It even burned some. But for Persephone, shocks. Almost as if she were sticking her finger into an electrical socket. It hurt like hell, so she tried as much as she could, to stay away from such metals. 

Persephone picked up her glass again and took a sip, listening to him answer her. The debate continued though her mind as he spoke. Should she take the ring? Should she not? She still didn't trust him, well, she did to an extent, but his story just seemed a little farfetched to her, but she didn't let him know that. Even though she was having a hard time believing his story, she was going to take the ring.

[azraelsarmy]

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

Finally, she had asked about him. As the questions poured out of her mouth in a smooth, sing-song, tone, Azrael smirked. He could tell that the girl was interested in him, he could feel it radiating from her smile and off of her skin. The ability to read people had always been one of Azrael’s favorite things about being a demon. It made it easy to manipulate situations and work them to his advantage. When she finished, he took another sip of his drink and decided on what he was going to tell her. The truth? A lie? He wasn’t ready to put his cards all out on the table just yet, so he thought it would be best to keep her in the dark.

"I’m a Fallen Angel," Azrael lied, and gave a half hearted smile. The lie made him feel better, as if he was in control of the situation. She wouldn’t trust him properly if she knew that he was a demon, so the fact that he lied only helped his cause. He continued to twirl the ring in his pocket between his fingers. "And I’m unemployed, at least for the time being." With that, Azrael lifted the ring out of his pocket and set it down on the table. Now was where things got tricky. He had to actually follow through with the plan which involved a small, made up, sob story. The ring sat on the table in front of them, and Azrael stared at it with the saddest eyes he could muster.

"When I was an angel, I was one of God’s most favored servants." He gave a sniffle and thought about Evan, his inspiration for the fake back story. He continued, "I had such a wonderful life there. I was friends with all the angels and had the opportunity to worship my God with everything that I had." Azrael paused for dramatic effect. "And then—then it was all taken away from me. I was sent to Earth to help a human, and when I did even I, God’s most trusted, fell to gluttony. I began to drink more than I should have and fell out of His favor. It’s my biggest regret." He twiddled with his thumbs and looked down, trying purposefully to avoid eye contact with Persephone. "I was kicked out of heaven and left with nothing. Now the only thing I have to remind me of my time spent up there is this stupid old ring that was a gift from one of my brothers. He gave it to me before I fell, but it only causes me pain."

Azrael pushed the ring across the table to Persephone. He gave her the sweetest, most innocent, puppy-dog eyes that he had, and even let his eyes water with fake tears. “Persephone,” he said sadly, “I want you to have the ring. It’s blessed and will bring you good luck, and since it only reminds me of what I used to be, I’d really love for you to take it. Please, it’s the only way I can get it out of my life once and for all and move on from my painful past.”

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Persephone took a moment to take all of this in. She wasn't exactly sure what to do. One moment she was just breaking the ice and asking what species he was, and the next, he was telling her his whole life story, and to be honest, she wasn't sure she really believed it. Up till now, Azrael had seemed to keep his distance, and all of a sudden, he's pouring out his heart and soul to him? That seemed a little weird to her. None the less, he at least seemed to be genuine about it. But his eyes however, those gave him away. The Azrael she knew up till now always had a dark, distant, soulless look in them, but now, they were filled with sorrow, and despair. She didn't trust him, but part of her told her to, so she may as well attempt to believe him for the time being.

The ring was a whole different story in its own. Before she took it into her hands, Persephone examined it as he held it, trying to figure out what type of material it was made out of. It seemed gold, but for all she knew it was silver with a gold finish, and she didn't want to touch it and have a chance of her getting hurt. Why did he want to give it to her? Did he like her? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe he was lying to her, maybe it was cursed and he just wanted to pass it on to someone else. Then again, maybe it was her paranoia getting the best of her. The Siren glanced back up at him, then back to the ring. 

A gentle look of curiosity was painted on her face, she tried all she could not to seem distrusting and suspicious. The Siren looked back up to him and smiled "This is very sweet of you Azrael, but why me?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head. She might as well get some of her questions answered, or at least try to. Persephone looked into his eyes once more. The dark orbs seemed to pierce through her like a knife, even as they looked so distressed. 

[azraelsarmy]

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

Azrael didn’t know to make out the girl that sat in front of him. He wanted her, desperately, but at the same time he thought that it would be best not to get involved with her. After all, it could be a distraction for him, and lately, he had been getting distracted too much. He couldn’t afford to get himself in deep with a girl, no matter how beautiful she was. He shifted in his seat nervously as she questioned his motives for coming tonight. Was she on to him? There was no way that she could know about the ring that he held in his hands, and what powers it held. Right? Azrael wasn’t sure anymore, and ordered a scotch to help settle the nerves. 

"Do I have to have a reason to ask a pretty girl to go out to dinner with me?" Azrael asked, and tilted his head to the side. He could feel himself losing his purpose whenever he was around her, the plan was fading in the back of his mind and he had to fight to get it back. "I just thought, you know, maybe we could get to know each other better. We hardly know anything about each other, I mean, do you even know what species I am?" He gave a coy smile, not actually wanting to reveal anything about himself but knowing that it would most likely make her trust him more. For the plan to work, she had to trust him.

The scotch arrived at the table, and Azrael ordered two appetizers for them. He took a long swig of his drink before speaking. “So you mentioned last time we were together that you didn’t know me that well, and I figured that now would be a good time to fix that. What would you like to know? Ask me anything. I’m all yours.” He stumbled across the last three words when he realized the only other person he had said them too was Jezebeth, although it was under completely different circumstances. Azrael took another sip of his drink, swallowing his pride along with it, and waited for Persephone to speak.

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Persephone was hit with a hoard of questions and she wasn't even sure where to start. She paused to ponder for a moment. She glanced around for the waiter to come back around so she could order a drink as well. The Siren looked back to him and asked "Well, what species are you then?" She asked. 

The waiter came back and she ordered a glass of wine for herself, he walked off and she looked back at Azrael, asking him before he could even answer her first question. "And while you're at it, why don't you tell me what you do for a living?" 

It was true, she wanted to know everything about him. She wanted know down to the last detail, but he had been so distant up till now, that she wasn't sure that was even capable of happening. So, Persephone just decided to let everything continue on as it would, see where fate would lead the two of them.

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Perks of Being a Siren

In all honesty, Persephone didn't care about the human coming to Valhallow one way or another, but maybe in favor for them, more than not. During her first encounter with one, or rather, a group of them, was a night like her normal ones, she was singing at her bar. It was her break, and she was headed to the bar to get a drink and there was a particularly large group of humans laughing and talking between her and the bar counter. She tried to squeese by but no one would let her through. The Siren had even said excuse me a few times, and when that wasn't enough, she began to get angry. 

Her eyelids lowered, the corners of her mouth were turned down, not out of sadness, but out of unpleasantness. The Siren opened her mouth and said in a bitter, yet melodic tone "Move out of the way." Almost instantly, the group parted like Red Sea. Persephone smirked and walked through the opening and thanked them, and the group formed again. 

Humans sure are manipulative, more so than the supernatural.

[persephonesirensong]

Raining Buckets || Persephone & Evan

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With a look that said “bullshit” Evan gestured the woman over towards her. “I’d rather be partially wet that have someone completely soaked by the time the get home. Plus. I’m only worried about the stuff in my bag.” Walking towards the awning, she offered the umbrella towards the red head. “So do you wanna share? It’s better than nothing.” 

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Persephone smiled genuinely. "Thank you." She replied. "I really appreciate it." The Siren continued to walk beneath the umbrella and beside the girl, then proceeded to introduce herself. "My name is Persephone, I would offer to shake your hand, but you seem to have your hands full." She said with a slight giggle.

[azraelsarmy]

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

Azrael stood outside the restaurant that Persephone had chosen. His hair was slicked back nicely, and he wore suit and tie that made him appear to be a much better kept man than he actually was. Shuffling through his pocket, waiting for Persephone to arrive, Azrael pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He wasn’t sure if she would appreciate the stench of old cigarette smoke, but his nerves were getting the best of him and a cigarette seemed to be the only solution. His hands shook as he alternated between having it in his mouth and between his fingers. 

When she finally arrived, Azrael sauntered over to her an extended his hand towards he. He grabbed onto to her’s, and then lifted it slowly up to his mouth. He gave her a quick, effortless kiss on the top of her hand and then wrapped his arm around her nonchalantly. “You’re not cold, are you?” He asked as if he truly cared about her well being. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” Azrael led her through the front door, and was greeted by warmth and the smell of good food cooking. Waitresses buzzed by them, and quickly, a hostess met them and took them to a table.

Once they arrived at where they would be sitting, Azrael took Persephone’s coat off and placed it nicely on the back of her chair. Underneath, she was wearing a beautiful dress that excited Azrael a bit more than it should have. He adjusted himself, took a deep breath, and sat across from her at the table. One hand went into his pocket and began to fiddle with the ring that he had placed in there, and the other rested gently on the table. Azrael cleared his throat before speaking. “Thank you for meeting me tonight, it means a lot that you’d come out here to be with me.” He smiled earnestly, trying to appear calm and collected. “You look very beautiful.”

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Persephone had made her way quickly to the restaurant, not wanting Azrael to wait, and not wanting to go any longer without seeing him. Once she did arrive however, that same jolt of excitement coursed through her veins when her eyes landed on him, maybe it was the the suit and tie he adorned or the way his hair was slicked.. She didn't know why she was so captivated by hi, she just was. When he placed his hand on her back, her heart began to race uncontrollably. The Siren took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

When the two of them sat at the small table in the restaurant, Persephone took a small sip of water from the cup that had been provided in an attempt to moisten her throat. It was a bit dry out of nervousness, she needed her voice to be smooth and melodic, not hoarse. The Siren didn't know why she was so nervous, she had talked to Azrael before, she even sings in front of hundreds of people, so why on earth would she be nervous? 

As Azrael's deep, rich voice spoke, and complimented her, she began to calm down. The Siren's heartbeat slowed, as well as her breathing, her lips curved and she set the water glass back down on the table. "Thank you for inviting me, Azrael." His name rolled off her tongue like silk. "And you're looking very sharp this evening as well." She replied. "But, you have to tell me, what is the reason you have for asking me out tonight?" Persephone asked in a bit of a daunting tone. 

[azraelsarmy]

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

Three drinks down. Azrael slammed his glass down onto the table and took one last drag off of his cigarette. He twirled one of the tiny rings that he acquired from Lucian’s oddities shop in his hand anxiously, not sure what to do with his time. It seemed that so many of his days were spent hiding behind the confides of his home, and he desperately wanted to cause some trouble. The silence and stillness in the air around him seemed to be mocking him.

He stood up angrily and pushed the chair that he had been sitting on backwards. A huge, restless sigh escaped from his mouth, and not knowing what else to do, Azrael fiddled in his pocket. He dropped the ring inside and scoured through the possessions that he held, hoping that it would lead to something. It was to no avail at first—all he found was a half smoked cigarette, a tattered twenty dollar bill, and two lighters. Azrael switched to the other pocket. Suddenly, his hand was met with a soft fabric, and he pulled it out to inspect it further.

A napkin laid between his fingertips, and scrawled across the surface of it was a phone number. “Persephone,” Azrael actually said out loud. He didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him sooner, but she had told him that it was okay for him to call her and he had yet to. Azrael shuffled across the room to find his cell phone. He dialed the numbers quickly and eagerly, and before he knew it, the telephone was ringing and Persephone picked up the other line. Before he said anything, Azrael retrieved the ring back from his pocket and stared at it with a devilish grin. A plan was forming in his head quickly, and the words came out of his mouth before he had time to even think it all through.

"Persephone," Azrael said once more, this time actually speaking to her. "It’s Azrael. I—I know that you’re probably busy, but I was wondering if you’d like to do something. I could take you out, wherever you’d like—" he left it there, waited for a response and desperately hoped that it would be the one that he wanted to hear.

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It was a normal early evening for Persephone, having just finished blowdrying her hair from the shower she had just taken. She was a bit happy that she didn't have work tonight, she kind of just wanted to stay at home and watch a movie, or write some new music. And because that was the case, she was already in her pajamas. She had laid down on her bed and wrapped herself in a soft, warm blanket, when her cellphone rang on her bedside table. The Siren glanced over and picked up the phone, seeing it was an unknown number, she tilted her head in curiosity. At this point, she had forgotten about giving Asrael her number. She answered with a puzzled "Hello?"

Once she heard Azrael's voice on the other line, an almost electric-like jolt of excitement coursed though her body. She listened to what he had to say, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. "You want to take me out?" Persephone repeated in a slightly confused tone. "I'd love to." She replied. Her plans of staying in were almost immediately forgotten and she climbed off her bed. "What did you have in mind? Dinner?" The Siren questioned and went over to her wardrobe and opened the doors, scouring the crowded thing to find something that would impress the man. 

A sly smile streched upon her face as she pulled out a dress. She laid it on her bed as she went to pick out some shoes, all the while listing to Azrael's deep, smooth voice speak to her. His voice was the kind that could make a girl want to drop in an instant. It was a voice that could kill.

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Untamed Voices || Persephone & Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

Taking a step back, Azrael bowed his head out of respect for the Siren. “I apologize, Persephone, I certainly didn’t mean to come on so strong.” It was true, he did have a tendency to do everything in his life with a certain intensity that not everyone could relate to—whether it be scheming, plotting, or even flirting. Throughout the years, his overbearing personality had gotten him in to trouble on more than a few occasions. That was one of the many reasons that he related to Jez so much, but now that she was gone there didn’t seem to be anyone that really understood him.

Azrael tapped his foot against the ground. The music was starting to become overbearing for him, and the headache got stronger. In an attempt to fight it off, the demon downed the rest of his drink and then motioned for the bartender to bring him another. Alcohol would cure the headache, at least temporarily, right? While the logic itself didn’t seem to make much sense—as alcohol always caused headaches, not cured them, presently Azrael didn’t care. He was nervous, and alcohol was a solution. At least for now.

As the bartender poured Azrael another drink, he let his eyes wander up and down the girls frame. From her thick, lively hair, to her ample chest and beautiful curves. She truly was a sight, a real beauty. Azrael could feel himself craving her in a way that he hadn’t craved anybody in a long time. The demon deep inside insisted that he just take her, overpower her, and have his with her, but attempting to remain cordial Azrael held himself back. Behaving was getting boring for him, but under the circumstances, it seemed necessary. Anxiously, he twisted his fingers in his hands. “I’m not keeping you, am I?” He asked with a crack in his otherwise smooth voice. “By all means, if you need to get back on stage, please go right ahead. Honestly, you’d probably be doing us all a service by making this god forsaken music end.”

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Persephone finished the rest of her sweet, white wine when he asked her. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I hate all of this electronic computer type music. In my opinion, it's not even music, just static that gives me a headache." The Siren replied as she rubbed her temples. She wished there had been just a little bit more wine in her glass to take the edge off just a bit. 

Yes, she wanted to end the computerized tones coming from the speakers at the front of the room, but she wanted to stay with Azrael, for all she knew, he could leave in the middle of her performance and she may never even see him again. But then, an idea sprung into her head. She beckoned over the bartender and asked him for a pen, once she received it, she took the napkin that was given with her wine and proceeded to write down her cell phone number.

"Here." She handed him the napkin. "If you don't stick around till the end of my set, I wanted to make sure you could get in touch with me." Persephone smiled, almost lovingly. The Siren didn't want to leave their small little bubble where the scents of bourbon, wine, cologne, and perfume all intertwined. But, she had to, to make the computerized static cease. 

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Raining Buckets || Persephone & Open

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Stepping out from the library, the downpour had already was a massive issue, with the possibility of the water seeping into her bag and ruining the reports she needed to finish at home. She fished out a small umbrella from the back, popping it open with only moderate difficulty. As she started to make her way back to her apartment, she caught the flaming red glare of the siren’s hair as she made her way home, and seeing that the woman was hiding under a meager awning, she stopped, and called out. “Do you need any help?!” She lifted her umbrella in an offer to share the mobile cover.

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The siren looked over to see the girl beneath the small umbrella. She wasn't really sure it would be able to fit the two of them without either of them staying dry. "Oh, I don't want to inconvenience you." Persephone replied. The Siren would feel bad if the girl was to get wet. "I can just wait till the rain stops." She continued. "And if it doesn't light up in a while i guess i can just walk home in the rain." Persephone didn't really like that idea, but she didn't want to be a burden on some stranger.

[thebrcmos]

I guess I should come out of hiding.

Now that I’m mostly unpacked…Hi, I’m Matilda.

[persephonesirensong]

Hi Matilda, my name's Persephone

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Raining Buckets || Persephone & Open

It was a Saturday night like any other. Yet, it was pouring. Buckets upon buckets of water was falling from the sky and Persephone was miserable. It was rare for her to have a Saturday night off work so she had decided to take a little evening walk. But, she didn't plan on the rain so she hadn't brought an umbrella. She was currently shivering and soaked beneath an awning of a cafe that had already closed for the evening. The Siren glanced around, but there was nowhere for her to go. She had two choices, stay beneath the awning until the rain stopped, or run back home through the rain.

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Untamed Voices || Persephone & Azrael

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Azrael leaned forward as if he was very interested in what she was saying. “No, no,” he said smoothly, swirling his bourbon in his hand as he attempted to lift his shoulders and straighten back up. “Please don’t apologize, Persephone. There’s no need.” The demon took a large sip of his drink before speaking again. “What kind type of paintings do you do?” Azrael asked not because he particularly interested in art, but more that he was particularly interested in the Siren that stood before him. 

Her perfumed lingered in the air, masked only by the scent of bourbon on his breathe. He leaned forward, allowing the alcohol to take hold of him. It was always a great moment when the buzz set in—sudden confidence, marked by a blur in vision and an increase in self-worth. It made Azrael feel as he was on top of the world, with power that he couldn’t quite muster while sober. Under the influence, there was no fear of rejection or terrible nervousness in his stomach. The terrible vibrations seemed to cease. 

Azrael’s arm extended to the small of Persephone’s back, and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I think you’re very beautiful, do you know that?” The smell of white wine and perfume engulfed him. Her allure pulled him more and more, until the two were just inches away from each other. His hand trailed from her back to her arms, and Azrael cocked his head to the side and breathed down her neck. Yes, he certainly did prefer the drunk version of himself—when all of his inhibitions were left on the table. 

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The Siren opened her mouth to answer him but in the blink of an eye, his hand was rubbing her back and he was breathing down her neck. She gasped sharply as a chill shot up her spine. 'Beautiful?' Persephone thought, where was this even coming from? One minuet he was asking about her personal life, and the next, trying to seduce her? Maybe he was a Incubus, or a Vampire even. But she wasn't so sure she wanted to stick around to find out. 

"You have a certain becoming appearance yourself." She replied softly, in her melodic voice. She brought a hand up to his shoulder, her eyelids hung low, pursing her lips as she spoke. "But Azrael, we hardly know each other."

The scent of cologne and bourbon lingered between them, they were so close, and the Siren wasn't sure what to think of this. She wanted to pull away, yet, she wanted to stay like that, forever. She hardly knew this man, yet, she felt like she could spend the rest of eternity with him. Persephone had to get those stupid thoughts out of her head, yet it was the only thing on her mind.

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Untamed Voices || Persephone & Azrael

[azraelsarmy]

"A glass of chardonnay and another bourbon for me," Azrael said, and scooted his glass to the far side of the bar. Afterwards, he turned and focused his attention back on Persephone. With her not on stage performing, the music had been replaced with some new age techno music that Azrael despised. It caused a small headache to form, and he rubbed his temples. All of his attention turned towards Persephone as he attempted to block out the sounds, the people, and the crowds that thumped all around him. He tapped his fingers on the bar top until the drinks finally arrived. 

As he stood across from her, Azrael found it more and more difficult to make conversation. Most of his normal interactions involved threats and schemes, so having a casual conversation wasn’t normally something that he would be involved in. Anything that he thought to say felt strange and foreign, as if it wasn’t actually coming from his mind at all. He took a sip of his drink to help ease his inner tension. 

"So," he said, stumbling on even the smallest of words. For the life of him he couldn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to speak to her. Talking to people was never something that he had a problem with, ever. After a minute of deliberating, Azrael decided to ignore his ignore his fear and go for broke. "Tell me about you, Persephone." He stated clearly, ignoring all nervousness that he had and pushing it to the back of his mind. "I know you’re a great singer with a wonderful voice, but do you anything besides performing?" Azrael cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity. After the words made their way out of his mouth, the demon got some of his confidence back. This was just a normal conversation, and he had no reason to be anxious about it. 

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Once the Siren received her glass, she examined it intently for a moment, still being very cautious. After the moment of hesitation, she took a small sip, the cold bubbles tingled as they trickle down her throat. Persephone smiled to herself, having become accustomed to this nightly glass of wine, it still made her smile. Just the simple things.

But, as Azrael's question took her off guard a bit. For some reason, she never thought he would ask anything personal about her. She didn't really know why she thought that. He just seemed so aloof, so she assumed he would never be interested in anything as petty as her hobbies. 

"I will warn you, I'm not a very interesting person." She started off. Well, it was true, she didn't really do much of anything besides sing, well, except for her little hobbies here and there. "I like to spend a lot of time outside, for inspiration for my songs." Persephone began, but she had to pause every few moments to remember what she actually liked to do. "Three days a week I work at an art store, and speaking of that, I like to paint." The Siren paused again and put a finger to her mouth, thinking if there was anything else she could add to that list, but that seemed like all she did. Even though she had only listed a few things, she felt like she did a lot of talking that probably bored him. "S-Sorry if I babbled on." She apologized.

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Untamed Voices || Persephone & Azrael

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Without a word, Azrael nodded his head and turned back towards the bar. He took about three steps before he realized that he hadn’t even stopped to figure out what she wanted to drink though—so he had to turn back again. However, this time there were people standing in his way. The dance floor had filled up quickly, and in mere moments Azrael couldn’t even see Persephone. He pushed and struggled through the crowd, trying not to spill his bourbon. How stupid could he have been, not even asking what she wanted? Azrael was certain that she saw him as just another stupid guy fawning all of her. 

When he finally pushed his way back and could make out a tiny shimmer of her hair, Azrael unwittingly reached his hand out and latched onto hers. He pulled her towards him and through the remaining people that stood between them. Suddenly, Azrael and Persephone were face to face. “I forgot to ask you what you wanted to drink,” he said, and gave a courteous smile. “Here, would you mind walking up there with me?” He placed a firm, but uncharacteristically kind hand on her upper back to guide her through the masses of people. The touch felt strange, electric in a way that he hadn’t felt in ages.

The two finally reached the bar, and Azrael turned to face her once more. He could feel butterflies creeping up his stomach—and it made him feel completely ridiculous, as if he was some teenager, drunk and crushing on a pretty girl. Jezebeth would be disgusted to see him like this. Still, Azrael pushed the idea as far back as could. “So what are you having?” He asked kindly, and extended his arm out to wave the bartender over to take their order. 

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Once he left, Persephone began to think about how she just made a horrible decision. A lump formed in her throat that she couldn't swallow, her stomach began to hurt, and her head pulsed. What if it happened again? Not that she was sure anything really happened the first time. But still, she was trying not to panic. Maybe she would make an excuse to not drink it, or maybe just drop the glass by accident. The thoughts raced through her head but she just couldn't keep up.

When his hand grabbed hers, it took her completely by surprise and the sudden force that pulled her, sent her into even more of an internal panic than she already was. Yet, when she looked into his eyes, everything seemed to pause. Everything but her heartbeat. It wasn't love, that would be ridiculous. Was it excitement, or just the panic? The man didn't even give her a moment to respond before he let go of her hand and placed it on her back, walking with her through the crowd.

Once they reached the bar, Persephone exhaled in relief. She could watch the bartender actually pour her drink instead of freaking out any longer. "I'll take a glass of Chardonnay." It was the one reason she liked performing in this bar in particular. They had wine.