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[kokonehime-blog]

“Huh..?” He’s tired - in pain, of some kind, Athena can tell, and it makes her own heart ache. She doesn’t quite understand why - why this man spoke to her to ask her to forget him, why he let her hear the voice of his heart (she tells herself he didn’t, couldn’t, have known, but it is a poor explanation to her aching ears). 

“Why would I do that..? Hey, are you feeling okay? You sound really awful.” The words may be harsh, but her eyes are lit with concern.

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           ❝ i can’t force you, naturally. ❞ the tone is not accusatory or judging, only altogether heavy. it would be too much to bother to explain to someone who held no understanding.

          ❝ sounding awful is only fitting. i wouldn’t worry yourself. ❞ the wryness of his self-deprecation burns, to a point where he can taste his most intimate displeasure with his own existence. in a lost stupor, he assumes it normal. perhaps, he thought it to suit all angels. 

          after all, none have ever known angels to rejoice outside of stories.

[repentanced-blog1]

idk buddy try that you fucking killed someone in public!

anonymously tell me what the fuck is wrong w me || accepting

           ❝... i haven’t forgotten.❞

Anonymously tell me what the fuck is wrong w me

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✡ @kokonehime.

          ❝ ... please tell yourself i was never here. ❞

          it is through weary lips he imparts his only request, having hope to go unrecognized should he travel somewhere foreign to his typical routine. he aches, body and soul ( had he one ), and uriel remembers this girl vaguely, their meeting having been ... positive? he was unsure.. everything positive from here was a memory at best, imagination at most.

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kiss

Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will … || accepting

          he only looks down to her in some fleeting assumption of benevolence, expressed permanently disfigured into a forlorn, sunken state it had come to so closely know. in a pained midway between joy and sorrow, he pressed his lips gingerly to her forehead ... so delicate of an expression, given what horrid things he had said and done.

Kiss on the forehead: Parental/Familial love

          in the same sweep, both hands pull up carefully on one of her wrists, placing a peck at the apex of her knuckles.

Kiss on the knuckles: Protectiveness

          ❝ ... i pray that you might be left to stay as you are.❞

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KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will ... || accepting

calm the fuck down nerd

Kiss on the eyelids: You make me sad/Upset

Kiss over the heart: I am connected to you

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Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will kiss yours somewhere according to their feelings for your muse!

Touching Meme: Kiss Addition!

Kiss on the forehead: Parental/Familial love

Kiss on the eyelids: You make me sad/Upset

Kiss on the nose: You make me happy

Kiss on the cheek: Platonic love/Friendship/Attraction

Kiss on the lips: Romantic love/Attraction

Kiss on the neck: I want you/You are mine

Kiss over the heart: I am connected to you

Kiss over the wrist: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive

Kiss over the back of the hand: Respect/Admiration/Reverence

Kiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have me

Kiss on the knuckles: Protectiveness

Kiss on the fingertips: I care about you

Kiss on the nails: I want to hurt you/You've hurt me

Kiss on the stomach: Sexual attraction/Desire

Kiss on the knees: I want to support you

Kiss on the feet: Fealty/Loyalty/Servitude/Submission

Almost kiss: Interest/Curiosity

No kiss: Indifference/I don’t know you

Bite: Dislike/Hate/Resentment/Enmity

[repentanced-blog1]

hi! it’s been a while, but i’m gonna revive uriel very soon. if you’d like a starter dated after his revival, like this or let me know. it may take me some time, since my fall term starts tomorrow, but it’ll be a cinch, no worries. ( note: he might not say much and may be difficult to approach, so starters might be vague or lack dialogue. ) i’ll cap it whenever i feel like it.

[repentanced-blog1]

          a life such as this has no meaning in the everlasting.

          they meet as he asks, void now of all human speech. he dares not speak, nor does he dare to lift his eyes, two pools of a void where nothing could exist. their peace ( relative as that term must be ) had returned with the disappearance of the beast, and all became still. the few people emerged from a realm beyond his protection, afraid yet unscathed.

          uriel had done something correctly, of his own accord, just one thing. it justified nothing to him, though.

          wing is folded away, arms folded away. no thoughts remain to sear through his mind, those of which had already torn its crevices apart; all to remain for this moment is the physiological anticipation. his body was a mere shell ... a vessel. aptly put.

          the blade in castiel’s hand registers only in his peripheral vision. it was ... seemingly impossible to ordain what this could be like. uriel remembers, eons ago, when he could say with certainty that he wished this existence on no one. no one deserved to live with sins as heavy as he had known upon his shoulders. it was a miracle he could ever walk.

          his back straightens, and he tilts his head toward the sky, bleak in appearance but somehow beautiful. he can only keep his focus on what it must hold.

          he doesn’t even realize when the blade breaks his flesh. only a second remains of a familiar nothing, until all is encompassed in white, an explosion of escape, a sonic boom rippling the city around them.

          an impression of a single wing lingers, staining the backdrop.

[daughterofillah]

The carnage naturally came to a temporary end as the enemy mobs needed to regroup and pause. In the meantime she had glanced up to her partner. He appeared to have changed his target from the riffraff at their feet to the beast in front of them. She gave a slight pause, watching as he formed spears, spears that would quite obviously be uselessly brushed aside.

She took to the air, suddenly appearing at his side. She smiled to him.

“If I may,” she hoped she didn’t startle the man, “as it appears the monster has yet to notice us, I have some advice. You see, I have once witnessed a monster of such size be defeated before. Though there were many more than us as of now, they were still a small handful of individuals who accomplished such a feat.”

She glanced at the monster, and then turned back to Uriel. “They focused on a single point, and used their most powerful attacks. May I suggest such a strategy?”

Of course, it was never that simple, and in the end, that was not how that beast was defeated, but it would certainly be better than what this man was planning to do.

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          ❝ you ... !! ❞

          despite her efforts, he is, in fact, startled -- the pressure already forced onto him hardly buffers his reaction, eyes darting furiously between the ground beneath them and the enigma beside him.

          she was far more than he had bargained for. yet, despite whatever power she possessed, bestowed upon her on whatever God made their choosing, she retained the same piety on her tongue, the same gentleness on her lips. gyokuen was beyond him, but he leveled with her enough.

          after all, uriel would be leaving her with quite the heavy message to relay.

          ❝ ... you have? ❞ different realms, different theories, pasts, presents, huge mess. next point. ❝ i place faith in whatever strategy you propose. i will lend all i have. ❞

          he knew not his granted strength’s true extent, but words began fall as quiet wisps from his lips, quietly, in preparation.

         ❝ one third of the earth ... one third of the trees ... and all the green grass, burns ... ❞

         the barrier was up. he had no worries; the damage inflicted could be repaired. facing the beast, all chains to the gates release.

          and there would be raging flame.

[daughterofillah]

The group in front of her had tried to scatter to move out of the way, but alas, many of them fell in front of a direct hit, while the others where split into two camps: those to her left and those to her right.

She stood and pondered for a moment; that attack felt just about right. 

Yet no more than a second after, spears of light fell down from the heavens, impaling those separated to her right. Whether that angel had intended it or not, Gyokuen took that as a sign to leave that half alone and instead turned to the others.

It would perhaps be quicker to crush them with her borg, but she wanted to make sure her skills weren’t rusty. 

Zipping along between each and every enemy, just barely floating off the ground, she sliced and smashed and crushed them with her stave. 

Yes. Things felt just about right. 

Just enough to consider taking on that beast.

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          pausing to analyze the field when given the opportunity, he bears witness to the true ferocity of gyokuen. when she had underestimated her own ability, had she meant it? the woman before him now could hardly be considered the same, a flurry of carnage once leading a flock with such demure grace. it was beyond simple mortality, but it wasn’t his place to question, still.

          back into the open he rushes, throwing around his body, arms jutting out in each direction to skewer their prey. again and again, after dealing final blows with certainty, arms would jerk spears from the depths of creatures and plunge them into another until the area around them both was clean.

          uriel spares only a half of a second’s glance to his partner, making some halfway nod as a signal, before once more taking to the air. he makes javelins of spears, willing to leap into the lion’s den, unknowing of how much or how little damage he could do. the only guarantee was the beast discovering his location.

          the roaring and the voices ... neither served him well.

[repentanced-blog1]

i’ve gotten quite a few messages from indie accounts that have been questioning my uriel so i thought i would clarify.

i am affiliated with an mfrp, and therefore, highly canon-divergent. he has had different experiences and has different motives. if it confuses you to read my posts, i invite you to join citta! it’s a great community. but otherwise, i recommend you unfollow, or in the very least not send me so many messages regarding this. thank you ♥

[waywardwinchaestr]

He let out an wry laugh. This was hilarious to him, almost like history repeating itself. Angels never do learn, do they? “I know nothing? You know nothing about me either. I’ve seen your kind before. I thought Angels were suppose to be righteous? Caring, even. I suppose you don’t fit the bill. You’re all the same to me.” He  said bitterly.

He hummed in thought, looking towards the protective barrier. It was an honest question. “Not if you’re willing to kill innocent people for your own sake.” He believed his resistance had some weight to it. “All  you Angels just want to be feared by Humans.  You don’t care what God himself created!” He huffed. “Not even you can strike fear in my heart.” He was totally prepared for this. He has for an long time.

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         ❝ perhaps you’re right. ❞

         uriel makes it a point not to clarify. really, it could apply to anything that had left the human’s mouth. perhaps angels were supposed to be righteous. perhaps all angels wanted was to be feared by humans. who could really say in full knowing?

         he had sought fear and hatred in some twisted sense of good faith, but the fault came in assuming it through his own eyes, rather than the eyes of humanity. yet another angel had manipulated and murdered, feigning some aberrant definition of righteous. that, he completely understood.

         ❝ if it is in your best interests to die now, despite an offer of reprieve, then that is your decision. however, i will not remove the barrier if it will protect the lives within. i have no more reason to worsen the state of this already self-serving world. ❞

[casxiel-blog]

funny, how one moment you can be so filled with something like the wrath of god, only to have it replaced by nothing but doubt in the next.

you had wanted, however naively, to believe that you were better than that. that you had moved on beyond that point of depravity, that who you were, what you did, that’s not who you are. you know now it was hubris. you were lying to yourself. a habit you must have picked up from dean, you realize sardonically. would he be proud?

the angel before you is no different from you, and you have no right to pass judgment. you are angry at them, still. of course. but your anger is not always righteous. sometimes it is human. what a peculiar thing you are.

perhaps the only thing that sets the two of you apart is that you were given chances for redemption. not once, not twice, but countless times, you have been forgiven. your whole life revolves around redeeming yourself, you think. you think the journey for redemption has made you stronger. you think it has made you better.

it would be a sin for you to deny this person the same chance, though you know the forgiveness isn’t yours to give. but taking his life is not for you to do. you know this now.

your frayed wings fold at your side, tucked away from their spread position. you lower your stance. your vessel copies the action, arms falling to its sides, blade loosely gripped among its fingers.

“…i will help you for now. the lives of those still remaining are more important. but i can’t promise what will happen after this is all over.”

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          the other’s compliance does not catch him with a sense of relief. 

          he was far beyond relief; in truth, he was far beyond all emotion. uriel was deep enough in his own shadow that even the moment they had left eluded him. perhaps it had been the first death ... perhaps it had been ones in lieu of the first. that all meant nothing in the end -- there was no use deciding anything now.

          ❝ i will not go back on my word. it is not within my jurisdiction what happens with me once this abomination is purged. ❞ he continued to repeat that internally. when my duty is over, i am no longer my own.

          it felt as though he had made no progress. which was true, he hadn’t; everything he had done to protect what he loved and wanted was moot. it all came back to the very roots that dragged him down.

          his fate was not his own.

          ❝ ... ah. in truth, i cannot keep that promise. there is one thing i wish to ask of you, but i vow that this will bring a swift resolution to the plague i have wrought. ❞ fingers grip at his shoulder with an unprecedented intensity, as though he could tear his arm away, as though he could tear every part of his body away -- the wings weren’t enough. nothing would ever be enough.

          ❝ when this city’s trial comes to an end ... ❞

          ❝ i implore you to kill me then. ❞

[repentanced-blog1]

uriel won’t be partaking in the ball, but i will continue my current event stuff to wrap up everything with him, since something is gonna kiiiinda happen with him at the end of it (which will be considered whenever i get around to finishing everything). i’ll clarify on that later.

[panwati-a]

For the wages of Sin

[panwati-a]

      Sensation predates sight– so even before her weapon trains on the angel on the ground, she can feel one of her own is nearby, and such makes her efforts more careful, more precise. At the sight of Uriel, a breath catches in her throat, and as soon as he’s airborne, she takes down the drones that had been surrounding him with a vengeance. She works in quick bursts of three– knee, heart, head– and then pulls away, shielding her eyes to find him in the sky.            Without hesitation, she sets the weapon down and takes a step back, wings spreading behind her as she leaps upward and meets him in the sky.            “What are you doin’?”

          Oddly, she sounds worried more than anything, looking between him and the battlefield.            “Shouldn’t you be helpin’ people stay safe?”            Much like he would rather she be keeping well away from the line of fire, she feels similarly, not wanting to see him injured in trying to fight for a city that hardly deserves that much. Reaching out, her hands move to take his, brow furrowing, concern in the brightness of an odd violet and gold gaze. 

[repentanced-blog1]

          and like that, dangling limbs and three working wings are airborne in the same space, their mutual concern digging into the air like a shovel through a pit of quicksand.

          he flinches unexpectedly when hands reach to touch his, though the contact isn’t disallowed. purples only stare at his hands, atop hers in such an undeserving manner. uriel exhales sharply, thumbs running gently across her knuckles. to be letting her down even now, and to be leaving her in the dark later ... he knew he wouldn’t be forgiven for that. it made the gesture ... bittersweet, somehow.

          ❝ i am. who is to say i cannot fight for them as well? it is the least i can do now. ❞

          a careless mind’s eye traces back to the barrier, as far as he knew remaining fully intact, but he was guarded. it could come down at any time. every movement denoted greater risks.

          ❝ i’d ask the same of you, but now isn’t the time. if you will fight, i will be your shield. ❞

[komorebichii-blog-deactivated20]

     ﴾❇﴿—Stepping outside of Ceasefire isn’t necessarily the best idea you’ve had so far yet you are in a bit of a pinch and it seems certain supplies are running short. You’re surprised the bar’s lasted this long what with the chaos that’s beginning to reign outside in the City (and you’re surprised at yourself for having lasted this long without breaking into an attack and doing foolish things. Still, you’d rather not wait out for what you would do under influence of high anxiety and frenzy).

There seems to be a bright light shining when you step out so you have to place your hand over your eyes for a while and squint against the harshness of it. However, someone suddenly moves forward and a man comes into a view. The spear in their hand seems to dissolve into thin air and they turn to you with something like concern in their eyes. Distress colors their features as well and their words, as they ask you questions to which you pick up on and it doesn’t lift the anxious mood that starts thrumming in your skin.

❝I–Yeah, we’re uh, okay. ❞ You respond, your eyes flickering from their face and then darting away quickly, ❝I’m not really sure what’s happening either, so, um–❞

[repentanced-blog1]

          he shows no signs of relief; he only nods, retreating further into the protected area. few signs of damage were evident, and it was reassuring. it could hardly make up for his sickening offenses, but in the very least these people would live where they would otherwise perish. individual wrongs and rights never quite balance out to zero, but mortals can always try.

          ❝ mind only that it is perilous beyond this boundary. it is better that you don’t know.  ❞ in that vein, uriel knows this boy. not by name, nor by voice, or by any means conventional, but the angel knew his appearance and subsequently his affiliations. with that little information, he wants to make this interaction as short as possible. perhaps that was only his instinct speaking; his conscience had much more to say.

          ❝ i will say, those like you do not deserve what is happening here. ❞