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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours but I think that God's got a sick sense of humour. indie rp for the archangel of death. SEMI HIATUS

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you know how when you were young, someone probably told you that thunder was just the angels...

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 i’m officially moving az and wormy onto one account

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 i’m officially moving az and wormy onto one account

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you know how when you were young, someone probably told you that thunder was just the angels...

 i’m officially moving az and wormy onto one account

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decaytouch:

      it’s her pride and joy, really. the serpent tempting people away from supposed virtue. lucifer tilts her head again and shrugs, looking a bit too pleased and smug in herself for getting that type of reaction out of him. it says a lot about her.

              ❝ why! i’m taking your telepath out on the town. ❞

       again, the archangel has to take a deep breath. it’s a few seconds before he opens his eyes again because he thinks it through: he can tell luci that she’s not taking ariel out, but knows that neither of them would listen to him anyway. he hits the spot on the wall beside her head again, but this time with a closed fist. then he opens his eyes. 

   “you had better not do anything to her, do you hear me?”

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decaytouch:

      a brow raises at the pushing, but she just leans her head back against the wall as she actually considers his question. grey eyes blink at az for a moment before she shrugs a shoulder. that, she knew. she did kind of instigate lilith’s final death.

              ❝ i know. ❞

       his jaw visibly clenches and relaxes several times as black eyes just bore into her. he would never be able to understand just why people got a kick out of antagonizing him, especially since if they just wanted to see him angry, it wasn’t that hard. his hand pulls away from the wall three or four inches before he slams it back where it was. 

   “then why are you here.”

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decaytouch:

      she tilts her head at the change in his eyes, but all she really does is smile. pushing people’s buttons is honestly her specialty, a few choice words here and there and bringing someone’s loved ones into the mix. she’s good at it.

              ❝ mm, i guess that’s true. but! unforunately, my best and worst creation is in no cage. ❞

       there’s a deep breath in, then out, all while his eyes are closed. a decision is made and he puts a hand on her shoulder to push her back against a wall that can’t be seen from the kitchen. az moves the hand to settle against the wall behind her beside her head. 

   “why are you here, luci? i don’t want to see you right now.”

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shout to the mentally ill people who have unattractive symptoms like a need to fight with other people, obsessing over others, having low self awareness, being easily addicted, being unable to take criticism and being hypersexual. Your suffering is still valid and you’re still loved. You’re still worth worth something.

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decaytouch:

      she can hear gabriel shuffling around in the kitchen with lu, the witch and archangel probably both listening to this potentially explosive conversation. at least lucifer knows better to roll her eyes and antagonize azrael further, and instead toys with the hilt of the knife.

              ❝ mm, yes, since hell was a cage and you were caged in another sense. ❞

       the possible witnesses to whatever this could turn into didn’t make a difference to what az might do. if she left him alone, he’d probably just go back to reading after a little while, but it’s just too easy to push his buttons. he looks off at a point over luci’s shoulder, irises now fully black and melded with his empty pupils. 

   “well, if anyone knows anything about putting people in cages, luci, querida, it would be you.”

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decaytouch:

      she tucks the knife into her belt and tilts her head at azrael, the horns disappearing. there’s really no reaction on her part to the blackening of his eyes, which should say something about lucifer’s own lack of care for her personal safety.

              ❝ what? baby bird lost his downy feathers? a feat. ❞

       now of all times was really the worst to be messing with him. it’s surprising and a little hard to believe but he was probably more unstable now than possibly ever. really only those he considered family were safe, and right now, that wasn’t lucifer. azrael’s hands curl up into fists but he still takes a deep breath. 

   “it happened quite a while ago, but who could blame you for not knowing something like that.”

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sorry i disappear from this account so much by the way. it’s mostly because of az, so. lmao but i’m mostly over here just, in general.

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decaytouch:

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      the first thing she holds out to az is the knife that had been used to finally rid lucifer of the thorn in her side. its magic has been used up, because it was really only good for killing lilith once and lucifer’s head tilts.

              ❝ how are your murder tendencies, baby bird? ❞

       really, she’s lucky that he keeps his hands down by his sides and doesn’t smack the knife out of hers like he wants to. he’s mad just seeing it again. jaw clenches and eyes fade from their medium brown to damn near black. 

   “don’t call me that.”

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      they fidget a moment, then move closer to az and actually take his hand in one of theirs. this entire i don’t feel comfortable in my skin so i’ll make everyone else miserable too doesn’t happen that often, but that one shadow ruined the rest of their month. lu presses a kiss to his cheek.

              ❝ thank you, baby. ❞

       His eyes lighten a shade with the kiss left on his cheek but he bites the inside of bottom lip as he watches them. He won’t push them into talking if they really don’t want to but he hopes they’ll tell him what’s wrong eventually. Az puts an arm around Lu and pulls them in even closer, replacing the hand they had been holding with his other one. He kisses their cheek and up to their temple several times, and then sighs. 

   “I love you.”

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decaytouch:

      they’re immedately guilty when az’s simper fades away at the mood adjusting ivy, reaching for his hand. instead, lu decids that running their index finger across his palm is a better alternative. that weird combination of anxiety and apprehension loosens, a bit of lighter grey creeping into the bottom of the ivy wall.

              ❝ i don’t know. ❞

       He brushes the tip of one of his fingers against theirs, head still angled to look at them though his brown eyes are watching their hands now. Az doesn’t really have any problem accepting this answer, especially since heaven knows he’s given them less of one when faced with the same question. The angel just leans in closer press a few kisses to their shoulder. 

   “That’s alright. You know that if you do want to talk, you can, right?”

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decaytouch:

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      lu’s upstairs, a finger running across the colour changing ivy now covering one wall of the room. a streak of black rolls in the wake of their finger, then spreads throughout the rest of the ivy. they’re sitting a little to the side, close to the corner of the room, and watching the golden retriever puppy curl up with the aged red fox in the extra large dog bed by the closet.

      they look away and blink at azrael, then at the wall of ivy in mottled blacks and greys.

              ❝ i feel bad. ❞

       He had been looking for them for a while, looking mostly out in Lu’s garden until he figured they must be inside somewhere. He’s relieved when he finally finds them, a simper gracing his features until he examines the adapting ivy a little closer. Az sits beside them and rests one of his hands, palm up on his knee so they can either take it or leave it. 

   “What’s wrong, amor?”

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decaytouch:

      the house rumbles, like it’s laughing at az or someone else’s words within its walls, and lu grins. she takes the rag to wipe off her dirt-covered hands and wiggles black-tipped fingers at the angel.

              ❝ everyone does that, baby. tell her that you didn’t mean it. ❞

       There’s a dark eyed glare shot at the closest wall because Az had gotten very adept at listening to the house. Eyes return to a simple brown when he looks back at Lu though and nearly rolls his eyes-- he doesn’t though, because he’d get in trouble for it.

   “I have, amor.”

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decaytouch:

              ❝ believe it or not, she does listen to you. ❞

      lu wanders into the kitchen from outside, ink-stained fingers clutching a bunch of yarrow, and deposits that on the windowsill before turning to az. mia rubs away the blood, then vacates the room to go bother her younger siblings.

              ❝ so. ❞

       Az turns towards where Lu’s voice came from and tries not to make any sort of face, just looking back at Mia so he can help clean the blood off of her. But she’s on her way out by the time he reaches out to her and it makes him sigh and leave the rag on the table. 

   “She listens to the things that I don’t mean, sure.”

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decaytouch:

      coin may actually be an older sister type, but it seems that whenever mia’s around her, coin just turns into a child. mia sets her bag down, maybe a little too roughly, and sighs. it takes a few moments finding lu’s drawer of rags before she hands on to az.

              ❝ i get people like being drunk in public, but she was too drunk. ❞

       He takes the rag from her with a bit of an absentminded nod and runs it under the warm water before wringing it out most of the way. The angel turns the faucet off and pulls out a chair that he offers to Mia with a wave of his hand. 

   “Do you really think that me saying anything to her would help? It never has before.”