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4: Forehead Kiss
"Joriel!" Gabriel was grinning bright and sharp from where he leaned against the wall. Even if he hadn't been sure before, it was clear he had the right angel. Anyone with eyes could see, and he had plenty to spare.
"A little bird told me some congratulations are in order, Baby Sister." He jerked himself upright, a brightly-and surprisingly tastefully-wrapped package, bow and all, appearing in one hand out of thin air. "And lucky you, I've got all kinds of practice."
He leaned forward (and most definitely did not have to stretch just a bit) and moved to kiss her forehead, chaste and sweet.
"B'sha'ah tovah, kid."
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Openly:
Secretly:
▼ - Childhood headcanon
▼ - Childhood headcanon
Aurora was an only child and the nest worked together to “raise” her. Though all they really did was teach her how to talk, walk, and ways to bring humans back to the nest. But the hybrid spent most of her time alone. Aurora hated being around the nest because she feared she would pick up on their lack of morals and their bad habits. She would constantly sneak out during the day, while the nest slept, just to see more of humanity.
✿ : happiness headcanon
✿ : happiness headcanon
Aurora generally fakes happiness in order to keep up a facade and keep people from digging into her past. But when she is truly happy, which usually happens when she is around people she knows and loves, she is smiling and laughing. Almost carefree. Her brick walls come down and she opens up more.
OOC :: Away for a few days
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Closed Starter :: Orders
((Closed Starter for brotherobjects ))
A soft rustle of feathers was followed by the sound of quiet footfalls as the Rit Zien approached. She paused a few feet away and waited with her head bowed respectfully until the other acknowledged her presence.
"Raphael says there are orders." She said simply.
Falling 101 :: SPN
((Closed starter for atwistedtrickster ))
The angel followed the acute signature of grace that her own had honed in on a few days earlier. It was a familiar action for her kind; tracking the location of a brother, though in most cases the Rit Zien did so at their request. It was not without some great measure of trepidation--She had spent enough time around Raphael to know the unique trademarks of an Archangel's energy. As far as anyone knew Michael and Lucifer were still locked in the pit; and Raphael was dead, so that very much narrowed down the list of possible Archangels.
Gabriel had made quite a reputation for himself during the events of the Apocalypse-That-Wasn't...The angel was less than thrilled with the notion of approaching the Trickster himself for aid; but desperate times called for desperate measures, and Joriel could recall no time more desperate than the months that had followed the Expulsion from Heaven. Gabriel had fled Heaven long ago, but they were all fallen now. Despite her misgivings she decided her best chance lay with pinning her hopes on the most powerful angel she could find. If nothing else, the Archangel certainly fit the bill. Joriel kept her eyes to the ground; schooling her vessel’s face into a neutral visage that she hoped would not betray her worry as she raised a loosely clenched fist to gently rap her knuckles against the apartment door.