#azrude

[earthboundazrael]

"Kiss me quick!"

10. Jaw

Azrael looked up at Jude, eyebrows lifted a little. "Um, hello," she said, blushing already. She went up on her toes a little, pressing a little kiss against the bone of his jaw. "It's lovely to see you."

[earthboundazrael]

( ø∑ø)

Send me a "( ø∑ø)" for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning.

Azrael blinked groggily, shifting under her blankets. She wasn't much one for sleep, but... It was nice, sometimes.

It took a moment for her to register the weight on the other side of the bed, the extra warmth under the blankets. That was unusual, definitely, seeing as she 'lived' in this apartment alone. She frowned, propping herself up on one elbow to see who the other person was, and if they were awake.

Jude was there, eyes still closed, and her heart fluttered a little. She smiled again, glad to see him. This was nice, and she could feel her memories stirring from the waters of sleep. He'd come over, made her dinner. They'd watched movies, all of them wonderfully new to her, and talked all night, so she'd invited him to sleep there. He was warm and snuggly and she fit well up against him. It was... Well, lovely.

Sighing, she curled up against him again, pulling the blankets tight around her. "Morning," she murmured, pressing a little kiss to his collarbone.

[earthboundazrael]

Valentine's Day Application

Name: Azrael Alice Hargreaves Hamilton? Smith Age: 18 Do you like to cuddle?: Definitely. Can we make-out?: I've never kissed anyone, actually... Um? A night in or dinner out?: Um, I've never been on a date, actually. So going out could be nice. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream, I think. Although I've never had a strawberry. What makes you a good Valentine?: Um... I'm nice and I like you and think you're wonderful? I don't know what makes a good valentine to begin with, realistically... Would you cook for me?: I have never cooked in my entire existence life, so that might not be advisable. Would you let me cook for you?: I'd love that! Maybe you could teach me, too?

[earthboundazrael]

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse’s reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Azrael had spent an eternity with numbers on her arms.

They’d been there as long as she could remember—a very long time indeed.

Her siblings had explained it had to do with humanity, something with soulmates and love and the like. She needn’t worry about it, her numbers would likely never change, it was only something to concern herself about if her vessel’s numbers changed while she occupied it.

They’d been immobile for as long as she could remember, too. Static, dull, barely noticeable most days. But they were still… There.

And then she’d taken a vessel. The numbers became more bold, more apparent, and—oddly—started moving. They counted down, though to what she didn’t know. But away they went, already surprisingly low: 872:37:09. 08. 07.

Her math told her that it wasn’t long at all, about five weeks. It struck her as odd, and she wondered if she would leave her vessel before then, if it was just something meant for her vessel.

But time went on, and she found her numbers dropping lower still. 609:51:58.

413:06:12.

142:10:25.

It was worrying her, against her better judgment, as the numbers dipped lower and lower. She hadn’t expected such a thing to happen, and she had to wonder if the numbers were meant for her, not her vessel.

61:42:30.

33:01:90.

And then the final day dawned, the numbers still ticking downwards. She shrugged it off, deciding to wander through London. She’d not been to its museums yet, after all, and she did so love them.

02:19:23.

But as she walked slowly through the Tate Modern, studying art, she was a little nervous. What if it was for her? What if she was destined to have a soulmate…?

She laughed it off after a moment, shaking her head of blonde hair in amusement. She couldn’t have a soulmate. That required a soul, didn’t it?

Turning, she didn’t notice the man until she crashed into him. She staggered back, nearly falling over a bench as she blushed. “I-I’m so, so sorry!” She managed to regain her footing, and she looked up at him. “I—I really am. Are you okay?” She reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder, then noticed something. Her wrist—the numbers were dull again.

Yanking her hand away, she pulled her wrist close. 00:00:00. That was… Unexpected. She grabbed his wrist before he could say anything, and it read the same. She held his arm for a moment, dumbfounded, before dropping it with sudden realization. “Wow. Um.” She paused, staring at her wrist again. “I legitimately had never expected this to happen.” There was another pause, and she looked up at him with an awkward smile. “I’m… I’m Azrael. Hi.”