"Maybe, maybe not?" She whispered as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. Az didn't often rise before Tony and it was a treat to see him all sleep worn and hazy. "Don't worry you're not late. I just wanted to wake you up a little more gently than that blaring alarm since you indulged my need to socialize last night."
"Now you're just being childish." Azrael snorted in reply to his question. As the embodiment of death itself she could admire a good joke. But not at the expense of the request she'd made. "It's just the opening of an art exhibit. It's not like I'm dragging you to the opera or to meet my nonexistent parents."
Azrael nodded in confirmation of his shoe choice for her. They would match tonight and she sort of wanted her partner to be the center of attention. Tony may not really want to go but she wanted to admire and watch others admire him while they were out. Az pulled her clothing on she turned to take a look at herself in the mirror before approaching the dresser by the bathroom.
"Mmmm maybe silver for the accessories tonight. I have a new set of hoops that I think would really look good." She said reaching out and plucking one of the many bottles of cologne off the vanity. Between her and Gin, the man owned at least 1/4 of the perfume counter. Spritzing it in the air she inhaled before nodding and coming up behind him. She set the bottle of Versace Eros on the bathroom sink allowing her arms to wrap around him and smooth the lapels of his jacket. "Hmmm, you look good enough to eat my love."
The newest iteration of Death & Destruction wraps themselves in the trappings of Christianity. Though they did not always. Every religion in this plane of existence has a name for them. A designation that they once wore with pride. And if it calls for it they would do so again.
Those versions of themselves exist independently as needed but are simply facades of the one being.
Appolion: Shiva/Kali, Persephone*, The Morrigan, Loki
Azrael: Yama, Thanatos*, Arawn*, Hela
Iterations fade with the changing of time and the number of devotees that still acknowledge them. Once they get to s certain point they are replaced and allowed to rest. Becoming faint memories of what once was.
*Alternate Iteration can be requested for threads,
In the hierarchy of the heavenly host, rank is designated by halos. The material they are made of, the stones that inlay them, and the number of stones/spires further break down the ranking. More complex halos meant a higher ranking while a simple one meant a lower one.
As they were created by unconventional means the twins have different materials that make up their halos.
Apple's is made of iron & bone, inlaid with obsidian, red opal, and sunstone, and possesses 7 spires.
Azrael's is made of holly & leather, inlaid with moonstone, blue agate, and benitoite, and also possesses 7 spires.
Halos are invisible to the immortal eye except in the shadow of an angel which is when their true form is revealed.
Both women wear facial coverings along with their halos. Apple's is ivory, ash stained, and ripped but covers her lower face. While Az's is charcoal grey and smells of dirt and blood, it covers her whole face.
Az had an extensive collection of risque clothing from over the years. The pieces that always seemed to always get her in trouble were made of latex. And with the help of the boys and the first outfit, Tony had ever seen her in she planned on surprising Tony for his birthday.
He was rather observant so keeping everything a secret had been a little hard. If anything Az had to keep the plan between her and Aaron as Konig and Price would crack under wifely pressures. She was applying another coat of her favorite oxblood lipstick before shooting a text to Aaron.
'You got eyes on your fearless leader? Doing a final check before I had on over.'
Taking a peak in the mirror she smiled at her reflection. Black latex pencil skirt, sleeveless crop top, matching elbow-length gloves, and a silver chain body harness. One of her less sexually explicit pieces but a favorite. Paired with a pair of black red bottoms and a burgundy great coat with a tie about the waist to cover it all up.
Grabbing her keys and her purse she was out the door and in the car in just a few moments. By the time she got into town and was parked at the bar, walking towards Tony's shop she had a text from the private chef she'd reserved that dinner would be ready in an hour. Giving her more than enough time to have a little fun in the shop.
"Honey, I'm home," Azrael called as she walked in the door and laid hr purse on the front desk giving a wink to the receptionist.
Az didn't normally have to deal with overzealous drunkards at her bar. The staff had gotten very good at cutting people off and spotting problem drinkers before things got bad. Turning her head she took a peak in the mirror at the light mark of discoloration that hid the mark left on her cheek from the man's heavy class ring. Az couldn't remember the last time she'd been injured let alone at her establishment.
Fluffing her hair she turned when she heard footsteps moving towards her from the bedroom. She was supposed to still be at work and he was supposed to be hanging out with the boys for the night.
"Hello darling, I thought you were going to be busy for the rest of the night." She said moving to kiss him.
❛ In fact, I find myself thinking of you even at the most… inopportune moments of the day. ❜ tony
Her cheeks pinked up at his words. They'd only be on a handful of dates at this point but she was enjoying herself much more than she ever had before. And it made her relieved to know that she was lingering on his mind as much as he was on hers.
"Should I apologize?" Az whispered after clearing her throat and taking a moment to compose herself. "I've never had to apologize for becoming an obsession but you sound almost inconvenienced. I'd hate to take you away from more important thoughts."