#char: asmodeus

[mudbloodclay]

[ text || 11:58 || to: moon of my life ]

how fucking much do you mind blood getting in the fucking carpet

[mudbloodclay]

           ☠ "Are everyone's wings that fucking sensitive?"

[exhamavet]

          ⌛ "If I swear not to harm him in any way, how opposed are you to my threatening of Andras?"

[exhamavet]

✆♔♠☎☏❖⁇♣✘✺√☠☢☼

Send ✆ for a morning text

[ text || 08:47 || to: Asmodeus ]

Sephiel has begun addressing everyone she meets as ‘honey’, and I fully intend to blame you.

Send ❖ for a confession

[ text || 01:03 || to: Asmodeus ]

Ankou never got over you.

Send ⁇ for a worried text

[ text || 11:35 || to: Asmodeus ]

Have you not been attending meetings?

[ text || 11:38 || to: Asmodeus ]

Are you alright?

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

[ text || 01:47 || to: Asmodeus ]

We evidently need to check you have not forgotten to keep your collar on.

[ text || 01:48 || to: Asmodeus ]

Delete that. Now.

Send ✘ for a text that should have been sent

[ text || UNSENT || to: Asmodeus ]

Meibe told me about some things you have told her, and I thought, possibly, I had an idea.

Send ☢ for a desperate text

[ text || 04:52 || to: Asmodeus ]

i lost my sword and i dont know where i am theres blood everywhere its in my mouth i can;t tell anyone else theyll find out are you ther ecan you please be there

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          ☠ "You fucking -- you fucking know my fucking friends, fucking right?"

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          ☠ Guilt is the wrong fucking feeling for this -- Alethea said it was his own fucking fault once he'd threatened that fucking axe murderer, and there wasn't anything they could do. Still. Amos' been gone for however many days, weeks now observing the normal rites for reapers. They've burnt his body -- or what was left of it -- reveled, sent souls to Purgatory over promises to remember his name. It's what they all deserve.

     The door opens. Amos keeps his gaze fixed on the wall, sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of their flat. It feels like he should fucking be holding something -- but they'd fucking run before they could think of doubling back to get anything of his. He considers responding to As, but nothing seems the right thing to say.

     Slowly letting a breath out through his nose, he meets As' eyes. He's pronounced deaths more times than he can count. This shouldn't be anymore fucking difficult. "Kauko's dead."

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[ text || 01:09 || to: moon of my life ]

AS

[ text || 01:11 || to: moon of my life ]

WHO THE FUCK BUILDS A STONEHENGE