You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gunI want your warm but it will only make me colder when it's over - giving you my angel verse Marcus
marcus wondered how he got himself here. for all intents and purposes, he chose to believe that angels themselves did not actually care about what went on down on the ground. the angel raziel gave his blood to one mortal and tasked his people with the duty they bared, and for hundreds, nearly thousands of years, no shadowhunter had seen an angel in the flesh. sure, there were stories during the mortal war and of one warlock long ago in the late 1900s, but those were rumors. tales were often stretched during times of conflict and unrest. the man had seen all kinds of demons and fae creatures, halflings, vampire, werewolves, and friends with a few... but angels?? were a rarity as to be laughable amongst others.
so now, to be face to face with one, to have met him and spoken to him and even gotten to know him, marcus rhys elderhallow found himself at a total loss. he stared at the being ( man, entity?? ) with slight concern in his azure gaze.
" i didn' think your kind felt those kinds o' emotions towards us little mortals... "