#demons do exist

[thebamfblueelf]

Easter with the Family//Azazeal

He was excited. It was his first Easter with his little family and he had gotten up early and kidnapped Al to stuff  him in an adorable suit like onsie. Son strapped to his chest he was cooing at him. He of course let Azazeal sleep in and went to mass with his son beaming all to proud. Once home he was baking like a mad little elf. White and pink rabbit ears on his head he was only pausing only to goo down at the small child. AL's tail flicked like mad as he started bustling about the kitchen singing with out a care in the world. Easter was a time of new beginnings, this was when they needed their life turned around and needed the bright warmth that came from being at their little apparent not Xaviers. He was trying to keep his voice down as he sang in the kitchen with his son but the louder he was the louder Al was to the point he belted out an ear piercing screech and Kurt was wincing chuckling as he sat down at the kitchen table. Eggs were boiled sink was full of dishes as the washer ran and there was almost a congo line to the oven. He wanted to make everything better between him and his husband and if this didn't do it he didn't have a clue.

[thebamfblueelf]

Back //Azazeal

It had been a long night. Kurt knew how to hide, it was a gift and the last he had left wit the fact his teleporting was almost gone. One more good long port and he would be in a coma or dead. Though he couldn’t do it, he was a coward it seemed. Teleporting home he fell from the cloud of sulfur smoke onto his sofa. Bottle of whiskey dropped from his hand clattering on the ground as he just stayed where he landed. Half on, half off the sofa he didn’t move, didn’t even flinch as his body throbbed hard and let the darkness take a hold of him.

To him Azazeal, Al, even the unborn daughter they were lovingly calling Marie were all dead. Which left him in a position of Darkholm. He could seek vengeance  but what good would that do him? Would he turn just like the other from everything or would he still try to live and fight for their memory? With how Azazeal was he hated Kurt fighting, hated the blood and the wounds more then he ever verbalized. For him to come home to Kurt bleeding on the sofa with wounds clearly months old would be baffling but the elf was so far gone in a drunken stupor he didn't care.

[thebamfblueelf]

M!A Mini Elf// Azazeal

“Nein, Nein I have things to attend to.” Before he can argue more in a puff of smoke similar to when he teleports he is a toddler no more then three or four. Tail flicks as he sniffles trying to hide in the ill fitting button up. He wasn’t at home with Stephan and his mother. Tail flicked as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Only problem was he did not understand any language besides German.

[demons-do-exist-blog]

//Azazeal had decided he’d spend as much time possible with his husband before he left for that damned mission. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, seeing how awfully it effected their children. Really he was nearly glad Kurt was going to settle things.

But he couldn’t find the man. He wasn’t in the danger room, or in the kitchen, or in his classroom, or basically anywhere. Now, obviously Azazeal couldn’t say he’d looked everywhere, for if he had he would have found the man. But it sure felt like he’d looked at least everywhere. Twice.

Finally, returning to their room with a sharp frown, he found him. Standing there, in the middle of the room. Covered in a much-too-big button-up, tail fwipping in a distressed fashion. He pressed his lips together and sighed, closing his eyes briefly before walking up to the child. He crouched down.//

Kurt?

//He asked, unsure of what else should be said. It obviously was him. Really, there was no-one else in the building who looked quite like his husband. Those pointed ears and indigo fur all gave him away. Only person left in the building who looked quite like that was Alastaire. And last he checked the child was still much, much tinier.//

[thebamfblueelf]

His name brought a happy squeal from him turning expecting to see his older brother or one of the familiar circus faces. As soon as he spotted the one behind him he was scittering away on all fours only to tripe on the clothes around him and tumble. Falling roughly scrapping knees he sat up sniffling before crying big fat crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks.

He wanted to be home not with the strange winged man that knew his name. Tail curled around him tightly around him as he tried to hide in the shadow but failed horribly with the starch bright white shirt. Tiny fingers tugged it over his head still crying wanting to just go away and get home.

[thebamfblueelf]

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“…Really Azazeal? You have questions still?” Pinches the bridge of his nose. “I want to see you in that…outfit and go to town on me…I think it would be… interesting…to say the least…Or take you in the shower with the water on cold…”

[thebamfblueelf]

[SMS Kurt] Kurt I'm fat.

[text to geliebte] Azazeal your pregnant, there is a difference. So no you are not fat.

[thebamfblueelf]

ooc: Attention Please

Due to how things are going I am going to have two main verses. One will be with Azazeal the other Jason. Depending on the character will depend on which one you land in. As well as those who are already in their own au do not have to worry, this is just for those of the none romance kind.

[thebamfblueelf]

Kurt. //claps hands// Strip for me.

…You are rarely so demanding Azazeal.

This is all you get because you were an arsch the other day.

[thebamfblueelf]

demons-do-exist replied to your post: So is it true under that sexy suit… your naked ^__-?

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