#empyreal-muses

[biblioxceleste]

Lucifer of @empyreal-muses​ asked: 🗩 // verbally threaten my muse. "try anything to help your beloved Crowley little angel, and you and I might have a fun time." (from a very pissed off Lucifer)

There was a very implicit threat implied in the Morningstar’s words, and Aziraphale almost wavered… but he had to find Crowley and get him away from this place. “I don’t care!” He choked out, his wings spread in a way that he hoped made him big and threatening. Against the King of Hell, it probably was as threatening as a hissing kitten. “I don’t care what you do to me, just set him free…!”

[tricksterreformed-a]

"If I were to choose between sweets and chocolates, in my opinion chocolate has something I like better." (from Eirissiel)

          “Yeah it’s the best, isn’t it?  They really did something right when they figured out chocolate. And then immediately did something wrong with the exploitation of labor, but isn’t that always the way?”  He took another bite from the candy bar before reaching into his pocket, retreiving a new bar of chocolate, and holding it out to her.

@empyreal-muses

[tricksterreformed-a]

@empyreal-muses for Eirissiel; i feel God (?) in this Chili’s tonight

          It might have been divine intervention, but Gabriel doubted it.  Mainly because the Divine tended not to intervene, but also because these sorts of things rarely happened on a Tuesday night at Chili’s.  (Except for when he was the one calling the shots.)   And besides all that, he was pretty sure the angelic hosts in all their glory and wisdom had collectively decided to leave him the hell alone. Which had been going great. Until whoever the hell this was had gone rogue.

          Once an hour had passed and she still hadn’t wandered away from the front window Gabriel had no choice but to address it. So he waved a hand to convince a busboy that he was the bartender now and walked outside to confront her.  

          “Hey, how’s it hanging? Are you here to deliver a message from on high or...?”  The string of lighthearted questions died in his throat as Gabriel finally got a proper look at her and was struck by the immense foreign-ness of her. “Are you lost?”

[capriciouswriter]

@empyreal-muses​ said: “Does it get lonely?” (from Albiel)

Deities starters || NOT accepting

“Does what, exactly, get lonely?” Tilts His head aside, cocking an eyebrow.

[tricksterreformed-a]

❛❛ Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this - it’s living. ❜❜ (from Albiel)

          “Sometimes it’s bliss,” his eyes were fixed on something in the distance and the smile he wore lacked any hint of being performative.

           With a tired exhalation and a shake of his head it was replaced by the usual grin and cavalier attitude.“You should try it sometime, let your hair down, set work aside for a day, live a little.  I can even get you a how-to guide if you need one.”  

[fracturedsword]

"Did you ever stop loving me?" (From Albiel, whatever verse and for the truth meme)

It took him longer than he’d like to answer the question. Not because it was complicated or because he didn’t wish to reply. No, the question simply lead him down the path of old memories of simpler times. Of a young fledgling climbing his wings. A little sister refusing to sleep until he gave up on work for the evening and sang her to sleep. A young angel laughing and smiling when she flew under her own power for the first time. A friend and confidant working side by side with him, making his duties a little less tedious and far more enjoyable.

“No. I just stopped showing it.” And despite the good memories the answer, the truth, still hurt.

[deanmcn]

"You're not gonna change back, are you? I mean the Dean I know is truly gone." (From Albiel)

   “ Want me to prove that with my fist, isn’t time for you to deal with it?.” 

[fracturedsword]

✵ (you know who 🙂)

Their first impression of your muse: “Cute little fledgeling that needs to be protected at all costs.”

Current impression: “Capable and strong. Probably doesn’t need protection but gets it anyway.”  

Are they attracted to your muse?: “No.” (verse dependent obviously) 

Something they find frightening about your muse: “Her dedication. Once she sets her mind to something she tends to achieve her goal.”

Something they find adorable about your muse: “Her curiosity and excitement when experiencing something new.” 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  “Without question.”

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: “Platonic only.” (verse dependant) 

One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Fearless.”  

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: “No. Never.”

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: “Yes.”