"Are you okay? Have you got a headache again?" // @hasteur
❝ funny, you asking me that. ❞ raphael mumbles, staring out from the ledge they're perched on, wings folded inward, a dusty grey color now. they've noticed and they've asked a god who wouldn't listen about it.
they'd let their hair grow out over the last few years, some parts of it braided intricately and laced with gold ribbon between. brown eyes tired as they look over everything She had made. then, those soft and sad and tired eyes turn to hasdiel. leaning back on the railing to get a proper look at him.
❝ no, i've not got a headache. just out here thinking, that's all. ❞ they wave generally at their face and make that same slightly grumpy expression they'd had before. after all angels weren't always the brightest, they were used to over explaining themselves when need be. ❝ almighty's had me running all over the place, lately, i just needed a minute to rest. think. that's all. ❞
they pause, before offering a bright grin. the one most angels knew them for. after all a lot of angels liked raphael but a lot of angels didn't know that they questioned the almighty so much.
❝ 'm fine, hasdiel. really. did you need something? ❞