#hesediel:thread

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He was between towns and motel rooms. Hesediel hadn’t settled on a town yet. He didn’t know why he was being so hesitant. Ironically, it was when he was constantly on the move that he felt most vulnerable to being caught by one of his fellow angels. When he had a shop set up, he had a lot of protection, but right now it was limited. His hand ran through his hair, sensing her presence already, “I ain’t wantin’ to fight.” { @theangelwhounderstood }

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@xragaire ♥’d for a random lyric starter from Hesediel {45 || Shinedown}

“Everyone's pointing their fingers always condemning me. And nobody knows what I believe.”

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Get a few dozen drinks in him and no, he’s definitely not a great fighter. To be fair, he never saw the sucker punch that sent him to the pavement coming. Say the wrong thing, be in the wrong place and someone’s bound to get hurt. This time it was him. Groggily sitting up among the garbage, he rubbed his head, asking a nearby woman, “Don’t suppose you saw my dignity somewhere in the trash?” { @thatslayer }

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He knew he couldn’t hide forever. His siblings would inevitably find him. But he always thought he’d have more time. But the reality was, he was already on borrowed time. It was a marvel how he managed to stay under the radar this long. Now face to face with his sibling, he felt the shame and guilt associated with running from his family. There were no words strong enough to cover the endless list of apologies he needed to say. Instead, he elected to not even start down that trail, “How’d ya find me?” { @cupcakemonwrites }

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“Ya had the good sense o’coming alone,” Good for him that they came alone. They were fortunate that his loyalty was paid for... well, nearly. They still needed to make a payment for his time, “Let’s pound out the details o’the arrangement.” { @deathsvalor || APOCALYPSE WORLD }

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There were many places a human wasn’t welcome. This was definitely one of them. He watched as the blonde rounded the corner. Just walk away, Hesediel. Just walk away. Fuck. He took a long drag from his cigarette and tossed it aside, “Someone lost?” { @angelicbonded || APOCALYPSE WORLD }

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@gravisludos ♥’d for a short starter from Hesediel

Humans needed a lot of help. If Hesediel was a prideful angel -- and he was -- he’d think humans were lucky just to have him walking among them. Of course, his identity as an angel was a closely guarded secret. He couldn’t let that slip. Heaven had eyes and ears everywhere. Instead, he masqueraded as a healer. He had to help them. Someone had to, and Heaven was never going to actively save humans. The door to his current “pop-up shop” opened and footsteps approached his table, “If you’re looking for healing, services are done for the day.”

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@soulsunforgiven ♥’d for a short starter from Hesediel

Good deeds didn’t pay the bills. Sure, he tried to help humanity from behind the scenes, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need money to enjoy some common human comforts. Fortunately, it was easy enough to manipulate ATMs. After a long day, a run-down bar was the perfect way to settle down for the night. There was a sense of anonymity in places like this. Seedy enough where no one wanted to recognize a face but good enough where the booze was worth the money. The tequila slid down his throat, warming his vessel. He gestured to the bartender, “Keep ‘em coming.”