#idvaskazrael

[askgardeneremma]

Emma begins to look him over in return. Everything about him visually told a story that differed from herself greatly--Perhaps their existences were originally those never meant to intersect with one another in their normal lifetimes. Yet, like many of the others brought into this game, here they are. Having a light conversation about fashion. The manor was a dark place, but she appreciates the moments like these. Even if she can’t help but keep her guard up. Realizing she had been looking at him quietly for a second, she speaks again.

@idv-ask-azrael​

[askmisterripper]

11. A nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

Who cares about kisses when your favorite mask is broken :’o(

@idv-ask-azrael

[gurkhasblade]

"❣️"

Send ❣ for a kiss (not accepting more, sorry!!)

@idv-ask-azrael

10. an assertive kiss.

[gurkhasblade]

💭

@idv-ask-azrael

There’s a sneer, immediately. “Another hunter I’m really not a fan of dealing with. Another pompous bastard.” He crossed his arms with a huff. On the regular Joseph was a still decently bearable but Azrael was an embodiment of chaotic energies. At least the Photographer was polite outside of matches and he could avoid the Frenchmen if he needed to. There was no avoiding a demon if they wanted your attention.

“Not to mention that sword of his hurts more than Jack’s blades in matches-- I get smacked by that twice and I can’t even force myself to keep going a few seconds after being hit.” The Mercenary’s already irritated face fell into a deeper scowl. He hated it, he felt so useless.

What good was he if he couldn’t even take a second hit when trying to rescue someone?!