#leftcut

[delabor]

@leftcut replied to your post: " i do have something valuable. but it's not for...

he’s just going to to have to make a deal

he could also ask nicely;            but now he wants to know what the valuable thing is. he’s a curious angel :x

[illlusioner]

so... question, if sandy cheeks can live underwater does this mean mysterio can?

        what  a  ridiculous  question .

[thenamesallison]

" don't make me bite you where it hurt." he threatens and holds her tight against his chest.

“I don’t think you’re getting the reality that you will not be biting me at all.” She grunts as his grip gets tighter, but does not seem overly worried. With a flick of her fingers she wraps air currents around his hands and starts to pull them back and off of her. “Don’t resist and I won’t break your wrists.” 

[thenamesallison]

Upsy Daisy { and then tries to eat her bc he's hungry af

“Noooope. Nuh-uh. Get your hands off me.” Ally jabs her elbow back straight into his nose, and pushes against his chest to get out of his arms.

[delabor]

" i do have something valuable. but it's not for sale."

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“not for sale? so you’re offering, but not in exchange for rain?                        or to be enjoyed with the rain? i’m open to that as well.”

[delabor]

" will you make this rain last longer or should i keep offering goodies for that?."

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“if you’re offering goodies        ; i won’t say no to them.” smile; coy; almost flirting.

[delabor]

he had to stop for a second to compose himself. such a mistake couldn't embarrass him but yet it did. he doesn't respond and lets the other take the lead continues to move with. don't really care though they don't need words, all they need is the silent music that moves them. probably because his memories tape contains the images of dean Winchester. he would be willing to bet that we could do this with it. could let the archangel teach him.

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smile softens; head bent; cheek brushed hair. silence once constant companion; heavenly reign walked hand in hand with soundless yawn. ages passed without words; built over time; seemingly. it was hard to still chatter; rebellion in noise; opinion.            lead collected; reigns held gently.                      sigh; purr; for once relaxing into quiet. 

music in thoughts complimenting rainfall; footsteps. fragrance wreaths; peppers air; unseen flower petals.                                   sweet scent of death was sometimes literal.

[delabor]

" This is my first dance. ever." he heaves a sigh, shoulders falling and relax at the touch as he let his feet move to the rhythm. it felt oddly appealing to get involved in the act. in close proximity. he could do anything now. his gaze drifts downright as he watches how their feet work. something of thought still stuck in his mind and he forgot himself when not paying attention. cause the next move he accidentally steps on the archangel's foot.

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“really?” danced often; concept of never foreign. curious; what made him ask? won’t break moment with questions. “i’m honored.” would strive not to lay ruin. far too adept at carnage than conservation. 

archangels hearty race; hard to kill; injure. no pain caused; but mis step noticed. eyebrows raise; smile flickers; returns. “this is nice.” touch moves; subtle. fingertip brushes neck; silent encouragement.       doesn’t pause; a small aberration is no reason to stop dancing.               didn’t want withdrawal from embarrassment; would ignore mistake. “i’ve never danced with a leviathan before, now that i think about it.” laugh; soft. “i guess it’s both our first times.”