#lilseraphs

[poisonedspider]

“Woah! Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry for startling you.” Unprompted from @lilseraphs

Angel would have felt bad if he had told her that it was less that he had been startled, and more that he had been caught off guard. Though if he were being honest with himself - startled absolutely fit. He didn't remember much of the past few hours, or how he had gotten here. Wherever here was. If his brain were logical, he could put two and two together - this was clearly Heaven.

But the point is that he was startled, certainly emotionally so, so he was looking around with wide eyes. Confused. This felt worse than a drug trip. He stared at the smaller seraphim, unblinking for a moment, before his eyes flickered up to her halo. Down to her wings. "....is this a joke." His voice fell somewhat flat, though accent was still strong, pursing his lips together. "Where's Charlie? Where's th' hotel?"

[toxitrosiaa]

♡ you've got mail !  incoming fanmail from @lilseraphs : “Don’t blow in my face! That’s rude!” Unprompted

squinting through the turbid haze of smoke, his gaze travels downward, in search of the voice. downward still... crossing glances with... something peculiar. valentino takes a moment to examine the creature. ivory wings, the illuminated circlet suspended above their head... this did not look like like any exorcist he had ever seen. and yet, the angelic aura was palpable to any hellborn demon fortunate enough to call Pride their home. he maintains the distance between them. this one looks harmless enough... but one should never take chances with their kind. ❝ maybe you should stop standing where i am smoking, ❞ the overlord muses cattily. and idle shrug of his shoulders in tune with a curious tilt of his head. ❝ who are you, anyway? ❞

[sparkinglove]

"Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!" She's running over to her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, hugging ever so tightly.

Her face lit up at the familiar voice calling her name. "Emily?!" Surprise colored her tone, but it was a welcomed one. She extended her arms out to catch the seraphim and pulled her in equally as tightly. She held her protectively close, ducking her head down to nestle their cheeks together in pure relief at finally being reunited with such a dear friend of hers.

It was such a long time since they last saw each other in Heaven, and so much had happened in Hell since then. She didn't want to let her go, but eventually listened to the nagging feeling in the back of her head that told her she had to ask Emily the most important question.

She pulled back only far enough to hold Emily at arm's length away to meet her eyes, but refused to allow her hands to leave Emily's shoulders. "What're you doing here?"

[fatherabbott]

She’s just playing with his cross

he’s a little surprised, but allows it—it is not his symbol, but a symbol they both share feelings toward. if anyone might be worthy to play with his crucifix, it is an angel.

still, she plays innocently, not with too much reverence for its association with forgiveness, and loss. he can’t tell if this is an opinion born from a general innocence, or if she does not see the item as particularly special.

❝ did you witness our lord’s sacrifice, or has it been relayed to you in stories, as it has been to me? ❞

[originemesis]

"AAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAM!" She just zooms over and glomps right on top of him.

Look- he's just trying to live his immortal life with a half priced 3:33PM Morningstarbucks trenta of fifty pumps hazelnut to chocolate milk. He doesn't NEED this! But there goes some of his drink leaking out of the straw as she knocks his upper half over forty-five degrees with one free talon left to swipe and swat at the flurry of her wings beating him in the face in her excitement before she ultimately grounds like a young lion with an overly plumped gazelle.

"...look, if this is about the breakroom yogurt situation- I plead the fifth."

[hazbinned]

@lilseraphs said: “I love your voice!” For Crimson. Unprompted

That was... new. Crimson honestly just found himself staring back at the source of the compliment in a very rude way, teeth gritted, eyebrows raised, eyes themselves blown wide and yellow and yet somehow still twitching, like he couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing... because he couldn't.

People didn't just go around complimenting other peoples' voices, especially not his. It was Hell. He was old. Nobody was that nice.

It had to be some kind of backhanded compliment-- an insult coated in sugar and sparkles. It had to be. The other thing just didn't make any sense. The lady was a stranger... and yet she sounded (and looked) so genuine that it had almost filled Crimson's chest with a warm feeling.

He couldn't allow that.

The imp grounded himself, and his shocked expression morphed into one of anger. Genuine-seeming or not, it was still fake. This woman was just a very good actor, and she thought she could get a rise out of him.

She had.

"Do you know who I am?" he demanded. "Do I talk funny to you?"

[brawlligator]

"Oh my goodness! Are you alright?" Unprompted

 

Frankly, does it look like he's alright? Brok looked completely clocked out. —with little bits of glass lodged in his skin. Like he just got thrown out a window.

 ❝ Uuuggh,  my head's pounding.... ❞ Brok complained in his characteristically deep voice, which got more gravelly whenever he was frustrated.

[blitzbuckz]

"You drew these? They're really good! You have talent." Unprompted

【𐂃】 ❝ what, this ? it's nothin', y'should see my apartment. Almost every square inch of my walls is covered with 'em ! I should invite y'over sometime. ❞

Granted, she gave off those Cherub vibes but -- the demon artist couldn't help it. Anyone who acknowledged his doodles were already friend material in his eyes. With so little appreciating it nowadays -- he took what he can get !