#melting wings

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Mine, saligiare, asperitasrex, totakeaanctuary, absolutxangel

Belle: currently doing that

Mammon: it happened once in a dream

Amduscias: eagle 2

Buer: I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it

Apadiel: if I had to pick an angel

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♛

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Threnody

One would be forgiven for thinking that the shattered zither had fallen victim to one of the demon’s pyrotechnic experiments, for all of it that was left. A deep gash in the wall above told quite another tale, however, and the grating dissonance of an abused dulcister expanded upon the plot.

“No. No, no, NO, NO, NO.” The instrument’s neck snapped in his hand, and he flung the whole thing over his shoulder to join its brother in shards. Blistered fingers rose to cover his eyes. He had neither the focus nor the inclination to repair them. Not good enough.

Truly, Dantalion out of practice. How long had it taken him to come to the conclusion which drove his current madness? Teraseconds, certainly. Far too long for one who professed mastery over his own mind. He summoned a pencil, and scratched out the last word of the piece’s title. The marks showed this to be the fourth time. Threnody to... Threnody to... Damn it.

The pencil began smoking beneath what he quickly recognised as fresh ichor, and it followed its predecessors at the foot of the wall.

Grief. Why hadn’t he realised? How had he failed to see? He wiped at the droplets beneath his eyes, leaving dark smudges behind. It was grief all along.

The demon was no stranger to grief. He was a stranger, however, to grief unsupervised, grief unbound, grief loosed wild to work havoc on his actions and relationships. ‘Sunburn’. What utter fatuity. How could I have thought...?

No, now was not the time for self-flagellation. He had to mourn. He had to get this out of his system before he lost more than he could afford to grieve, and only a song could do the job. But nothing’s working.

What was he even writing about? He recognised the grief, but not its object. He knew what it was not, or at least he thought he did. Not brotherhood, not friendship, not conversation. Not a person. Not a place. If he had grieved any of these, it had been long ago. Sacred, but irrelevant.

In the end, it had to be something selfish. Grief was that way. One might feel sorrow for another’s plight, but grief was felt only for loss. Selfish... what’s selfish? In truth, nearly everything about the situation was selfish. The desire to be useful, the desire to be valued. The desire to be understood. He had been these things once, had he not? 

And he had been playing at being them for ages since.

Ah.

Snowblind eyes rose to the half-finished notation. He summoned another writing implement, and wrote the title properly.

Threnody to Dawn.

He summoned another instrument, and began again.

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📫

A letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.

Dearest Belle,

You truly cannot comprehend how godforsakenly loud it is in my office. It’s just. So loud. So much of the time. Hearduct-rendingly loud. (And yet mind-silent. Blessedly, but still.)

I’m thinking about training my employees in a sign language just so I don’t have to add to the noise every time I need something. They do already know some signs. 

Ah, but then I’d need use of my hands, and those are usually busy. Hmn. Do suggest things, pls.

Don’t get me wrong; I like the guy’s music. It’s great. Good for productivity, too. But some days it’s all I can do to keep from adding to the ‘please make it stop’ requests he is no doubt swimming in at all times. (Or, likely as not, is not swimming in. I imagine he has as good a mail sorter as I do. And of course those sorts of things would end up feeding some sort of mail goblin.) This is one of those days.

It’s so. fucking. loud.

My office assistant (no, I don’t know. the pinkish one?) keeps humming along, as if he could keep pace. I’m going to be nice and not kill him.

I say all that to say this: You’re going to be home, tomorrow night, right? Make sure there’s something playing, or the shock might kill me. :P

Yours in love,

Dantalion

PS: Maybe some ice chips, too? Thx.

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Amduscias

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

How interested they are in having sex with them: “Interested as in ‘it would be interesting’. But I don’t desire it. It’s an interesting thought, let’s say.”

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: “He wouldn’t have to pay me, just ask in a way that isn’t horribly insulting. Also, I wouldn’t pay him by recordable, measurable means. It’d make it weird, I think.”

If they would rather bottom or top them: “Either would be fine, but I doubt I’d meet his expectations as a top. Could be humiliating, and not in the fun way.”

How good they think they would be: “Good, probably? If anyone gets to his age without leveling up that skill even once…”

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: “Wall, I guess, since floor isn’t an option. Amdu in a shower seems like it would be terrifying.”

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: “Probably fuck more than have sex, if only because I feel like ‘fuck’ contains a broader spectrum of action.”

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: “Sitri. Hands down.”

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: “I don’t see why it would, but I’m reluctant to say it couldn’t.”

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Break Hard the Wishbone – Sarah Masen

I do not want to step outside the beatWhen you’re conducting time.My wish is to dance free in front of you, Until you laugh at me. Can I do that?Would you like that?

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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