#mitisangelum

[voxluntas]

OOC. just got shamed for saying vox shoves alastor art up his ass to sneak it out of the server instead of saying he stores alastor art in his belly after voring it. my bad , honestly.

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[snuffox]

local seraph goes missing because she was nice to the wrong sinner

[wondrouscalamity]

she's   gently   wrapping   a   wing   around   her   and   guiding   her   off.   they're   going   to   have   a   fun   sister   bonding   time   !

she's   also   going   to   make   sure   emily   doesn't   cave   immediately.

@mitisangelum

[1chavahs]

*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @mercywept | Charlie ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤLute talking about her relationship with @mitisangelum / Emily! 😈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA quiet exhale leaves her before she reaches for the glass set in front of her, fingers resting along its rim without drinking [ she doesn’t drink, actually… But well, if one must— ] “Hah… You really have a talent for selecting topics that test my patience,” The ice shifts faintly as she turns it, gaze fixed on the amber surface rather than the room around her [ or the annoying bitch princess beside her, ] “Emily is… painfully earnest. She carries that softness openly,” shoulders remain squared [ despite the informal setting; a soldier through & through, ] wings tucked in tight against the back of the barstool. “She looks at me as though I represent everything she distrusts; severity, enforcement… Finality.” A small, unimpressed huff escapes her nose, “I am more than aware she does not approve of my methods. It’s written plainly across her expression every time Extermination is mentioned,” Damn Adam & his big fat mouth...

Digits tighten briefly around the glass before easing again, “What irritates me is that she thinks mercy is inherently superior, that restraint is morally elevated simply because it feels kinder.” [ Where was that fucking kindness from the Elders when Ev— ] Lute works her jaw, “Heaven does not function on feelings; it functions on order & as a Seraphim, she should understand that,” [ A fraction of her, buried deep enough to be inconvenient, recognizes something uncomfortably close to shame… ] “She stands close enough to power to influence it, yet far enough from consequence to romanticize alternatives. That distance makes her perspective inconvenient,” the edge of her dark-painted mouth draws taut before taking a sip of her drink, leaving her lipstick's residue on the rim. “She is not naïve; she is deliberate in her compassion. I think… I think that may be what unsettles me,” Glass lowers to the counter with a muted sound. “She likely finds me intolerable; believe me, the sentiment is mutual.” Wings adjust, contained but present. “She reminds me of you, actually. Same insistence that mercy solves what discipline cannot; same certainty that structure is cruelty. Fucking infuriating; both of you,”

[voxluntas]

❛   'ILY   .  .  .   i'm  sorry.   ❜   

he's  hitting  her  with   THE  FACE.   truly  ,  desperate  times  call  for   desperate  measures.

── .✦ @mitisangelum

[clwngasm]

pinkened   iris   squint .    brows   drawn   𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ,   lips   flat   lined -   red   creases   hard -  lined   in   to   apples   of   a   𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 .   𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖈   fingers   tangle   and   twist ,   wringing   𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑙𝑦 .   charlie   had   asked ,    and   he   wasn't   exactly   .   .   .   pumped .   but ,    the   𝚔𝚒𝚍   had   one   helluva   puppy   dog   eye   𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞   !   [  satans-taint the  kid   could   sell   𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎   to   an  𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 ,   he   swears .   ]   and   𝓸𝔃𝔃𝓲𝓮   .   .   .   𝓸𝔃𝔃𝓲𝓮'𝓼 ,   kinda   caught   up   on   the   whole ,   casting   him   down   for   enteral   𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓   thing   !   [   it   had   taken   three   nights ,   and   charlie   finally   making   him   a   pinkie   promise ,   that   he   wasn't   gonna   get   an   𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖 ,   or   anything . . .    𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 ,    was   definitely   a   comforting   concept   !   -   all   warm   and   fuzzies .   not   terrifying   at   all   !   and ,    he's   not   freaking   out   or   anything !   sweat ,   and   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝   𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ,   are   normal   right ? !   .   .   .   ]   what   greets   surprises   him .   she's   not   𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦   what   he   expected .    [   what   happened   to   being   bathed   in   𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠   golden   strands   of   luminescent   light ,   heralded   by   holy   harmonies   ? !    hundreds   of   𝖊𝐲𝖊   𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘   ? ? ! ? *   ｏｋａｙ   -   he's   kinda   disappointed   by   the   last   bit .  ]   wide   𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐   features ,   oddly   ease .   if ,   slightly .   there's   something   𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫   in   a   toothy   smile .   [   like   charlie,   in   a   different   font   -   with   somehow   𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆   fashion   taste   !   *   ]

❝ um ,    hi   -   i   like   your   𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠   ??    .   .   .   oh  𝒉𝒆𝒉 !  actually that   kinda   reminds   me   of   a   joke   ,   listen   !  [ . . . ]  what’s   an   angel’s   favorite   sport   ?   𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌-𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌   !   * ❞

* @mitisangelum  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐚   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 

[depascor]

she hadn’t started to stare, but when a glint had bounced off the peaking shards between his thin smile, she couldn’t help but be drawn in almost immediately. as always, her curious intentions begged for attention, holding her breath in unbridled anticipation for his smile spread — for him to proudly, threateningly unapologetically show more. the sudden shift of a pair of eyes ghat finally take notice of her ‘interest’ surprisingly doesn’t scare her off. attention remained unmoving, fixated on the gap between his lips, still waiting for it spread wider to show more.

but when it doesn’t, she takes action. hand rests upon her own cheek with a coy tilt of her head, finally she’d acknowledge him, eyes drifting from his teeth. an excited flutter elicits through all her wings, anticipating the big reveal that was bound to come.

❝ have i ever told you how alluring your teeth are ? ❞ it’s said so casually. ❝ even now — you’re barely smiling and yet they still stick out so strikingly. it’s like your very own warning sign. ❞

⌖   𝒰NPROMPTED,   accepting   @mitisangelum.

the   static   in   the   air   hitches—   a   sharp,   sudden   skip   in   the   record.   for   a   moment,   the   wide,   fixed   curve   of   his   mouth   falters,   the   corners   trembling   with   a   rare,   frantic   energy.    he   isn’t   used   to   the   gaze   being   so...   𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚.   so   appreciative   of   the   machinery   behind   the   mask—    soft,   wet   clicking   sound   echoes   from   his   throat   as   he   swallows,   a   rhythmic   tick   that   betrays   the   sudden   rush   of   heat   behind   his   skin;   &   the   low   grinding   thrum   of   his   stomach—

❝   alluring?   oh,   you   delightful   little   thing!   ❞

he   lets   out   a   sharp,   hitching   breath—   half-gasp,   half-giggle—   &   then,   with   a   slow,   deliberate   fluidity   that   contrasts   his   jerky   movements,   his   tongue   flickers   out.   it   is   dark,   slick,   &   unnaturally   long,   snaking   across   the   jagged   rows   of   his   teeth.    he   licks   them   with   an   obsessive,   tactile   ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟,   the   wet   shlick   of   muscle   against   ivory   echoing   in   the   quiet   space   between   them.

the   eyes   tell   the   lie   of   the   soul,   but   the   teeth...   the   teeth   tell   the   truth   of   the   diet!   he   traces   the   serrated   edges   of   the   pointier   canines,   feeling   the   sharpness   catch   against   the   soft   tissue   of   his   tongue,   eyes   half-lidded   in   a   brief,   giddy   trance.   he   seems   to   be   savoring   the   sheer   lethality   she’s   pointed   out,   his   body   twitching   with   a   suppressed,   excited   tremor—   as   he   tastes   leftover   blood   from   his   last   meal.

warning   sign,   she   says.    warning   signs   are   only   effective   if   the   observer   has   the   sense   to   turn   back;   &   yet,   there   she   is,   seraph.   peering   into   the   unsuspected   wolf’s   mouth   to   count   the   jagged   bits—

❝   oh,   to   see   a   warning   sign   &   think   of   it   as   a   charm.   you   have   a   very...   dangerous   eye   for   detail,   emily.   ❞