❝ DON’T YOU GET TIRED? ❞ arms are folded across sandalphon’s chest as he leans against the railing of the grandcypher, gaze fixated on the clouded horizon; while the others had made a stop earlier in the day, the archangel had almost immediately opted to stay behind ( ❝ i’m not an errand boy, thank you very much. ❞ ) & wait for them to finish with their business. where djeeta gets all of her energy from on a daily basis is a mystery not even he could begin to understand. brunette hair is tussled gently by the wind as his eyes eventually flicker towards her, a hint of genuine curiosity beneath them.
❝ it seems like all you do is take care of other people’s chores. ❞
@reginleiv ♢ sc / djeeta.






