#sangelune

[desiderixm]

@sangelune continued from here 💀

The bluntness was noted. His fingers idly preening his glass-like wings, listening, but never interrupting. Death was never something he had to fear, never an adversary that needed to be overcome or put in it's place. Never something that needed to feel the wrath of God. Gabriel was first and foremost a weapon to be dispatched at the will of The Father, he'd seen countless deaths. Been a messenger to warn of others.

Death was... well to be just as blunt as the horseman, something that came for every living thing. Inescapable. You can never outrun it no matter how much you try. Not every soul needed saving, not every soul that did need it would be. Such is the way of life. He ran his fingers along the edge of a feather, sharp as a blade, perfect.

"I try not to bother myself with such things." A lie, but who would really call out The Hand Of The Father on it?

"I think..." he trailed off waving a hand with a dismissive shake of his head, "Never mind what I think. I guess someone more focused on saving others would have a different perspective than someone whose a punishment for humanity's own sins. It's not my place to judge. More curious about your work than anything."

[embittersweet]

  @sangelune :  continued.

          ❝  hmph.  ❞   a  humorless  sound.   she  simply  allows  him  to  grab  her  face,  arms  crossed.  leather  feels  cold  against  skin.  mi-kyung  sees  nothing  as  she  looks  into  the  mask’s  eyes.  dark  voids  staring  back  into  dark  voids.   ❝  you’re  really  not  that  much  better  than  him,   you  know.   you’re  both  cruel.   both  assholes.   i  could  do  better  than  both  of  you.   ❞   she  could.   but  she  won’t, of course.   acts  like  she’s  so above  the  attention  he  so  graciously  grants  her.

          danny  was  a  distraction.   sought  him  out  for  twisted  comfort  while  her  real  love  rejected  her  time  and  time  again.   he  was  never  meant  to  be  permanent.   that’s  what  she  had  to  remind  herself.   and  you  need  him.   ❝  how  do  i  know  i’m  not  just  gonna  waste  my  time  again?   you’ll  probably  just  throw  me  out,  too …   ❞   but  what  else  would  fill  the  aching  gap  in  her  chest?   who  else  would  have  her  as  she  is?   you’re  making  a  horrible  mistake.   you  need  to  run.   she  realizes  this  is  her  only  chance  at  love.   or  something  resembling  it,   at  least.

[smxkeyjxe]

you  tangle  with  the  supernatural  often?

Oh, you could say that, the fae inwardly muttered, her green eyes staring at the shotgun as it was being lowered before she looked back up at the man as he continued to speak. Being one herself and being hunted by them, oh yeah, she had a lot of run-ins with them.

Fun times.

"Can't say that grave digging is a secret profession of mine," she says, resting a hand on her hip before looking down at the specter he just killed. She sneers slightly. At least that was one less person who was trying to hunt her.

She then looks at Ryan and huffs a little, "But, I suppose I can make the exception once... Though, I gotta ask: why are you even digging this fella up?" she asks, canting her head to the side.

@sangelune | Continued from x.

[prettytm]

One year out and he's running right back. Back to the battlefield he had nearly lost himself on. It's a confrontation he knows he's not ready for yet it's happening quick for reasons outside of his control. A call came through, a debt collected and Billy Russo stood suited for war with his head on a swivel.

Had John even told him?

Did he know?

There's no disguising the nervousness pulsing through him, it drums out through fingers knocking against folded arms, slips his attention from the briefing Price was giving. They were on the warpath, covert operation, classified information. He listened as well as he could, he was preoccupied, he had men with him who would take the notes and fill him in later. And he knows it. So he's free to let black eyes react to every movement, waiting to see if his Ghost comes calling. @sangelune

[femlette]

♡⃕ @sangelune.

She doesn't want to pull herself away. Something horrible in her screams at the thought of the separation and she knows she just has to quiet it. Be  gentle  with it for once in her life. A shame she can't. Her forehead presses deeper against Simon's, body rolling in closer like she wants to slip into his skin.

       ❝ .. You're killing me.. ❞

[desiderixm]

@sangelune from here 💀

"Truth be told, I think they'd use more flowery language than resort to "profane language"." He stated very plainly, "Though truthfully you'd test even Phanuel's patience."

Little bird. It made his feathers stand on end. Not fearful, more the way his skin crawled the first time he ventured into Hell to check on the ferryman. Little bird... The Ferryman had called him that once with such affection he'd questioned what layer he was on, then the council assigned a new one to Wrath and his bones were scattered among the waves. Little bird— He folded his arms below his chest tilting his head at him, almost protective, but he wouldn't raise a blade just yet.

"You're boring. Attacking one archangel's faith as if many before you haven't tried and failed before, speaking hersey because you know there's very little I could do to you or any of your siblings. I have The Father's light coursing through my veins, I hear far more than you ever have or ever will."

The archangel had never been around something that looked so human, but made him so viscerally uncomfortable. He'd have to tell is disciples, just one more thing for them to avoid in their duties. They'd be fodder for any of the horseman, but Famine would cut through their composure easily.

"Are you all this tiring? I feel like I had this conversation centuries ago."

[femlette]

♡⃕ @sangelune.

       ❝ Think these are enough strawberries for the cake, June? ❞   Sue calls from the driveway, barely climbing out of his truck before he's shouting out to wherever June had been. For all he knew, she was inside her house and couldn't even hear him. Didn't stop the shouting, though. Once out, he's cradling  two crates  of strawberries against his chest, using his knee to slam the truck door shut after him. Up the path he goes.   ❝ Junebug? ❞

[prettytm]

@sangelune { Continued x }

And then the lion hunted the lamb.

Obsidian eyes tunnel, Ghost a fixed point even as he cuts through the crowd like a hot knife through flesh, he doesn't even blink. Who would want to miss a single moment of this man, this haunting shadow, barreling towards them with such fire burning in his eyes. That focus and intent meant solely for you?

It goes right to his head before it goes straight for his dick.

He's not blind. He isn't the only one who wanted him. He was a burning funeral pyre and they were all moths. Billy's the only one among them bold enough to play his part in this game.

And oh.. What a game it's been.

Every moment, every little tease, every fucking planned touch and look coming down to this exact point. He knew he wouldn't break first. He knew he would fight every instinct to keep himself from breaking his barriers down any more than he already had. He wanted, no needed, Ghost to break first.

For some level of control on a situation where he felt completely out of control. Out of sorts. Like his walls were crashing down around him. Fuck. He liked playing with danger. He loved the thrill. He was about to fuck around and fine out. And he'd thank Ghost for the pleasure. He had wanted him for the moment he opened his mouth and that voice poured out of him.

That grunt tone slipping into his bones until Billy needed to hear it while he was on the ground between his knees.

And finally..

Finally.

He was going to be rewarded for his trouble. He could feel it with every heavy booted step the the other man takes just to reach him. He would have let him do just about anything he wanted when he loomed over him. Hovering there in his space, his hand reaching for his knife.

The challenge in his eyes, the demand in them..

He knew he was fucked the moment he's on his feet. Graceful, fluid lines stretches as he follows him. "Pretty sure, Ghost, that don't belong to you."

What happens when the lamb willing follows the lion to the slaughter?