#shilohia

[minwoo-ia]

🎀 Sacrifice tomorrow ୭ Tainted feathers

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[hemlock-ia]

The citadel’s curse {past Shilock}

The citadel was in the darkest corner of the realm where destruction had roamed and Gods had been forgotten long- in the garret a young child was sitting alone. Scribbling on a piece of paper left by the parents of the kid. The room was dirty, covered in the black residue of smog and it reeked like death itself. Hemlock sat upon a ledge near the room, peering in as he had been summoned by the greater powers to come take a look. The demon did not enjoy taking orders but this one had piqued his interest. The squalid place he had ended up in was proving to be interesting-

A young child- something akin to a human had been the scapegoat for a society that had been destroyed by a terrible disaster. Hemlock was not quite sure what had destroyed these lands but everyone had left. Cars were left on the streets with doors open and hastily packed suitcases laid next to decomposing bodies on the concrete streets. It was a beautiful yet macabre sight and the demon felt his poison within him tingle and spark. He wanted to experience more of this beautiful place- a wondrous location so filled with disaster.

Though before he could play tourist and go see the sights of horror and dismay there was the case of the child. Sitting in the casement of the highest room in the citadel. The scratching of the crayons against the dirtied paper loud in the silence of the night. Hemlock was unseen to the human eye right now, an enchantment of minor demonic powers that shielded him from the suspected cause of the disaster.

Though it did not shield him from the creature that had just arrived next to him on the ledge. Hemlock looked up, his pale eyes studying the creature- though he did not need to lay eyes on the other to know what it was. The angelic energy seeped through immediately and it tickled his skin. He liked angels, liked talking to them, liked making them uncomfortable or upset. Or just to play some nice games with (with or without clothes, he wasn’t picky).

Though this angel he had not seen before- unbeknownst to him the other would become a reoccurring character in the chapters that would make the book of his life and- an interesting one at that.

“Why is it that when I am enjoying myself, one of you also arrives here.” he asks, swinging one leg off the ledge and wondering if the angel is a guardian to the child- or a messenger of a vengeful God.

@shiloh-ia

[leejieun-ia]

( visit reverse ) : our muses visit receiver’s favorite place from childhood 

"Remember, you wanted to come with me. I told you its kind of strange outing."

She shrugged as she glanced up at the Angel, brown eyes very amused as they continued through the trees. She held a bundle of flowers -zinnias in different colors- in one hand and lilacs in the other making careful steps along the cold hard ground. It was a bit of a trek away from the academy, and the charm to hide her presence from watchful angels swung against her neck. Eventually the two reached a cemetary, run down and old but still picturesque.

"We're here." She passed under an iron gate that was rusted in many spots. The grass was a bit over run, many of the head stones were chipped and bleached with age but she didnt care.

"If i had a favorite place from my "childhood" if thats what you could call it, it would be here." She had never considered herself as having a childhood, she had just 'come to be'.

"In my first days on this planet I often visited here to listen to the prayers of others, sometimes visible, sometimes not. Theres a certain purity in cemeteries dont you think?" Taking out a bright red flower she laid it across one of the stones. "I like to visit every now and then, let them know they're not forgotten."

She stared at him for a moment, lips pursed before she before moving to another grave. "Why did you want to come with me anyway? Isn't Angel safety one-o-one never go off with Strange Angels? "

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[minwoo-ia]

🔴 The pleasure is mine {Shiloh&Minwoo}

It was time for Shiloh to explore, to discover all the little wonders his new home had to offer, and so, drawn in by the neon sign reading Demonic Pleasures in a bright red, the angel walked in, curious about the pleasures of the local demon population. As he walked across the club, he couldn't help but arch an eyebrow upon witnessing a rather peculiar scene, since text books and stationery were the last things he'd assume would be present in such a place. Maybe they even had poetry clubs around, he thought as a small, amused smile formed in the corner of his lips.

And then he felt it — the scent that inundated his nostrils was unmistakable, he could recognize it from miles away. Smacking his lips, Shiloh turned on his heels, blue hues meeting the red pair, their intense gaze. They were nothing like the small, petty spirits he'd encounter at the aerial tolls; their energy was overwhelming, suffocating almost. "Hmm," As he hummed, his eyes scanned the area, "I wouldn't say no to a drink, but something tells me the house doesn't go alcohol-free."  

The gold swirling in the red orbs danced around for a moment as he saw the holy creature enter his establishment. His eyes soft as he recognized the creature as soon as he stepped into the light of the bar. he did not speak of it though- perhaps there was a slight inkling of recognition in his gaze before he hid it again. He knew he had seen the other before but in the Heavenly Kingdom where he had never been.

Oh, how he had liked to forget the past where he had taken the memories of an angel fallen- for he needed to store his memories in a safe space. Where to better hide an Angel’s treasure than within a demon? He had given the memories back though he did not need to say goodbye to them. He never wanted to leave those beautiful memories behind. For he was in love with the Demonic realm where he gazed upon Hell but he was seduced by Heaven- a lover he could never have. He had seen angels dance and the cherubs sing under the endless sunlight. The lightness that came with a realm so odd and foreign to a demon. Yet it’s melodies would play in the background of his dreams sometimes.

How silly for an Arch-demon to dream of Heaven.

He had seen the other there, he heard whispers that the other would fall- and yet it seemed he had not fallen for he was here and his energy felt pure. Making his skin tingle and his mouth water as he watched the other and then smiled. Tilting his head slightly as his horns- black with golden tips -hit the light and reflected the red tones of the led-wall writings. “Hello there, why do you think we do not have anything alcohol-free?” he asked and then handed the other an iPad that had a whole non-alcohol section. Sure, it included blood as well (human and fae) but it also had coke, Fanta and some sparkling water with fruity flavours.

“We also have snacks, I like the little fried cheese snacks.” he gestured to the iPad and smiled at the angel. “I’ve never seen you here before. You new or just crossing through town?”

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[katarina-ia]

[ STYLE ] - The sender attempts to style the receiver’s hair.

How the two had come to be, Katarina had no idea, but Vařnimelda hadn't seemed irked by the male and so she had decided to trust him....a little.

The two had moved from making flower crowns and foraging for berrys to now lazily lying in the sun. Kat was sketching something in her notebook and finally she showed it to the other with an incredulous look.

'You can do that with my hair?' It wasn't difficult for her, but him?

'Maybe you should start simple, a pretty braid maybe?''

Her own tapped on her notebook waiting for hours response as she rifled through various hairstyles she knew

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[seira-ia]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room 

Coming from underwater towards the surface, the merman slowly made his way towards a group of large rocks on the left side of the lake, tail moving in and out of the crystal clear water to help in the said task. Skillfully letting his webbed hands hold firmly onto the slippery surface to them climb there and enjoy the peaceful environment, he also took the time to pick up some green leaves that got stuck onto his body. Gills open and free moved right on the male's skin even if right now he didn't need them to breathe; they were there, just like his transformed form was totally exposed to anyone that would be passing by. For Seira, it wasn't a reason to hide or be careful not to let others see him. With no shame inside his heart about his being, the merman kept there sunbathing under gentle rays while his fish-like tail danced around the water surrounding the rocks.

Soon, though, the pearls under his eyes moved slightly after he blinked, orbs looking up, towards the land, finding blue eyes that reminded him of home. Locking his gaze with a stranger whose eyeball color reminded him of the ocean, of his mother and loved ones felt weird, but for some reason, the merman felt like he should keep looking in that man's direction anyway. “Is he in shock…?” Seira asked himself, reddish orbs still on the mysterious guy on land.