#thaegeiro

[whitewingaed]

            It was an irrevocable and unshakable truth; one simply could not get a decent crepe outside of France. And it wasn’t as though he hadn’t tried. Why, he must have frequented every cafe in Europe -- and far be it for him to hurt anyone’s feelings, of course ...but he simply couldn’t lie, either. Commandment breaking, and what not. Crepes simply didn’t taste as exquisite outside of Paris; so it was fortunate for him that he was, in fact, and angel, and had the resources available to him to pop over and visit whenever he desired.

            ❝ --ah, beg pardon. Er, no... rather -- pardon, si vous plait? ❞

            Aziraphale endeavored in a rather paltry attempt at French; an exceptionally beautiful language that he’d always been rather abhorrent at. Still, his efforts had seemed to garner the attentions of the gentleman at the table adjacent to him, and his expression lights up with unquestionable warmth as he continues -- in English, of course. He needn’t embarrass himself any further.

            ❝ -- terribly sorry to interrupt your meal, my good fellow. But -- do you frequent this establishment often? I was wondering if a discerning, local palette such as yours could offer any recommendations. ❞

@thaegeiro

[caomhnighean]

@thaegeiro. sc.

     ‘ Afternoon, Victor! ’ She sounds far too cheerful to be covered in as much blood as she is, though this is not such a strange sight for Faith. She pauses by a barrel of water in the courtyard, head still turned his way even as she begins to clean her hands and arms. ‘ I’ve been looking for you all day! Where on earth have you been hiding? ’ 

[bestsellingsurvivor]

✎ @thaegeiro ♡‘d this for a starter.

Lana Winters knows her way around a morgue. More often than not, it’s not about what one says, but rather, how one says it and who one says it to. It’s with this in mind that dark eyes flicker and settle on a tired whisp of a young man ( either an intern, she guesses, or else a receptionist ), and she fixes her mouth in the pseudo-curve of a polite smile, sidling up to the front desk as though casual conversation were commonplace in such a morbid setting.

“Nasty business, isn’t it?” she remarks, waving an unlit cigarette in an arcing gesture that sweeps a broad generalization on the rooms beyond. Eyeing the lad with a quirked brow, she props the filter between painted lips and sparks the thing to life, exhaling smoothly before offering the case. “One of what, three morgues hit so far? I bet your bosses are breathing down your neck over security.” It’s a loaded statement, delivered in working class camaraderie.

[consultingsister-aa]

PLOTTED STARTER // @thaegeiro

“I hardly know why we came to town if you have no intention of leaving your rooms. You force me to face every social gathering without you.” She tries for loving frustrations, but her light tone can’t quite disguise the disappointment. “Perhaps tonight, for the dinner?” 

[dongiovannitriumphant]

thaegeiro replied to your post: i regret to announce that this photo is a candid...

‘yes that’s absinthe in that glass’ you’re not fooling anybody viktor we all know it’s human blood

stunningly-lesbian replied to your post: i regret to announce that this photo is a candid...

   you can show up in photos now?   

This is bullying im a perfectly normal alive person i have my own blood and everything

[inversicn]

@thaegeiro.  (  s.c.  )

     LUCIFER  COULD  FEEL  THE  rumble  of  thunder  shiver  its  way  down  to  Pandemonium,  built  upon  the  tundra  of  the  deepest  level  of  Hell.  The  anomaly  sits  uneasily  in  his  stomach,  and  he  wastes  little  time  in  delegating  to  his  advocates.  He  had  taken  Beelzebub  with  him  to  scour  the  woods  of  Purgatory  while  the  rest  of  their  compatriots  rifled  through  each  level  of  Hell.  It  had  been  impossible  to  know  what  they  were  searching  for,  but  once  Lucifer  stumbled  upon  it,  he  knew  instantly.  A  shade  was  sprinting  about  the  woods  with  frenetic  madness,  whimpering  as  they  hyperventilated.  He  was  jostled  to  his  very  core  as  he  smelled  the  life  on  them,  despite  the  fading  transparency  of  their  soul.  Their  chest,  though  lacking  in  corporeality,  gave  no  faint  trace  of  a  heartbeat.  However,  Lucifer  could  sense  a  warm  pulse  emanating  from  the  smooth  inside  of  their  elbow,  just  above  where  the  visage  of  their  soul  cut  off.  Lucifer’s  stomach  dropped.  

     The  others  shared  similar  findings,  and  it  didn’t  take  long  for  Th’Almighty  to  demand  answers  from  Lucifer,  just  to  find  that  even  the  Angel  of  Evil  had  none.  His  offer  to  go  set  things  right  is  tacit  between  them ;  the  punishment  of  mortals  is,  after  all,  his  lot  in  this  eternity.

     His  black  wings  are  tucked  beneath  the  billowing  confines  of  his  boat  cloak  that  calms  as  he  steps  into  the  house,  the  warmth  of  the  hearth  enticing  the  slothful  side  of  him  to  rest  unseen  on  the  loveseat.  He  can  hear  the  murmur  of  voices  distantly  in  the  dismal  place,  and  he  follows  it,  silent  and  invisible  among  the  wholesome  comforts.  A  young  man  comes  out  of  a  room,  shutting  the  door  quietly  behind  him,  his  consideration  ginger  and  contubernal.  Lucifer  slips  in.  The  smell  of  pestilence  strikes  him.  Another  man,  just  older  than  a  boy  really,  rests  in  the  bed,  his  face  waxy  and  gaunt  with  sickness.  “Did  the  forbidden  fruit  satisfy  you?  The  aftertaste  is  quite  bitter,  is  it  not ;  it  will  linger  on  your  tongue  until  the  last  of  your  days.”

[unalived]

     ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 I would expect to find a gentleman taking an evening stroll. ❞  He splays a hand towards their surroundings; though he supposes a graveyard framed in twilight has a certain morbid beauty.  ❝ It’s not safe here after dark, Sir. ❞  A guttural screech tears through the air. Even uninfected by the virus, Skals exist on the edge of sanity. Their malnourished bodies begin to cannibalize themselves without a steady flow of flesh and blood.  ❝ We need to leave, now. ❞  Lately all his good intentions feel lethal. You cannot be afraid of the darkness if you’re the worst thing in it. 

@thaegeiro

[prcsopamoved]

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒  !  trouble  is  afoot  and  the  smallest  of  witches  has  slipped  in  through  the  nearest  window  ,  bright  gaze  scouring  the  strange  surroundings  when  the  sound  of  footsteps  echo  just  nearby  .  ❛      ah  !  oh  ,  uh  ,  it’s  …  not  what  it  looks  like  ,  on  my  uh  …  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑  ?      ❜    @thaegeiro  liked for  🎲 !