#therighteousnessofgod

[tricksterreformed-a]

@therighteousnessofgod continued from here

          “I already said I’d help, which is why you need to shush all your criticism of my very good plan and help me pick a good soundtrack.”   He really couldn’t afford to wind up with a reputation as someone who could just be dialed up to help with off-the-record angel business, so it was paramount that he make the whole ordeal as roundabout as possible.

          “Do you think this is more of a Nicki Minaj sort of thing, or a Lil’ Dicky deal?”  Gabriel asked, trying to look as innocent as possible as he scrolled through a playlist on his phone with one hand and gave Zadkiel a quick poke to the cheek with the finger that had been removed from the other angel’s lips.

[ineffablefallen]

@therighteousnessofgod said: ➳

Oh, this was just pathetic.

It’d been how long since he was up here? God, he’d already lost count back in Eden. And now, here he was, standing in Heaven again, facing an angel who reminded him of his old, un-Fallen self.

It should have been Aziraphale, standing in front of him. Or Michael. Even Gabriel, Crowley could have dealt with being given to Gabriel. But this one. This angel. Zadkiel. Just the name itself sent shivers down his spine, sent the slightest look of disgust to his face.

But he had to. If he wanted to remain corporeal, he had to do this.

So the demon dramatically bowed to his new commander, his voice almost venomous in tone if the other bothered to listen close. “What would you like, Sir.”

[heavenlyxrunaway]

@therighteousnessofgod || cont.

If the angel hadn’t been paying attention, he may have laid down right on the bunny. He smiled and gently picked the sleeping rabbit into his arms so he could move the shirt. He settled back down on the bed and placed a loving kiss between the bunny’s ears.

“Hello, love.”

    Perhaps a true hare would have been more attentive with its surroundings, alarmed to be picked up and moved about. But Ellios, so comfortable in his spot, hardly even twitched when Zadkiel came in. There was a little sound of surprise when he was lifted up, but the surprise quickly faded when he realized who was holding him, and was replaced with a happy look in his eyes. The kiss was met with a cheerful little fluffing up.

    “Hi, babe. Didn’t think you’d be home already.”

[muteauthor]

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Reaching up, Zadkiel gently took a hold of the glasses and pulled them off, setting them out of Mute’s reach. He looked into the eyes across from him and was awestruck. A part of him was getting used to processing the contents held in Mute’s eyes and another was baffled by how gorgeous they were.

He placed his hand on the man’s jaw and tilted his face up so his eyes would catch the light and he smiled. They shifted from a beautiful green to a lovely blue and once Mute’s head was back down, they shifted to green again.

“I wish you wouldn’t hide them so much.”

Mute sheepishly pulled back, face red, “I-I have to. It’s for everyone’s safety, I couldn’t live with myself if anyone got hurt because of me. I-....” he trailed off, and shook his head, “my eyes are just eyes otherwise. They’re not pretty or anything. They’re full of horror and beyond that just...boring. Yours have grace and heaven in them- far more impressive. I’m just a human, after all.”

[lordflyers]

There was a rumpling in the ground giving them pause from where they lounged on their throne. The swarm of flies that surrounded them began to buzz in concern and confusion around their body. Kicking off a leg, Beelzebub corrected themselves, sitting up right as they tried to work out just what they were feeling. No, it couldn’t be... It hadn’t happened in centuries. 

The concrete began to tremble, brimstone filling the nostrils and the groans of demons outside in the hall grew louder. It’s impossible. 

The Pit had been starved for so long that it could be easily forgotten about until it opened with a new fallen angel. Michael had never mentioned anything about conducting a trial that would end in one of their own falling and now, look who was going to have to do the paperwork? Well, not Beelzebub, it wasn’t their department, but someone in Hell was going to have to pick up their slack. 

Fucking Angels. 

Straightening their coat, they began a hasty walk further into the basement, towards the pit to meet just who had fallen. 

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[fraternizes-with-demons-blog]

Angels Among Us

@therighteousnessofgod

A miracle here and there for the more important things, but for situations involving his outfit (situations that didn’t involve his very old but loved coat), Aziraphale would rely on human innovation.

While his velvet vest was thread bare and worn in the places that saw the more frequent handling, he was more concerned about the buttons and any long threads that threaten to unravel the time-worn piece. Miracling his vest into perfect condition was too frivolous. Which was just as well, as the Angel loved having clothing tailored for him.

He got along well enough with the tailors and with their clientele. All men and women with smart taste. And as far as he could tell, they enjoyed his company. If they didn’t, he was none the wiser.

Aziraphale tsked at his vest and finally tutted when he saw just how many loose threads there were, and the buttons were no better off. Upon further inspection it seemed that the fabric was splitting from itself along the bottom. This won’t do. He couldn’t very well walk about London looking like a tattered old thing. Time for some much needed love and care.

Coat was slid over shoulders and buttoned up front. The Angel felt rather naked without his vest, which was neatly folding in hand. As the owner of A.Z. Fell & Co., he was completely within his rights to close shop whenever possible or stay closed as long as he needed to be. The Angel didn’t actually have intentions of selling books, anyway. So, with key in hand, he exited his shop and locked the door behind him.

The tailor in question was one that had popped up some short time after the great thwarting of the Great Plan. He hadn’t been, yet, and it was closer than the one he would usually frequent.

Aziraphale walked purposefully to the new shop, Oxford’s thudding against rain-slicked sidewalk. It was a miracle it stopped raining at all. In spite of the humidity in the air, Aziraphale arrived at the shop completely dry. Pushing open the doors transferred droplets of water onto his palms, which he shook off after stepping inside.

[bookshopcelestial]

For @therighteousnessofgod from here

         Aziraphale cannot help a small (smug) smile from curving at his lips, watching with a mixture of fondness and amusement as Zadkiel discovers sweets for the first time. He's long suspected that all angels, whether principality or cherubim or archangel, has a proclivity for sugar. Zadkiel's reaction only adds merit to his suspicions.

         "Mmm, they are lovely, aren't they?" Aziraphale replies, reaching for another petite four now that his companion is properly taken with the dessert. "--And they come in a whole host of flavors and textures.." The angel bites into his second sweet, something lemony with a meringue. His expression is briefly transported. "...they’re really.. just divine..."

         Settling deeper into his seat with a pleased sigh, Aziraphale chances a coy glance at the archangel alongside him. Perhaps this wasn't a social call after all.... 

          "...So Zadkiel, good fellow...I've heard you are working on a new line of waist coats..."

[crowleyisms]

@therighteousnessofgod grumpy morning demon is grumpy

Crowley was in a bad mood that was for certain. While he really didn’t need to sleep there were still times that he did. And when he did want to sleep and couldn’t fall to sleep that made the demon quite grumpy. And so far he was displeased with how the morning was going and he needed a coffee and maybe he shouldn’t have directed it at the other with his foul mood.

“I didn’t mean you specifically. But if you want to get me a coffee than I’m not going to argue.”