Death and a Bottle of Jack

((An Independent RP blog for an OC concept of the Angel of Death, Azrael. Will RP with anyone. Also Lucifer))

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           ❝Maybe you should have a thicker—less SEE THROUGH blanket.             now please tell me you don’t need something from me, I’m not             exactly keen on y’know. I mean I have to get to my shop, && I don’t             want to open late, y’know?❞            Actually she didn’t care all too much, she just wasn’t in the mood for             mister 'BIRTHDAY SUIT' Why were beings so weird? Like what was            he hoping to accomplish by this—though she was sure he wasn’t that            exposed—but still Don’t they ever have a bus to catch or something.

            ❝Don’t you have a job or something to go to?❞

[theflawedreaper]

      Curse. Yeah. It was a curse. He was pretty sure of it. At least in his case, what with her rambling and her fretting over something that couldn't really be helped by either of them. And well, at least she wasn't seeing his true form. That would be a little more harrowing experience for her, he supposed.

      Azrael heaved a sigh, and found himself struggling with that purely mental addiction for a cigarette. Not that it would help him much either way, but it was the thought that counts, right? Something to placate. He understood the draw. He certainly needed one, as this break was proving far less. Oh great Maker, what had he done to deserve this?

      "Considerin' you're the only one lookin' I'm gonna have to say 'don't peek', or 'knock first'." Though a witty retort really wasn't going to work in either of their favor. She seemed like the type to continue it. That is, until she questioned his work ethic, something she just previously seemed so affronted about him interrupting on her account. "...don't you?"

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                                        theflawedreaper

                       ❝Well this isn’t what I had in mind for today.❞.                        Naturally she was referring to the obvious being                        sitting on the bench next to her.  ❝Your non human                        is showing dude. Cover that shit up, you don’t see                        me walking around naked do you? Same applies                        to your kind, man.❞ 

[theflawedreaper]

      It took a moment for him to realize that she was talking to him, and not the squirrel gnawing at an acorn near his toes. Humans had curious habits, and musing to small woodland creatures, or animals in general was one of them. And well, he could really only stare at the girl akin to the dumb rodent with its twitching tail.

      After all, he made it a point not to cross planes when he was working. Except maybe on lunch break. Angels needed those, too, you know. And he had just taken a five minute breather on his way to lay to rest a poor old sap in a hospital wing (who was on his way to those pearly gates, at least. There was no waiting for him. What a swell guy.), which on the plane she sat would have been less than a blink.

      But somehow, some way, she caught him. And he could really only blink at her incredulously for a fleeting moment. It wasn't every day he stumbled across someone with such a gift (or was it a curse? even he wasn't sure.)

      "Well t' be fair I'd appreciate it if ya didn't take my blanket off."

[theflawedreaper]

((I'M ALIVE. I PROMISE. I'M SORRY I POOFED. Juggling blogs is hard.))

[theflawedreaper]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been very active over here.

I've been trying to catch up on my main RP blog lately, and I've got a bit of con crunch the next two weeks.

But I'll definately try to be around a little more!

[sugiis-archive-blog-deactivated]

                     ❝Yeah….Me too.❞

[theflawedreaper]

      Tentatively, he rests a hand on her back. He gives a quick rub between her shoulders, before withdrawing once more.

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                     ❝No I’m mad at you. I made cucumber water

                         sound romantic as fuck and you ruined it, I                          was just trying to seduce you with my words.❞

[theflawedreaper]

      "Ruinin' things is pretty much what I was made for, unfortunately."

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                     ❝It tastes like fucking cucumber, dickwad.❞

[theflawedreaper]

      "Yer adorable. And eloquent. I mean that."

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                     ❝It taste like the cool, crisp kiss of a 

                         late november sky—when the sun                          hasn’t quite graced the earth, but                          there’s still a beautiful glow. The kind                          of glow that makes being up so early                          the best part of the day.❞

[theflawedreaper]

      "So, in other words, it doesn't have a taste. Good to know."

[sugiis-archive-blog-deactivated]

I have literally no self control. I was going to wait a little bit before I posted this, but here i am. Jam the Trash queen. I guess I just want you to know that I really appreciate you sticking it out with me through all this time—even if I am a meme. I’m not so great at these introductory paras, but the jist is I adore each and everyone of you—even if I’m not great at expressing it constantly. I just want you all to have nice days. {Image} If you have a lil ✧next to your url Click for a good time.

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[theflawedreaper]

sugiis

      "So, what does cucumber water taste like, exactly? And don't you dare say cucumbers, smart ass."

[icanhearthemwhispering-blog]

❛Nothing i’m Afraid of—    you’re something old, sense you’re power, ringing in my head..❜

[theflawedreaper]

    "That's a first. Usually my face does a number on its own." Her eccentricity didn't seem to phase him in the slightest, nor her interesting use of phrasing. "Still wouldn't recommend takin' a bite."

[the-fxirest]

                   ❝ It has all of my bank cards and… ❞ Snow stopped, a                          slight blush rising to her rosy cheeks. ❝ I probably should                          not be telling you that. I was already lucky enough that you                          did not steal it. ❞ Snow’s eyes widen. ❝  I mean, I know that                          you are most likely not a thief! I was not implying that at all, I                          just… Oh, dear. ❞ Snow said. For a princess, she wasn’t very                          good at being articulate. Snow couldn’t really help it; she just                          flustered easily. She let out a soft sigh, offering the man another                          gentle smile. ❝ My name is Snow. May I ask what your name is? ❞

[theflawedreaper]

     He could only give a polite nod as she rambled. Hands were quickly shoved into the front pockets of his jeans to keep them from their fidgeting. 

    "It's fine," the assurance came with a shrug of his broad shoulders, "Don't mention it."

      That smile came again, along with the question of his name.

      Names. Always with the names... He found himself fumbling for a moment, before finally stammering out, "A-Angel." The alias was stupid. Obvious. Riduclous. And yet it was what he always defaulted to. " 'S nice to meet you."

[icanhearthemwhispering-blog]

❛Oooh a burn!!!—     would light me up form my insides ?? Like a christmas tree??!!     oooh Or will it go right through me and make my body tingle all over             i bet it would — bet you know how to make woman Quiver❜

[theflawedreaper]

      "Somethin' like that, yeah."

     "...You really don't know what yer talkin' to do ya?"

[icanhearthemwhispering-blog]

  ❛—— Stale ??              Not really fussed what type of tinge you have in your blood…❜

[theflawedreaper]

     "Y' sure about that? Might burn on the way down. An' I don't mean in the good way."

[the-fxirest]

                ❝ Oh! ❞ Snow said, turning to face the man who                      had picked up her purse. Thank you very much! I                      don’t know what I would do if I lost this. ❞ She said,                      giving the man a sweet smile.

[theflawedreaper]

      Oh, good. She'd heard him. And seen him. He lost count of the amount of times he'd forgotten to transition smoothly, leaving someone to flit their head about hopelessly as some disembodied voice spoke to them, while he might as well have been dancing a jig to grab their attention. This was a releif.

    "Ah. Yeah, that's pretty important..." He replied. Idly, his hand rose to rub the back of his neck. A curious habit, but one that was practically ingrained, and subconcious. It was a wonder he hadn't rubbed it raw.

     At least she had a nice smile. Not enough people did that nowadays, smile at strangers.

[theflawedreaper]

   ” My ——-            You smell , ＷＯＮＤＥＲＦＵＬ－－－            I Bet you taste just as good, Bet you’re bloods such a                     pretty shade of red.            My tummy is all growly and you pet , Look ripe to eat..”

     "Actually, 'm pretty sure I'd taste pretty stale." Well, this was awkward.

[airbornegoldenboy]

Summertime Harvest

Sonny fell a lot. Today he was currently falling out of a tree, and with a yelp, landed at someone’s feet. He glanced upward, into a very serious looking face of someone who was definitely not from around California.

"Uh, I’m sure I made a great introduction of myself and all, but I think that I might have broken something? A little help?"

[theflawedreaper]

     It was a grand thing he had quick reflexes. Of course, that was mostly inherent. But also possibly a skill... Either way, the angel was equipped with them, and they happened to transfer over to a human form. Perhaps that was out of mere muscle memory, despite the fact said muscles were a little more compact (which was saying something, as he still seemed to tower over the majority of existence when he walked the mortal plane. Nuisance, really.). Otherwise, he might have been knocked to the concrete by an errant blonde.

     What a world it was today... people practically falling out of the sky.

     Azrael strafed to the side, just in time. The boy crumpled to the ground, instead of ontop of him. Granted, he wasn't sure which might have been less a landing. He wasn't exactly the softest thing in the world, himself.

     So he stood, with the groaning heap of a man at his feet as he whipped his head to and fro, as if to judge the reaction of any passers by. Thankfully, this little mishap had gone unnoticed. What a releif.

      "Ah..." The angel paused, gazing down at the sheepish grin cast upward in his direction. He scratched the back of his neck idly before extending a hand for the boy to latch onto. "...hi?"