[The bedroom door opened, without warning. Luckily, it was just Azrael standing in the doorway, pastel blue eyes and halo glinting a little. They spoke with a surprisingly.. normal tone, maybe a little tired]
All dealt with. Guardian angel noticed the commotion and put the two back in their area.
[The angel did not look to be in a great state, despite their voice. They appeared to have at least a bit of blood all over their body, but also a lot of blood on their arms— specifically around the wrists. At the very least, the blood didn’t look to be actively flowing, but it wasn’t a nice sight.]
- [Another Set of Eyes]
*Crimson nearly jumps out of his skin as the bedroom door swings open, trident already pointed toward the doorway. He breathes out a sigh of relief and lowers the weapon once he notices that it's not the angel who was just bent on killing him a moment prior, though it still takes a moment for the feathers on his wings to settle again*
{Jesus... Yyou scared me...}
*He breathes out as Jehanne rushes over to Azrael's 'feet' with a trill. His attention finally snags on the blood, and his look of relief quickly twists up into something a bit closer to uncertainty*
{Uh... Are you... uhm...}
*Crimson glances back down at the angel as they speak up for the first time in a while. It doesn't say anything at first, just watching them initially with that same conflicted expression, before it averts its gaze toward the rest of the room*
{You're, uh...} *It pauses as it clears its throat,* {Yyou're alright....}
[The angel shook a little, once again unresponsive for a moment. Then, it exhaled a long, slow breath, shoulders slumping forward. It seemed… embarrassed, for the most part— which at least was better than a breakdown. It almost looked reluctant to give any sort of response at all]
… hm…
[Then, it hung its head in its lap, pressing its forehead to its knees, exhaling another breath. At the very least, some amount of energy had appeared to have returned to its demeanour— it even seemed to be able to crack a half-joke]
how about we pretend i’m not here
*Crimson breathes out a small laugh at that. He allows himself to relax a little more as Azrael slowly starts to loosen up a little more*
{Sure.. But, uh...}
*He looks back at it again, this time glancing over its damaged head wings*
{First, what are you gonna abbout your wings?}
[Some of the eyes that were still visible widened slightly at that question, as if xe had just been reminded of that issue.]
Oh, yeah
[Xe shifted slightly, wincing a bit as xe tried and failed to lift one of the injured wings. The wing moved a little, before promptly twitching with a spike of pain, and fell limp again]
I’ll.. sort them out later..
*Crimson's expression tightens at that display from xyr wing, its morphing back into a scowl. It looks even less pleased with Azrael's following response*
{How much "later"?}
[Azrael grumbled a little at being called out, crossing their arms over their chest. They muttered something under their breath, before they responded]
Later.
[Then, they added, voice a little quieter as they angled their head away]
What do you care anyway…
*Crimson promptly ignores the question and instead narrows his eyes at the other*
{That's not an answer.}
*He retorts, his tone starting to fall back into that much more familiar sternness*
[The angel huffed, seemingly frustrated and, frankly, rather unsure how to deal with its own health being the subject of conversation this time. Without a word, it begrudgingly raised its arms to the wings, bunching them together and holding the wings at either side of its hands]
[The angel winced a little at the contact, and then once again as it applied a little bit of pressure— before its halo’s glow intensified just slightly. It held the hands there for a short moment, before pulling away and crossing them over its chest once more.]
There.. Better?
[The wings appeared visibly repaired— not only moving again, but the feathers seemed to appear much less tattered… though they were certainly still a little unkempt. To be fair, the angel didn’t appear to be one to take very good care of its feathers anyway, for the most part]
*Crimson looks over Azrael's suddenly healed head wings with a look of mild shock on its face. Right, yeah, they can do that. Its quick to find its scowl again though, rolling its eyes as it alerts its gaze away from the other*
{...Fine.}
[The angel went mostly quiet after that, seemingly perfectly content to let the conversation fizzle out. Xe didn’t… move, though— maybe xe was a bit uncertain whether xe should. Xe seemed surprisingly calm next to him, perhaps a little nervous.]
[Eventually, Azrael did appear to start sinking into xemself a bit, somehow managing to make xemself appear even smaller as xyr head sunk into xyr shoulders. There was a long moment, before the angel finally spoke again, voice uncharacteristically small again]
…. Sorry ‘bout your window..
{Hm?}
*Crimson briefly glances back at the angel, and then toward the broken window as his attention is brought back to it. He winces at the sight of the shards of glass left scattered on the ground*
{Oh.. Right.}
*With a flick of its free hand, the shards glow for a second before disappearing in a flash of light. The window itself doesn't change, even as Crimson eyes it. It mumbles something to itself under its breath, a little too quiet for Azrael to fully make out*
[Azrael seemed to have been waiting for a bit more of a response, more anger in his voice to rise up, perhaps— even though they hadn’t even been the one to break the window in the first place.]
[The lack of such a response almost seemed to confuse them a little. They waited, gaze lingering on the shattered window, before they looked back at him and quietly asked,]
You’re not mad…?
*Crimson scowls at that, his tail giving a small flick of its own. It seems like he goes to say something in response before deciding to change his tone*
{I'm annnoyed...}
*He clarifies, still squinting at the broken window*
{More upset at that dickhead for breaking into mmy fucking house.}
[Azrael gave a slight hum, looking a little unsure— almost confused, as if it weren’t initially expecting the blame to be on the one who actually did the wrong. It fiddled with one of its belts a bit, now looking at the window too]
I wasn’t expecting him to do that…
[It made a face at the door, still looking rather confused and unsure]
He’s not usually the sort to… stoop to that sort of level
*Crimson just hums at that, an arbitrary dismissive sound that doesn't communicate anything other than acknowledgment that it had heard the other's words. While its gaze remains focused on the window, it doesn't seem like it's as focused on the window itself anymore as it is just avoiding eye contact again*
[Azrael went quiet then, and just seemed to linger there for a few moments. After those few moments though, the angel shifted a bit, still watching the window]
[Then, xe stood up, pushing xemself to xyr feet, perhaps still a little shaky. Xe approached the broken window, leaning out through the gap— probably to search for Metatron. After a moment, xe stepped back, and xyr halo began to glow a little brighter— before the window seemed to repair itself, the glass reforming over the opening]
*Crimson looks a little surprised at first as Azrael gets up, unsure of what to do with his arm now that he isn't holding the other anymore. He ends up just awkwardly lowering it back down to his side*
*It watches the other with an air of caution to its expression, especially as it notices xyr shaking. That caution is quickly replaced with something closer to irritation, however, as Azrael fixes up the window*
{i could've ggotten that...}
*He grumbles under his breath*
[There was a shift, as the large mound of feathers named Dabria went to scratch herself on the floor, her eyes peering over at Azrael too. Azrael finished repairing the window, before looking back at Crimson]
Too slow. I got to it first
[They trilled, appearing to have gained some of the energy in their voice back— still not to say they looked very well, of course. They did return to the corner then, sitting back next to Crimson once more— though they did leave a little space between them this time, at least for the other. They brought their legs up again, resting their head on their knees]
*Crimson simply rolls its eyes at that comment, readjusting itself now that it had been freed for the moment. It stills itself again as Azrael moves back to xyr spot beside it, though it doesn't reinstate the embrace this time*
*Jehanne—who had been apparently dozing in her spot on the floor—suddenly stirs again as Azrael rejoins them. She looks back up at xem with a trill, cocking her head to the side*