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YAEL SHAFIR. XXIX. → MCDXXXIX. a n g e l → fallen. seraph. corruption points: seven thousand, four hundred and ninety eight. –––––––––––––––––– may the b r i d g e s i burn light the way. ♢ let them crumble & f a l l, i shall still find my way.

[yaelshafirs]

( orion. )

Her command cut him deeply, and Orion did not even try to hide the sadness he felt. He supposed in her position, seeing another of their kind was the last thing she wanted. But did she not remember that he was not like their other siblings? “Yael, please… I can not even remember how many years it has been since I last saw you. I really would like nothing more than to just speak for a little while. I do worry about how you have been since you have-” fallen was going to be his next word, but the angel could not bring himself to say it.

        Yael holds back the guilt easily, she doesn’t want to give Orion anything. Not one emotion other than annoyance. Orion has always been... Softer than the rest. She didn’t look down upon him nor look up to him because of this. He was only one out of thousands of siblings to her.  Yet, while he spoke, he seemed to care so deeply for her. “Not -- long -- enough.” It’s been hundred of years since she has last interacted with Orion. A blink of an eye to her. “I don’t regret falling.” She says, facing her brother with what would have been a neutral expression if it weren’t for the frown on her lips. “It was my choice. My choice alone and I have never felt more free, Orion. You're more than welcome to pass these words along to father." Yael expresses bitterly, feeling intruded upon. 

[lifeinpoetry]

You haven’t kissed anyone for a while now. To you, everything tastes like blood.

Warsan Shire, from “Souvenir,” Our Men Do Not Belong to Us (via lifeinpoetry)

[yaelshafirs]

( orion. )

The angel had not known how to react to seeing Yael standing there in the coffee shop. He figured they should speak, and had entered the building to do just that, but had stopped just a bit behind her. He was normally completely fine talking with people in this town of the blue, but Yael was one of the only ones who knew what he was. And she had willingly given that up. Luckily, she seemed to have inadvertently broken the ice for him.

“Well we should probably throw it away before someone accidentally picks it up then,” Orion replied as he stepped forward, grabbed the cup, and dropped it into the trash. Then he looked at the fallen angel and gave her the best smile he could muster. “How have you been?”

        Yael felt the presence of the kind she used to be apart of. Her shaking knee stopped and her muscles tensed. She didn't mean to start a conversation with any of them, she didn't want to. And here she was, catching the wrong beings attention. Although the act was incredibly nasty, it didn’t make any difference to her, it wasn’t her coffee. “Such a waste,” A small sigh escapes her lips, speaking as if she cared. “Maybe you should've drank it," she shrugged a shoulder noncommittally, not at all serious, but the look on her face remained unreadable. “Why don't you get your coffee and LEAVE, Orion.” It wasn't a question as she dodges the question that she has been given.

[yaelshafirs]

( riza sarai. )

Riza’s eyes lifted in disbelief as she looked from the woman that had served her to the person that had warned her, “What, on earth…” she muttered, leaning forward and getting the attention of the woman who had spat in her drink. “Firstly, what did I do to you? Secondly, after the months of hell this town has been through with diseases, why would you go and do that?”

        With the situation quickly unfolding as the dark-haired woman addressing the waitress, Yael goes back to what she had been doing before: quietly staring at ( since now that commotion has made Yael unable to concentrate ) reading her book. She couldn’t of any reason why the waitress would spit in the mug. But, people did all kinds of debatable things, --- some far worse than this. She tries not to dwell on it too much. "She probably wants to be fired," She says to the woman, but her gaze drifts to the waitress. "I wouldn't give her the satisfaction."

[yaelshafirs]

         The fallen angel sat tall, back perfectly straight, eyes gazing forward. The only thing distrupting her stoic and immaculate, statue-like posture was the slight shaking of her knee. "She spit in it,” Yael warns suddenly, leaning shortly towards the person to her left, gaze drifting from the cup that had been left on the counter to the other, expectantly. “—- I watched her.” she adds, pressing her lips together and hides a deep frown by placing her hand over the gesture of disgust.

[lady-arryn]

[yaelshafirs]

bold any which apply to your muse. italicize what they like.

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[yaelshafirs]

( griffin callahan. )

It might seem as if the boy has been caught by the person in the alley, evident by the brave words directed towards him. There’s almost no telling right away if this figure is benevolent or malevolent in nature, so Griffin must thread lightly. Thankfully he does have a trick or two up his sleeves, but it’s just a matter of coming up with a plan to evade the person without risking exposure. He could shimmer around the person in hopes of slipping past them undetected in hopes of continue about his business, or push his powers to their extent and shimmer back to the liquor store a block back and find an alternative route to his destination. Either way the choices that he has will require him to do something he never intended to do, but he needs to remain incognito at all costs. Any unsolicited shadows could threaten his plan of raiding the country club of any potential supplies for various reasons. While it feels like an eternity has passed, in reality it’s only been a few short seconds since the person addressed him. Griffin has no intentions of revealing himself even though his location has been compromised somehow, instead he decides to gamble with his life and blindly choose one of his half-assed plans. Clarity comes to him as he focuses his mind towards his objection of escaping the unknown in the alley, but with that comes the doubts that flood his mind nonetheless. Where exactly would he shimmer to in the alley? The limited lighting of the alley does not provide any help in his wanting to flee since he is rather clueless to the layout of the alley. In his mind’s eye he tries to retrace his steps prior to his hiding by the dumpster to see if he can recall some kind of surface that bounced back at him. There was a metal of some sort attached to one of the buildings here that refracted the light. The only plausible thing he can come up with is that it was a fire escape. Maybe from the height of the fire escape he could clearly map out the alley properly in order to plan a more thorough escape route. He can already feel his body starting to phase out of place as his mind directs him to what could possibly be a figment of his colorful imagination, but it’s too late to reconsider any alternatives. The absolute worst that could happen is that he is grounded to his location and unable to shimmer away since the intended destination is fictitious, which would force him to make a more reckless getaway. Either way it is too late to back down from his original plan, so with fingers crossed he hopes that he can at least move away from his already exposed position.

        The sigh the came from her was a signal to the person in hiding. Her paitence wasn’t necessarily thinning, it was more of becoming bored with having to simply stand there and wait for the person to make their way out of the shadows. “I’m not here for trouble.” She tells them, shifting her weight to one side, popping out a knee while her spin straightened. “And if you are, I would highly advise against it.” As much as Yael loved a good fight, the fallen had already spent hours training her students, she was done for today. Though, if the person tried anything, she wouldn't hesitated to bring them down. When no one showed themselves, Yael continued forward. Her boots that hit against the pavement echoed and bounced off of the stone wall. "If you attack me, I swear on everything that is holy that you will not like the result." Yael speaks with a clear and concise voice once she moved further into the alley, becoming closer to the dumpster.

[yaelshafirs]

I've heard that you're an angel in the streets, so does that mean you're a demon in the sheets, I'd like to find out ;* XOXO your secret admirer

        “Use your imagination since you won’t be finding out anytime soon."

[yaelshafirs]

( griffin callahan. )

Ever since the sky itself has seemingly darken with no real reason Griffin has been on edge, and it did not help that his thoughts seem to fuel this state of paranoia. On today’s episode, we find him sneaking about the streets of Braddock to evade the hunters swarming the streets. Thus far he’s been lucky he has not ran into anyone, but luck has a way of swaying sides when you least expect it. He could have sworn that he had another hour before they would start their nightly rounds, but he is foolish for assuming such a thing. With the country club still miles away it seems like an impossible task to take on with the public roads being watched but he fears using his powers might take up more energy than it would prove to be useful. Griffin clings to the shadows of the alleyway as he navigates himself towards his destination, but it seems as if he has an unwanted visitor of sorts up ahead. Instead of going guns blazing towards the unknown, he quickly hides behind a dumpster to assess the danger he might be in.

        The alleyway is darkness and the sour relics of a hundred take away meals. As Yael walks between the walls that are too high for her to bother seeking the almost black sky, she simply struts around the garbage with each graceful stride. As she leaves the street, the lampposts cast her shadow like black over deepest charcoal; by midway, it has bled out. From the apartments come noises, not so much as in the daytime but all the louder for the absence of light and the quieter traffic. Soon she notices the yellow beams of the lampposts ahead, without a conscious thought the grip on her bag loosens a little, as does her stride. There’s another in her presence. In the shadows, a person has knelt down, hiding within the shadows, but her keen eyes see more. “Are you going to show yourself? I would appreciate it if you hurried. I don’t want my jacket smelling like this alley.” Yael speaks with an even voice, seemingly unbothered.

[modernangelsuggestion]

They have all of Father’s wrath and none of His mercy. That’s what I saw before Falling.

[yaelshafirs]

( rosie reyes. )

She was at least a little relieved that the stranger was okay. Rosie was used to being thrown into hectic and chaotic situations in her day to day life. Between the things she had seen as a nurse and dealing with the plague, she would have thought she was ready for anything. Unfortunately, gaping void in the sky was not something that she had thought to add to the list. “I do- I live in Alcott. With my brother. What about you? Do you have somewhere safe to go…?” She asked, regardless of their unfamiliarity with one another. Stranger or not, no one should be out while the world was going mad.

        “Good. Being inside will be your safest option as of now. - As always.” The angel wasn’t curious as to how this happened, but she was wondering how to end it. For now, she was going to have to sit in the dark and figure out what was happening. It was strong whatever it was and held great sway on the town. “My apartment is a few blocks away,” Yael says, looking at the woman. She lives further than a few blocks away, but she wasn't going to let the girl know that. Her eyes flicker to a few people who have come out of their homes to witness the sight above the mountain. She presses her lips together lightly. She wanted to yell at them that gazing at the problem will do no good. Instead, she sighs lightly, dark orbs glancing back at Rosie. "Stay safe." Yael moves to walk around her.

[yaelshafirs]

( rosie reyes. )

She pulled over, her head feeling like she had wailed it into a wall, or at least woken up with a hangover from nothing. While she was certain she hadn’t hit her head when she slammed on her breaks, she was starting to wonder if maybe she had and just didn’t realize it. However there were no welts or bumps to confirm her theory, nor any tender spots. Rosie climbed out of her truck, grabbing her bag and closing the door behind her.  Maybe it was her nerves, maybe it had something to do with the light, or maybe it had to do with her furry altar ego.

She practically jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice coming from behind her.  She turned around and saw the fallen stranger and tried to calm herself down a bit. It was just a person. Lord, Rosie, take a breath. “Yeah- I’m fine.” She brushed off her questions and followed them up with her own. “What about you? Are you alright?” And then, even though Rosie was quite sure that she would have no more of a clue than she did, “Do you know what that was?”

        Yael nods that comes with the confirmation of the other woman being alright. “I’m alright. Confused, but alright.” In all of her years on earth, she had never seen anything such as this to expose itself. “Not exactly, no.” She answers, looking over she shoulder to where she had come from. “What had happened tonight... It was powerful.” The fallen angel states, brows pinching together with the slightest worry. "Do you live close by? With people that you know?" Yael now asks, looking back at the brunette. At for now, it would be best to be inside. The streets of Braddock were hectic once the plauge broke out. Now with, -- whatever this was, people would truly believe it's the end of world. As it very well might be.

[yaelshafirs]

( rosie reyes. )

Day into night shifts always felt longer than they actually were. Rosie would catch glimpses of time passing: the sun setting, the sky growing dark, but the time seemed so spaced out and elongated in comparison to reality. Now, all she wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed, and sleep for a millennium. At least the roads were empty... She was almost at the less than luxury Alcott’s Luxury Apartment complex when the sky exploded with blinding white light.

Rosie slammed on her breaks, jerking forward before her seat belt slammed her back into her chair. What the hell?? She squinted, trying desperately to see. Almost as quickly as the light had came it faded, plunging Braddock into darkness. She could barely see a thing- she couldn’t tell if that was from the quick change in light, or if it really did seem darker than it had been before. But it wasn’t just the darkness. Something didn’t feel right- her head felt lighter and the air felt strange. After a moment to regain focus, she sped the rest of the way back to the apartment. Maybe someone there would know.

        Stepping out of her apartment, the fallen decided to go out for a simple walker. Although, ‘simple’ wouldn’t be the correct word to use. People were still sick or seeking refuge from being hunted. But, Yael didn’t have to worry about any of that. She may have fallen to earth with harsh crashes of lightning and hit the ground so hard that every bit about herself should have splintered and separated long ago, Yael may have fallen, but she rose on earth stronger than ever. And she knew it. 

        Walking without any sense of direction, she pulled her long, black jacket closer to her body and pulling to straps tightly, folding them into a bow. And then as she rounded the corner, there was a light that even made her squinted and protect her eyes, shielding them away from the harshness. Slowly, she gazed upon the sight. This wasn't alright. This wasn't safe. And yael didn't need the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach to realize this. Quickly, she turned back around. She's known this feeling before. Before -- It had to do with war. Nearing her apartment, a car sped past her and parked near. She watches and waits as a brunette gets out of the car and approch her. "Are you alright? Did you see that?" Her voice is clam and even. Yael has lived on this earth long enough to sense a supernatural species and although she couldn't pinpoint what Rosie was, she didn't care, because she would have surly felt something, too. 

[seatouch]

i fell so hard into this earth with bruised wings but i wear my scars proudly; i am a warrior in combat. i will continue to bare arms and devour all who dares to break me. i will not stand down, so i will fly to the sky and my wrath will rain upon this city. be afraid, i am stronger than before and i’m coming for blood. i don’t need gladiators, i will win all on my own.

don’t underestimate an angel that’s broken / a.a.m.l

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I have fallen, and I am glad of it.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via violentwavesofemotion)

[dailydccast]