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I’m Not Yours Angus & Julia Stone 
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Her countenance shifts slightly, the vehemence in the tone of the other's voice striking a slight chord.
"That's a pleasant sentiment." She neither affirms or denies she believes her. Pretty poetry and promises were pale without action, and there was a slight willingness in her to see such words followed through.
She turns her eyes to look as the blonde angel does, the peace she had been feeling not so interrupted by this unexpected presence.
"Then stay." Her eyes flicker to the side to look at her.
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I've missed you.
Missed, as in they had somehow met and had contact before. This eraI was different, she was different.
"Yours is not a face I entirely remember. What is your name?"
Apadiel feels impossibly small beside Lucifer, as if the archangel’s Grace fills the room around them,a familiar sensation that gives Apadiel a feeling close to peace, reminding her of a time when she had purpose, a mission.
She feels her own Grace straining inside her. She wants to shine, to show Lucifer just who she is, but the longer she stays a stranger, the longer she can put off having to explain herself.
"I would never threaten you."
It comes out with more heat than Apadiel had intended, but the idea upsets her. She can’t imagine herself at odds with this beauty beside her.
She tears her eyes away again, looking back towards the burning horizon, sharing a quiet moment with the archangel.
"It’s also within your power to send me away," she replies. "If you asked me to, I would leave you. But I would like to stay."
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It’s a whisper, barely audible in the stillness that surrounds her.
"I’ve missed you."
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The 10th Gif in Your Folder will Describe How Your Muse Truly feels about Their Mun..
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All Is Hell That Ends Well - Two Steps From Hell
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"Don't I know it." She smiles back, if only for a moment. "Academic essays? That's impressive. I like reading history, myself." She steps back over to the trash can. "Did you know you can use potato chips to light fires? My brother said something like one chip burns i think three minutes? Waste of chips if you ask me. Unless you were going to die without the heat."
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"Some people write, others bake, I watch movies.  Killing time involves many different activities for different people."  He smiles then, his face a litle strained, but it worked.  It made the very air around him see less oppressive if only for a second.  No one was home.  No one was watching with hungry eyes for him to return.  No one was watching and waiting, with the curl of wrath in their hands and the taste of excuses on their tongue.  he’s not even the biggest fan of the god damn Porsche.  "As practical as anything else you do to survive."  He shrugs.  "I read sometimes.  I do my homework.  I make a habit of reading academic essays online on things I find interesting.  Usual boy stuff," he adds with a wink.
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L shakes her head as he speaks. "Please. Paying attention has nothing to do with comprehension, and you understand Shakespeare better than anyone I've ever met. Don't get me started on the grammar rules you point out. Memory isn't even comparable." She raises her eyebrows in challenge. "Genius." She turns her head back forward, having made her point.
"He's right. The opinions that matter are yours, and the ones you place value in. You give them power when you have a visible reaction." She pauses. "Don't give them that. They don't deserve it. And you definitely don't owe them a single piece of yourself. Not unless you want to share it." 
She almost laughs when she sees a few people flinch on her periphery from Alastair's glare. "Well said." She says that only to him, surveying the room. 
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"No. I'd rather endure watching Spider Man 3 fifty times in a row than date anybody. Did you see Tobey Maguire in that movie? Awkward." She realizes she was diverging a little. "Alastair is my best friend. That's more than enough." A subject change was needed. "What subjects do you like?"
     ”I think I’ve got Advanced English,” Clara answered quietly, her tone subdued. “And maybe environmental science.” She nodded, offering them a weak smile in return for their offers of help. “Any notes would be great, yeah. I’m a little bit behind…” She glanced up at the throngs of people around her, and then ducked her head when she realized she was being looked at from a variety of different directions.
     ”Always fun being the new kid,” she muttered under her breath, shifting awkwardly in her seat as she looked up at her two guides. “We already know I’ve got one class with Alastair, at least.” She was fairly certain that after today, he wouldn’t let that be an issue or even a factor in their daily lives, but for now it kept the trio from falling into painful silences when it was her turn to speak.
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     ”So…” It was a long, awkward pause as she second-guessed her words. “Are you guys together? Is that your thing?” Dammit, Clara! Shut up!
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Edge of Creation by Bruce Omori
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Reblog if you roleplay an Angel or a Demon character from Biblical Canon
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when your muse spots another muse and immediately take a shine to them
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L is almost guilty about the way Clara seems to notice their treatment of her. Almost. She knows she would be unhappy in Clara's situation, but it wasn't as if she would be keen on being forced with others, even if they were pleasant.
"You're going to want to make sure you turn everything in on time with this class." She underlines the teacher's name before sliding the paper back to Clara. "They take away huge amounts of points even for just turning it in the same day after you've had their class. 'Preparing us for college'." She rolls her eyes, almost smiling at Clara.
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"Advanced music theory and environmental science. I'm fairly decent with science, so if you need help with that, I have a lot of notes from this year from the environmental science class alone. I'm not in calculus like the genius to my right, but I'm pretty good at history. My dad has a lot of books." 
     Clara dragged a hand over her face as they continued speaking - were they so intent on making her a criminal in their own minds? She had half a mind to snap at them again, but she was afraid that if she did she’d lose it altogether, along with any hope of making them see that she wasn’t the gossiping bitch they assumed her to be.
     ”I’m not going to-” She cut herself off with an exasperated sigh, paying more attention to the food she had in front of her than her companions for several long moments as she forced her frustration down. If high school was going to be like this all the time, she was going to home school herself.
     ”What? Oh, yeah, something like that,” she answered quietly, withdrawing from the conversation as much as she could as she deliberately placed bite after bite of the subpar cafeteria food into her mouth.
     Finally, she pushed her plate away, head down as she listened to the other two speak to each other. It was obvious that they were close and she wasn’t welcome into that, and she made a mental note to ask the principle never to do that to new students again.
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     ”So what’re your next classes?” She asked finally, just for something to say. And when was lunch over? She just wanted to get back to the awkwardness of being introduced in every single class she had to attend.
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