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}} obliivxon {{

        how he’d known what she was about to do         was beyond the young woman, but the stranger’s         words made tears begin to trickle down pale         cheeks, a hand t r e m b l i n g while it held a fist          full of pills she had planned on consuming.                            ‘ i– i’m s - s o r r y– ‘

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     she’s going to blind him with the intensity of her      emotions --a swirling mass of colors too difficult      to pull out one by one to identify. ‘briel feels the      need to gasp against it all, like a drowning man      reaching for his life preserve, only there is no life      preserve only the overwhelming tide of regret, fear,      desperation, angry, fear, regret, regret, regret. his      hand doesn’t lower, mouth working for a moment or      two to form coherent words.

          "∂ση'т...∂σ...ωнαт ∂σ уσυ ηєє∂?" 

     his mind fills in the blanks --what do you need to stay?

#obliivxon #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| woW INTENSE ||

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open to all.

▄█ ▌’вяıeł ▌█▄

          "ρℓєαѕє, ρℓєαѕє נυѕт ѕтσρ."

#spn rp #openspnrp #indie rp #|| idk what this is so || #angel rp

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}} qxill {{

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                    “ this discussion is making                       me  physically exhausted. “

▄█ ▌’вяıeł ▌█▄

     yes, he can see it --doesn’t even need his      empathy abilities to see the annoyance      painted across the other. one more time.

          "ѕσяяу. נυѕт, ωσυℓ∂η'т ∂σ тнαт."

#qxill #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| thanks for this!! ||

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}} ofthetotem {{

       She wants to ask him to just leave her there, surely        the gash would heal on its own accord ( with the help        of the GENE ). But it’s with the pulse of a severe ache,        shooting all the way up the length of her thigh, and a        whimper she hopes he hadn’t heard, she begins to        nod furiously. Pain wasn’t her cup o’ tea.              ❛ Okay, okay, please. ❜ Eyes question him still, debating        if letting him aid her is a good idea. However, she was        smart enough to know limping alone in the woods with        an injury never is a good idea. ❛ Help me. ❜

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     relieved he doesn’t have to say much more, ‘briel      ducks his head and kneels beside her injured leg,      one hand reaching out to better see the wound,      the other going to pull an extra t-shirt from his bag.      it’s just a gash --deep, he’s willing to say-- but fairly      unlifethreatening, though, he’s still very reluctant to      try to heal anything when the results are always      mixed. 

     there is one other thing he can do, though. teeth      work into his bottom lip, fingers brushing against      the skin at her ankle, the other carefully staunching      the bleeding with the spare shirt. a careful breath in,      teeth sinking hard into the flesh of his bottom lip as      he gasps in her pain, drawing it slowly from her veins      and muscles.

#ofthetotem #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| hope it's okay he did that ||

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}} humaniiism {{

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        ‘ how do humans do it ?                        they forget that they are always dying.                                  a hundred years is … an instant. ’                                           ( if he were ever in the position to do so,                                               he MIGHT call it unfair. )                      

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     the fledging shifts uncomfortably at the comment,      onyx eyes flickering from the elder to his shoes to      the horizon where building grow like flowers. he      doesn’t feel qualified to answer the question, of      course, being under two centuries old himself, but      ignoring the angel could bode worse for him.

          "кησωη ησтнιηg ∂郃єяєηт вυт ∂уιηg. ιт'ѕ            ιмρяσνє∂ ƒяσм α ωнιℓє αgσ ωнєη тнєу ∂ι∂η'т            єνєη ℓινє нαℓƒ тнαт."

#humaniiism #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| congrats i think that might be the most briel has ever said at once #also thanks for the starter friend ||

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}} ciniis {{

His condition was no secret to the archangel. Maybe because of her inhuman senses or maybe because she’s that familiar with pain. Slender fingers reached to him but quickly moved back. Her eyes wandered to the angel’s appearance, checking his physical wounds. “Care to tell me what happened?” she asked. It wasn’t a question though, it was more of an order. Angels, older or not, are given attention when wounded.

“Briel. Where did you get those injuries?” She repeated the question, taking few steps closer to the angel.

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          "ησтнιηg."

     he wants her to go away --he always wants the      archangels, any angel, to stay away from him.      they just remind him of what he isn’t with their      perfect wings and flawless auras, and for god’s      sake he’s on earth right now to learn from man.      fingers come dangerously close to his skin,      clammy with sweat, and he’s glad she decides      to take the motion back. her concern --pity?--      has already joined the chaos of color that dances      around his vision and it’s bright enough without      skin to skin contact.

     he frowns up at her, arms curling a little tighter into      his abdomen to the protest of the iv connected to his      arm. the words down come properly from his mouth,      mostly because he’s feeling the pain from the hun-      dreds of other patients, and partly because the reason      he’s here of all places is an idiotic one. after all, what      angel heals someone only to get injured themselves?

          "ησ. ησтнιηg. вє ƒιηє ιη α ƒєω нσυяѕ."

#ciniis #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh

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}} ofthetotem {{

        Her nose refrains from flaring, wanting to gather         some information on this guy by his scent who         wants to help a random bystander with a bloody         calve.         From a hunter’s trap.       ❛ I can trust you? ❜ 

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     there’s something just a little bit off about the woman       though he doesn’t really know what --it’s hard to      see with all the red in his vision, his own leg burn-      ing as if her wound is his wound as well. teeth worry      into his lower lip and shoulders rise in a shrug, ebony      eyes wide --innocent.

          "уєѕ, уєѕ. вυт уσυя cαℓℓ. вυт нυяяу."

#ofthetotem #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| no problem! ||

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}} ciniis {{

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There were too many wailing in the place, too many cries for help and comfort. She had just watched a thirty three year old woman die because of an accident. Eventhough she had been doing this for many centuries, it still breaks her heart when she sees the human reaction of losing someone. But that’s the balance of life, one soul dies and another lives. The soul was already on it’s way to Heaven. Her heels sounded on the tiled floor of the hospital as she headed to the lobby. Nobody ever suspects a well dressed woman. Nobody. Brushing her hand, she looked up to see a familiar face.

“Never thought I’d see anyone familiar here.” she smiled at him.

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     he doesn’t know why he’s here, drowning in stabbing      needles and drugs that simultaneously make his limbs      lethargic and vision so red like the slow drip, drip, drip       of blood from little plastic bags. one would think he’d turn      away -run, fly as far as he could from this hub of pain only      hell could rival, only this one was half hidden under too      sterile smells.

     it was paradoxical like this. the more he ran from it, the      more it tugged him closer, luring him in with the prospect      of wiping pain away of all those housed there --erasing the      pain that inexplicably tortured him as well.

     he can barely see the other as she speaks, ebony eyes      tinged with red rising blankly from his shoes, arms still      curled tightly into his stomach.

          "∂ση'т ωαηт тσ вє."

#ciniis #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| thaNK!||

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          }} flightless {{

                                 the way he looks is the cutest                                  fucking movie ever okay.

#|| im selling my soul to this movie #for real || #}} flightless {{

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}} i-am-made-of-stars {{

It took Emily a while to realize what the man was asking. She was a little shocked that he was asking to sit next to her. He was soaked. He didn’t need to ask to sit. “Yes, of course,” she  said, gesturing for him to sit next to her. She stared at him  curiously, quite unaware that in this instance, staring was rude.

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     he barely gives her another look after hearing her      confirmation, making straight for the seat and plop-      ping down with a faint squelch of a noise. he’s not      tired persay --angels don’t get tired or exhausted or      drained-- but there’s something off, something not      quite in place that’s making him sick. maybe it was      all the demons in this town --all red and angry and      vengeful and painting his vision all shades of claret      like freshly spilled blood.

     she’s staring. he realizes that a few heartbeats later,      hues fixed too intensely on him --so hotly that he does      in fact glance behind him to make sure his wings      haven’t suddenly become visible. lithe body shifts      under the gaze, words spilling uncertainly from his      mouth.

          "υн...тнαηкѕ?"

#i-am-made-of-stars #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| idk's so hard rn ||

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i-am-made-of-stars found the angel.

▄█ ▌’вяıeł ▌█▄

          "мιη∂?"

     the hand gestures towards the vacant seat across      from the red head, dark hair dripping rainwater down      prominent cheekbones and onto already soaked jacket. 

#i-am-made-of-stars #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh #|| ehhhhhHH #this is bad ||

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Do you think that you’re a good person? (x)

▄█ ▌’вяıeł ▌█▄

          "ησт α ѕιмρℓє αηѕωєя."

     it really isn’t something that a definite answer can be given      to. angels are supposed to be good right? but what of the fallen      and those who have lost their way? what of those who have      strayed from the path and can’t get back? good is so relevant,      so dependent of the things around it, and so many different colors.      red. blue. yellow. green. white. good is hardly simple.

          "ησ."

     the angel frowns and stares at the ground between scuffed shoes.

          "єνєяуσηє נυѕт мєяєℓу єχιѕтѕ ιη ѕнα∂єѕ σƒ cσℓσя."

#}} headcanon {{ #|| doing it this way because SOMEONE sent in ten at once #--side eyes #doctorkingsman #-- ||

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Difficult Questions for Muses

plasticdynasty:

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

#}} words from above {{ #|| oooooOOOO #yeS #character development ||

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          }} flightless {{

                                   startER CALL

#}} flightless {{ #|| my drafts just aren't callin' me so #like like like like like awayyyyy ||

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}} aprilhawkshaw {{ 

“No. You really can’t.”

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     he just stands a bit to the side at that, hands      moving to their secure place in his pockets.

          "∂ση'т кησω тнαт."

#aprilhawkshaw #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh

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}} goldenwingedtrickster {{

Gabriel took a shuddering breath, the air escaping through the pierced hole in his lungs. “I - I don’t think you can…” he gasped, voice coming out croaky and rough.

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"wнy..."

     these kind of situations just don’t exist, and honestly ‘briel      thinks it might be easier to run away once he comes close      enough to see through the haze of red pain to the familiar      glow of the archangel he spends most of his live avoiding.

                           ( and his namesake is right of course, he can’t                              do anything. or rather he doesn’t trust himself                              to try to do anything. not when he’s always so                              fearful of killing beings while he’s trying to heal                               them )

"...ɴoт нeαlιɴɢ?"

#goldenwingedtrickster #v}} you are of the earth locked in flesh

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#}} as you see me {{ #older tag