those angel hands.

                  𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍   𝖆   𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞,   𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍   𝖆   𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓   𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙   𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊   𝖔𝖋   𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊   𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞   𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖎𝖓   𝖆   𝖘𝖔   𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉   𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 ?  where  the  souls  would  follow  each  and  every  single  step  taken  from  her                   even  if  those  steps  where  light  and  even  careful.  almost  as  if  the  woman  carefully  wonder  towards  the  land  of  the  dead.  violet  eyes  amazed  by  all  the  glorious  riches  that  danced  on  his  floor.  hands  joined  when  the  beast  (  as  many  would  call  it  )  comes  to  sight,  cerberus  such  a  beauty  to  be  seen,  a  three  head  hound  that  truly  just  like  any  other  beast  with  a  beating  heart  only  wished  to  be  touched  by  love  itself                     like  any  other  the  beast  only  wished  to  be  loved  by  those  he  loved.  not  enough  hands  were  given  to  the  goddess  for  her  to  care  for  every  single  of  its  heads  and  yet  a  soft  smile  now  danced  on  her  lips  followed  by  a  gentle  chuckle  when  one  of  cerberus  heads  touched  her  own.  oh  but  that  sound  was  different  from  the  murmurs  of  the  dead,  there  was  light  and  beauty  in  it                    a  single  finger  is  pressed  before  cherry  red  lips  to  plead  for  the  loyal  hound  to  keep  her  presence  a  secret  from  his  owner.  light  naked  feet  carry  her  yet  again  to  the  throne  room  where  she  did  believe  the  god  might  be  resting  his  eternal  heaviness.  violet  eyes  light  with  the  sight  of  the  king  himself  while  those  nake  feet  let  her  stand  before  him.              ❝   darling  hades  i  have  come  all  this  way  only  to  find  you  sitting  among  your  dead ?  may  i  ask  if  it  would  be  so  bad  for  us  to  share  a  walk  in  the  sun ?   ❞

                    𝖎𝖙   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞   𝖙𝖔   𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒   𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊   𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖊𝖉   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘   𝖔𝖋   𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖘   𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 .  truly  it  had  never  been  easy  and  even  less  for  jay  that  always  felt  uncomfortable  when  he  had  to  be  the  one  giving  such  news.  when  he  is  the  one  that  had  to  offer  a  shoulder.  he  had  seen  dead  before  his  eyes  many  times  and  he  had  even  been  the  one  to  shoot  the  gun  more  than  once                  pointed  to  kill  and  never  to  save.  hand  feel  heavy  when  it  fall  over  the  handle  of  the  door                    voight  had  asked  of  jay  to  find  this  woman  and  make  sure  she  was  okay  with  what  had  happen                     what  had  happen  exactly  was  still  unknown  to  jay                      and  perhaps  the  reason  for  him  to  be  send  here  for  after  all  he  might  find  something  in  her  words  that  the  others  had  not.  heavy  is  the  hand  the  pushes  the  door  open  while  those  steps  as  heavy  as  the  hand  carry  the  detective  inside  the  room.             ❛❛   hello.  i’m  detective halstead.  you  want  me  to  get  you  something ?   ❜❜

                    𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖔𝖉   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖊𝖆   𝖍𝖆𝖉   𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊   𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉   𝖋𝖔𝖗   𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑   𝖆𝖘   𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍   𝖆𝖘   𝖍𝖊   𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉   𝖋𝖔𝖗   𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖜𝖆𝖞   𝖍𝖊   𝖉𝖎𝖉.  and  sure  the  god  had  given  his  best  to  ran  from  such  feelings,  not  because  he  didn’t  wanted  them  but  because  he  feared  them  and  what  they  could  make  him  do,  what  they  could  make  him.  eyes  raise  for  a  moment  to  find  giovanni  while  the  god  steps  leads  him  down  from  his  ship.  yet  another  travel  and  yet  once  again  he  had  found  his  way  back  to  giovanni  and  there  was  no  way  to  stop  the  smile  that  covered  his  lips  now.  hands  hold  together  while  the  god  stood  before  the  other  now.            ❝   hello  love.   ❞              showing  giovanni  his  hands  closed  together.             ❝   i  brought  you  something.   ❞

 HIS   TOUCH   IS   A   CRAVING   NOW   ;  fingertips   that   graze   Giovanni’s   jaw   on   occasion   ,   hands   that   he   holds   in   his   own.   How   dangerous   a   sentiment   it   was   -   falling   for   a   man   who   not   only   may   be   gone   the   next   day  ;   BUT   A   MAN   IN   GENERAL.  Giovanni   has   always   known   his   life   would   be   a   dangerous   one   to   lead   when   it   came   to   love   and   yet   somehow   that   had   made   him   foolish   in   more   ways   than   one.   BROWN   EYES   MEET   THE   OTHERS   -   standing   upon   the   mans   ship.   Giovanni   always   feels   a   sense   of   calm   here   &   he   can   never   tell   if   it’s   the   ship   itself   or   the   company   of   Poseidon.

                               “Are   you   enjoying   the   city?”

GIOVANNI   HAD   MANAGED   TO   SNEAK   AWAY   ;   he’d   fabricated   a   story   about   running   an   errand   for   his   Uncle   Lorenzo   who   had   agreed   to   let   Giovanni   use   him   as   an   excuse.   Despite   the   politeness   of   Giovanni’s   question   however   ,   what   he   was   really   asking   ,   was   if   the   god   planned   to   leave.   THE   LONGER   HE   STAYS   ;   THE   HARDER   THE   BANKER   FALLS.  He   knows   it’s   only   going   to   hurt   when   Poseidon   disappears.

                     𝖎𝖙   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖔𝖉   𝖙𝖔   𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘   𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉,  whenever  he  had  found  a  need  to  say  something  he  would  say  so,  yet  when  it  came  to  feelings,  things  were  slight  different  and  even  more  when  the  person  behind  those  feelings  was  giovanni,  such  a  human  with  a  pure  heart.  one  poseidon  knew  that  would  break  if  this  ever  became  a  long  term  relationship  and  yet  the  god  was  finding  it  harder  and  harder  every  day  to  find  an  excuse  to  leave                   he  could  have  done  so  already  but  he  found  himself  staying  because  deep  down  his  heart  did  begged  to  see  giovanni.  

𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖗, it wasn’t even a matter of trying to protect her from evil words or heartbreak, or a matter of being overly protective - which he at times was with her - but the simple fact that she would not understand what he meant to begin with. mankind was still a mystery to himself and he watched them ever since their creation, but eva ——— she was so clueless about their style of life, while it was amusing for him at times to watch, she might break more thing than he could repair. a gentle sigh escaped his lips, slow steps carrying him closer before he stood in front of her, leaning himself back against the table and while the dark lord looked down upon his hound, some might claim his usual harsh eyes, suddenly softened.   « We did talk about this already, didn’t we Eva?  »  

           𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. the second he swung open the door to the basement, the loud noisy sounds vanished and only a baffled Lucifer in between the door frame was left behind while feathers flew through the air, the smell of shed blood lingered in the room and dozens of dead birds were lying everywhere. well that was something new, wasn’t it? and as if he was already expecting it, Evangeline was standing in the middle of it, covered in feathers and blood while her eyes were gleaming in joy but also flickering darkness lied within.   « Did you have fun at least?   »   His voice was dry, but not judging and as he stepped closer to her, he merely shook his head, sighing out a little bit of frustration as he reached out, stroking away some of the feathers which stuck in her hair.   « What shall I just do with you.   »   A remark mostly directed at himself as he blew a feather off of his shoulder.

                 some   people   survive     chaos   and   that   is   how   they   grow.    and   some   people   thrive     in     chaos,   because   chaos   it's   all   they   know.