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send "good boy / girl" for a reaction // accepting // @angelicbeams sent . . . Good boy (Uriel @ Guy cause he deserves this)

He doesn't feel like a good boy. Not anymore. Lately, it feels as though something rotten has taken root inside his mind. Something wicked festering in the dark, spoiling every pure thought he once possessed and twisting it into something ugly ... something shameful. He fears the goodness which once lived within him is slowly being eaten away. And worse — he doesn't understand why.

Yet, contradictory, there are times he suspects the word bad doesn't fit either. If someone asked Guy to describe what he was now, he wouldn't be able to answer. He barely recognizes himself anymore. Sometimes, he catches his reflection in the mirror and lingers there far too long, staring into unfamiliar eyes looking back at him. Same face ... same red hair, same body. But the man wearing them feels like a stranger.

Who are you ? Guy wouldn't know what to say.

So, he'll trust other people to decide for him. And he'll certainly have faith in her decision. Because to him, she's a superior. Someone whose judgment Guy respects far more than his own. If anyone understands what he truly is, surely it would be her.

And her reassurance crashes over him in powerful waves. Relief hits so violently that, for one dizzying moment, his knees threaten to collapse beneath him. His breath shudders, fingers curling into his palms, but he forces himself to breathe.

Guy doesn't want to show just how desperately he needed those words.

‎ ❝ Thank you. I try to be. ❞ God knows how hard he tries.

Comfort isn't something that Uriel is used to. Those words she uttered out didn't fit right in her mouth or carrying off of her words. In fact, she felt like she is making things worse by saying that out loud. The way Guy appears right now.....

She seen it in other angels. How defeated they are, how they couldn't figure out what to do next or imagine themselves in a positive light. And the best she could do is grab them by the chest plate and spoke in firm words, telling them that they can't be defeated by such things. Or sometimes all she could do is sit there by their side and offer a quiet company, unable to say the words to snap them back to reality and not give up. She couldn't even say give up hope because hope means differently to everyone and everyone didn't believe in hope.

All Uriel could do is awkwardly stand there, even if her facial expression didn't betray how awkward she felt.

Had to draw the damn divorced Archangels thing.

If you are wondering what that fancy table is, it's Abaddong's armor chest. Or was Abbadong's armor chest :)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜