we are always changing.

「 📱」 — ❝ I want you to wear nothing but my shirt / hoodie while I fuck you ❞

an impossible breeze ripples through tall, silvery grass. shapes circle far, far overhead, looking for prey, but not daring to approach @incogniiita. nothing dares to approach down here. nothing smart, anyway.

{ ✴ }   ︎——   THE AIR IS THICKER HERE, LIKE WADING THROUGH WATER.  an unseen pressure wraps across his body like a vibration, watching as the shining silver grass ripples and gleams with the wind. he came here with two others -- ones he had strayed away from to gain more ground. to observe, to scout. this strange dimension that had existed possibly since their beginning of time was expanding. rapidly enough to grab the attention of angels (more formerly known as celestials). they want to know why. blonde hair flows freely with the wind -- a flash of white and gold echoing across his gaze as he takes in the scenery and the flying creatures above. it's then a presence curves nausea at his rib cage in warning. it is something he had felt before -- fleeting but prominent. death. that cold but distinctly aromatic waft that reminds people what is to greet them at the end of every cycle. he had seen the reports on deathtouched, but nothing could prepare him for being in the presence of one. blinding blues whip to the wall of tall grass, wings suddenly appearing and thrusting outwards in caution. the image of the creature shifts from sharp to welcoming. trying to gauge if this was a friend or foe. as the skeletal form disappears back into the foliage and a familiar human visage appears -- his shoulders slack with light relief -- gyrfalcon-esque wings disappearing from vision once more.

hazel eyes glint in the darkness as they travel over the curve of cecil's wings, and then back to his face. zander has never had the pleasure of seeing a celestial before this. he glances upwards, towards the still circling Songbirds, and then takes a careful step forward. his tail continues its flicking, but it's held lower now, as if to avoid looking like a threat.

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{ ✴ }   ︎——   WIND CHIMES PLAY OVERLAPPING MELODIES ACROSS THE AIR.  heat dances from the rims of mugs filled with the sweet aroma of chamomile mixed with lavender syrup. taking a light sip of his drink, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as @death-upright finds his way back to the table.

there's pressure against cecil's leg, a fluffy black shape demanding attention from the man he's decided is his new best friend. zander chuckles softly at the sight, sitting across from his guest with a warm smile.

「 📱」 — ❝ I want you to wear nothing but my shirt / hoodie while I fuck you ❞

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

he's much less familiar with jude than he is with aisling, but the fact that the man bothers to put on a smile for him anyway makes zander feel somewhat welcome in this place. he's grateful for it, knowing his own tendency to feel out of place everywhere except out in nature. honestly, he's surprised jude even knows his name.

❝ GUINEA PIGS ARE CRIMINALLY UNDER-RATED, I RECKON. ❞ he confides, selecting a pair of stainless steel tongs to deliver a swirl of spaghetti into a heated plate. small talk never came easily to him before. but he figures his current persona would be quite the conversationalist. ❝ 'specially ones getting fresh shrimp, right? ❞

"oh, fuck yeah," he mutters at the mention of shrimp. he grins at jude when he slides over the plate, immediately taken with the food he's been presented with, and says,"thanks."

it's one of many qualms he has about this assignment. don't make the assumption that this is any sort of concern, much less one borne of his biological role as her uncle. not even close. the real reason is much more practical in nature; each new face that appears in the diner is another name and life to become intimately knowledgeable of. zodiac signs, allergies, the name of their dentist when they were sixteen... it's a relentless cycle of research and surveillance that stands against everything jude can name as his reason for being in this line of work.

he's much less familiar with jude than he is with aisling, but the fact that the man bothers to put on a smile for him anyway makes zander feel somewhat welcome in this place. he's grateful for it, knowing his own tendency to feel out of place everywhere except out in nature. honestly, he's surprised jude even knows his name.