oh, death . . .

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐂, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 to a bustling crowd of museum goers. something about them seems out of place - transcendent. perhaps that's why no passers by had bothered them. back straight, hands clasped behind, dark gaze TRANSFIXED upon the display before him : thousands of glittering coleoptera mounted and labelled neatly, like surveying his soldiers' heads on pikes. lips pursed at the first sound of approach.

' i prefer jasmine. ' hand clasps about the cup nonetheless, and it's brought to their lips. ' i certainly hope this isn't heaven's peace offering. surely they can do better. ' his voice is a low drone that resonates, rattling about in the skull like a hive. a couple who strayed too close in the hallway winced and cradled their temples. ' they're wise to have sent you, AZRAEL. another may have gotten on my last nerve. '

 ❛    the  end  of  days  is  nearly  upon  us. ❜  if  one  were  to  hear  them  while  walking  by,  the  words  were  said  with  the  same  tone  and  infliction  of  casual  talk  about  the  weather  or  plans  for  an  evening  stroll  at  the  park,  though  no  human  would  see  the  dark  angel  if  their  eyes  had  drifted  towards  the  display. ❛  i  suppose  i  find  myself.... curious  as  to  what  you  are  going  to  do  now. ❜  that's  not  it,  not  nearly,  but  it  seems  to  be  as  good  an  opener  as  any.

𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  laughs,  it  has  a  humour  that  she  isn't  used  to.  the  statement  had  honestly  startled  it  out  of  them.  𝖆𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑  had  chosen  this,  or  at  least  --  they  were  almost  positive  they  had.  it  was  always  possible  that  𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  had  unintentionally  pushed  it  onto  them,  "ARE  YOU  SURE  THAT  THIS  IS  WHAT  WILL  MAKE  YOU  HAPPY??"  he  asks,  voice  calm  because  𝖆𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑  could  decide  right  now  that  they  didn't  want  this  and  𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  would  pick  the  scythe  back  up,  would  walk  away  from  everything  he  has  been  planning  for  retirement. "I  DON’T  WANT  YOU  TO  DO  THIS,  IF  YOU  ARE  WORRIED  THAT  DECIDING  NOW  WOULD  UPSET  ME."  𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  hasn't  always  been  this  way  --  soft,  perhaps,  would  be  the  best  way  to  describe  it.  but  they  had  formed  a  link  to  the  angel  most  unlike  all  others  that  𝖌𝖔𝖉  had  created.  𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  often  wondered  if  @deathangeled  was  𝖌𝖔𝖉'𝖘  answer  to  them.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .