ANGEL // DEMON

@helltorn

at first he’s sure it’s his mind playing a cruel joke on him; telling him things he knew he didn’t want to hear — but as he focuses in on the matter at hand, the mere expression upon her face confirms his greatest fear. knowing this day would come sooner or later, he TRIES to play it off as nothing. though try as he might, there’s something about the way SHE looks at him when she says it, & knowing all they’d been through — the protection of one another, the late nights staying up watching who knows what on tv; the conversations & laughter about sweet nothings. the sex. 

a part of him screamed that it was his fault; that he should’ve seen it coming taking into considering his being. a nephilim. an abomination to those both in heaven & hell. if there was even a bit of who she was in heaven left within her, a part that remained loyal to god & his orders, he knew it was that who spoke these words for her. & still they hurt the same.

BITTERNESS overwhelmed his being; gentle features soon turning to ones of betrayal. he could understand her, however; where she was coming from & why she believed she could not. he wouldn’t stop her from making her decision. reaching for her valuables, he breathes a sigh; shaking hishead as he extends a hand out towards her; eyes cold. empty.

      Nimble fingertips gently skate across the surface of his jacket left behind for a moment. Running the length of the clothing, crystal hues revert downward as the piece of clothing falls perfectly against folded legs. She could hear the rowdy sounds of the fair dying with the light of the sun. Occasionally, head would lift to look toward the closed door when feet pattered by. She had no worry that he would return, this was his home and nearing the end of the day that a wary head must rest. If next day light were to reach, that would be when she would go out to search for him.        Still seated upon the edge of his bed, she hears approaching footsteps outside the door and a click of the handle. Rising from her seat, warm and subtle smile caresses as a greeting across delicate features but slowly fades. Light reveals the shadows of his face and she makes quick haste over toward him. Reaching passed him, Abbriel shuts the door as to not cause him excess movement that could potentially bring harm to him. Returning to her stance in front of him, concern marks her like an etch a sketch as fingertips reach to place a comforting and beckoning touch. 

                                    ❛ What’s happened? Are you okay? Come here. ❜

@kveiikja·!

it’s late, & he knows the area surrounding his trailer would be EMPTY by now; most people didn’t stick around the fair for long once night had cloaked the sky. call it wishful thinking, but the closer he comes to reaching home, the more he begins to hope she’s asleep already. with most his cuts and bruises concealed by clothing, save for the few fair ones that struck his face, he figures healing up would prove easy once given the chance to relax.

opening the door in an attempt of silence, he steps inside; crystal hues coming to connect with her form --- she was awake. whispered curses fall from his mouth as she makes quick strides towards him; lithe digits coming to grace heated flesh. he loathes her question, yet can’t bring himself to lie to her.