Azzie

Ouch.

" Alright. " It's not as much of a response as it is a statement, and it gives her nothing — petty, sure, he knows she thrives on communication. One hand moves to gesture toward the door in a manner he would if they were back in Heaven, if he were dismissing every other angel beneath him.

She wants to play that game, well — he is nothing if not just as stubborn.

Whatever she's said next has gone unheard; he'd stopped listening the moment she'd made another dig at him.

There was a blink, she swallowed, then she lowered her head and nodded. If he wanted to fall back into his General persona, well...so be it, she supposed. She nodded, taking a step back, "As you wish." He was always more comfortable playing the military leader as compared to the brother or the father. She turned, though her head was far from being held high as she exited the room.

It always hurt being dismissed, though this time it had actually been her fault. She had screwed up. Which, she knew would happen, she had just made a promise to herself she never would. She forced her breaths to stay slow and steady as long as she was within hearing distance of him (which in reality, was a really long way, thank you very much). The tears started to fall silently though as her thoughts started to spiral. What if he never spoke to her again? What if this was it? They hadn't even spent much time together since he had gotten out of The Cage and yet...well...could she blame it on them still getting used to each other? They were different beings now. No, not really. She had just royally screwed up, she was sure of it. What was the phrase humans used? Stupid choices reap stupid rewards? Hopefully she would get a chance to apologize to him. Now was not that moment. She was the last person he wanted to see -- she was sure of it. He had made it perfectly clear.

there's  hesitation  briefly.  shoulders  tense  for  a  moment  at  newcomer's  voice.

still,  he  forces  a  brief  smile,  gaze  shifting  upward  to  meet  that  of  the  archangel's.  “ doctor. ”   he  adds  after  a  moment,   “ just  doctor. ”   dressed  in  his  usual  light  purple  dress  shirt,  burgundy  bowtie,  &  matching  suspenders;  his  pair  of  green  hues  move  to  watch  a  familiar  ginger  headed  woman  &  her  husband  walk  by,  chatting  idly  between  themselves.  not  once  did  they  glance  his  way,  not  that  he  wanted  them  to.  it  was  good  to  see  them  happy.

"I find it interesting that no matter the species, everyone assumes I am here to hurt them. That is not say that I could not..." She told him, offering a small smile, "Interesting is not a word I would use. I am just...me." Did that answer any of the indirect questions he asked? Nope.

@heavenguided said: "Hey, hi! You don't know me, but--"

"I'm Aziraphale's sister! You can kinda tell. We have the same hairs. Also, my name also starts with A and Z, but that was more luck than anything else." Was she rambling? Yes. That's what nerves did. "Anyways. The point of this - If you could be a sentient brick, what building would you want to be a part of??"

Two hands shot up, something halfway between defensive and woah, slow down, and the serpent tensed from head to toe.

The angel's question goes unanswered (the answer, of course, was the bookshop, not that he'd any intention of divulging that) as about half a dozen of the demon's own fight for the chance to be the first to tumble from his curled lip. Who was she? Angels could have siblings, was that new since he'd Fallen? What did she really want? How did she know he knows Aziraphale? Why had Aziraphale never mentioned her before now? Why was she being so friendly to a demon?

Oh, this wasn't going at all like she had hoped. She probably should have foreseen this possibility, but seeing as she tried to see things in a positive manner, she hadn't prepared for this.

Azrael, did however, put her hands in front of her too for a moment to show she wasn't carrying any weapons, then left them loosely at her sides -- easy to see that they would stay empty that way.

" One minute we can defy fate, the next our fates are intertwined — pick a lane. " His ire doesn't lie with her, not really. It lies in the indecisiveness of her, humanity — everybody that says one thing, means another.

He is no better, he twists his words where it suits him, but then — at least he does, generally, believe what comes out of his mouth.

" And don't call me stupid. " Arms fold over his chest, fingers drumming against his bicep. An unnecessary inhale. " Fate as we know it — as we knew it — "

That sentence ignites a fury in him like nothing else, and he can feel his wings bristle, some forgotten motion that shows just how deep his rage runs.

"Okay, I am going to say this slowly. We can defy fate by maybe making sure the apocalypse does not happen, but no matter what - we are two sides of the same coin, Michael. There is no life without death, creation without destruction. Our lives will be intertwined until we both end up in The Empty. That is so much bigger than the Apocalypse. And did you not always tell me that it will usher in a new world that we are both meant to be a part of? I chose my lane, Michael. Whether you agree to follow me or not will always be your choice, but there is no you without me."

Azrael crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side, "Mass casualties? Death like you've never seen, nearly everything starting new? Huh. That seems an awful lot like what my life is everyday. Sorry if I am not freaking out as much as you are. Just as your life leading you to kill Lucifer has been put in place since your earliest days, so has this for me."

"Count Rostov, you must introduce me to your lovely daughters."