&& LOST BOY

goodness, my activity has been a real bitch lately. i don't have much muse for balthazar anymore, and was considering turning this thing into a role play blog for some other character(gadreel? a marvel character? maybe a sherlock character ??). i dunno, i'm sort of a mess at the moment and still have to figure out what i'm gonna do with balthy.

Spell out whatever in my ask and i'll answer!

B. FAVORITE BAND.

Currently it’s either Twenty One Pilots or Metallica

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED

Because the guy was an undesirable douchemonkey(mind you, my last sort of kind of relationship was like back in 6th grade)

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

My weight/figure(i’m only like 135 pounds but I feel like shit about the way I look) or the way I dress(most girls go for cute and fancy, I opt for t-shirts, jeans and converse)

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

16-18 years old, I guess it’s just because I act nothing like other 14 year olds or something like that.

H. DO I SMOKE OR DRINK?

No, no, I’m trying to remain straight edge for the next couple years

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED

Already answered this one.

Z. HOW ARE YOU

I’m good brahski, thanks for askin’

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED

Already answered this one.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

B. FAVORITE BAND.

C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

F. MY FAVORITE MOVIE.

G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.

K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

M. VIRGIN OR NOT?

N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.

Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.

V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.

X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?

Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.

                    Balthazar had had a particularly rough day and needed some sort of escape. He'd been running for weeks, months, years from the damn angels who wanted his head for their own, and the rush was finally taking its toll on him. He was scared, and experiencing the feeling of fear was something quite foreign to the headstrong angel. He was constantly living each day like his last as numerous beings located him and pressured him into handing over his supply of heavenly nukes. He would, of course, turn them away and then have to fight for his life, as these individuals would do anything to get their hands on his stash of weapons.

                    The angel sat on a tall hill, with his knees hugged up to his chest. He wanted to assume that this area was safe, but you know what they say about people who assume things.. He'd opted for this certain hill as it was just outside of Versailles, France, and for some reason unbeknownst to Balthazar, this very spot comforted him. Perhaps this was a spot that the man who truly owned his body had visited regularly, or perhaps there was just something holy about this ground. Whatever it was, Balthazar felt at ease in this very position as he stared up at the stars.