D E A T H

     Her smile is quick, much more genuine      that what usually shows on her face.      Azrael can be genuine with Death in a      way she can’t with most others.

          “Good.”

     And that was all she said for a moment,      running a lithe hand through her chocolate-      brown curls. Her attention seemed to be      elsewhere, but she suddenly turns her      bright, green-blue eyes on him, expression      almost blank. A l m o s t .

     He was about to speak, but she did before      him, fortunately. He was waiting to see if she      had any propositions before they left, anything      she could possibly need before they were to      wipe out those bastards. 'course, not even Death      to save all demons, but, he will try to save most.      If not for himself, for his friend.

          "Nothing."

 [wow I actually recolored that picture all by myself, go me!]

Okay so this is the part that hardly anybody reads because it’s all the mushy random word-vomit type things. But basically, this muse of mine used to be part of another blog I have, but she basically took over so I gave her a blog of her own in January. I never once believed I would actually get to 400 in the span of….two months? Yeah, this blog is two months old as of yesterday. So I thank you guys for believing in my muse and believing in me. Thank you so much for sticking with me this whole time, some of you have been with me since the beginning when I started on Tumblr a little over three years ago, others are new friends I’ve made since then. I love all of you, no matter what though, even if you’re not on this list because I had to limit it to so many so Tumblr doesn’t decide to not post this for me.

Here we go~

ephemeralimmortals X lonelyxmonsters X hepromisedmejustice X mortemus X queenofthecosplayers X xlostones X uomodaixmillevolti X sunshinexstardust X tomorrowtechie X anaxpraetor X masterxassassin X vulnerabiility X mechanicstark X formerfirstson X betacory X theunsuspectingmoose X tantuminvia X hesnotyourpet X onexmanxdisneyland X magiicsucker X damnatis X drunkflirtycas X xramblinman X sweetheartsnark X ofskiins X soxnice X sonofapie X echoedmistakes X edhelernil X badxfromthedead X bellezarubia X pulledfromhell X houndier X proxpatriaxmori X roosterteething X xadamned X xdemondrinker X montyxcora X demonlychallenged X ofnegotiations X friendiisms X deviiated X deannalovespie X littlesistersammy X castielleangelofthelord X ofkingsman X creatorxdestroyer X theanswerisnothing X wholeheaartedly X ingeniius

Now just because you might not be on here doesn’t mean I don’t still love you because I DO love you guys. It’s just that Tumblr is another story o.e

          Oh, she’s anything but calm, but           she’d rather keep it inside than           have a full-blown panic attack over           Death himself knowing who she is           or where she’s from. Freaking out           about it outwardly wouldn’t solve anything.

              “——-Right. That thing.”

       Her lips purse together for a moment        as she tries to put together in her mind        a rational reaction for everything happening,        grimacing only moments afterward after        realizing the route of conversation Death        might take.

     He needed her gone, he needs her to      return to her own universe, whether she      liked it or not. Of course, her companions      would miss her dearly, but would they       have her, or the possible destruction of      the universe?

          "You need to return to your own universe."

Hello everyone! so, small update because my activity will be sporadic from here on out:

Finding that he wasn’t going to be rid of the man’s unwanted company, Bo finally caved and grunted before focusing forward towards the back of the bar.

    “Fine. Just don’t breath down my neck.”

     Oh, he wouldn't dream of it. He isn't the type      to hover longer than needed. After the man's      death, he'd be on his way--well, after reaping      him of course.

          "Will do."

          “You can thank me after this is finished.”

     She’s never been one to take gratification      before it’s due, which isn’t something most      people expect from her. To others, Azrael      was usually seen as haughty, stubborn,      and perhaps conviction-less.

     But when it came down to it, Azrael was      anything but her usual labels. When it came      to helping people, fighting the good fight,      being a loyal friend — rather than s o l d i e r     — she was always willing to do so.

          “Then…you haven’t forgotten that you            promised to help me on the next task            you sent me on, right?”

     Despite her goodness, Az has never passed      up a chance to bait Death, and the slow smile      across her lips is testament to that.

     He forgot no such thing. He intended to      help her, even if he didn't promise to.      He didn't believe in letting his friends      be in danger alone.

     Might as well be in danger together.

          "Oh course not, Azrael."

      She stays quiet as she waits for       him to stop laughing— maybe she       knew a bit about biblical mythology,       but that didn’t mean she expected       him to laugh at her guess.

          “So—- wait, one of my friends            told me about someone called            Death, or something, but he said            he looked….different. Like, older….”

          "Vessels change, therefore so does            the personality."

     He stated simply, crossing his arms      over his chest. He expected her to be      anything but as calm as she is after      he spoke.

           He isn't used to calmness after that.

That was enough to warrant a return glance from the monster, who responded with a grunt. However, when the other man didn’t move away from him, the grunt turned to another growl.

    “Well, I can be just as interesting from       over there. So why not buzz off?”

          "If i go somewhere else, i can't see the            entirety of the bar."

     That was partially true, he could see all      that have been in this establishment, and      all those that will enter.