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felix.

it’s the first thing that comes to mind when he hears that voice  —  a voice that often whispers in his daydreams , in dreams that leave him achingly hard or in tears when he awakens. 

‘ felix. ’ he hears himself utter , almost breathless. but he doesn’t turn to face him , not when he feels his flesh prickle with goosebumps just from hearing his fucking voice. everything’s forgotten for a moment until an echo of felix’s statement taunts him  —  mama , can you come tuck me in ? 

the phone call from earlier comes back to him , and ambrose remembers to breath. ‘ i— i have to go. ’

felix is the name he adopted among the humans. among demons and angels he’s more accustomed to being called -- “anael.“ it’s a reminder of the lines they’ve crossed by fucking around. if he was judged so harshly for sleeping with humans, felix wonders how terribly he’d be crucified for intimacy with this devil.

“but really--” now he moves, shadows shifting on his face and behind him on the asphalt as he stops next to ambrose, head cocked as he pushes, “you can call me anything you like. you don’t have to be so cold.“

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This guy smelled different, but Ging attributed to his clear extravagant taste. Probably some cologne with extract of bull testacies or something of that nature. Cracking open her own the redhead quickly began slurping as the foam before it could quite spill over the top. You’ve no idea. Ever since Jen’s turn Ginger’s life was filled with nothing but bad luck it seemed. It was only fitting that some would rub off on others. There was a small snicker that she couldn’t help but let out. “Serves you right for buying shoes that cost that much.” 

“are you kink shaming my appetite for nice shoes?“ felix laughs, taking a sip. his face twists immediately. dr. pepper? the abomination of sodas. he drops the can into the nearest bin and contemplates setting it on fire.

“haven’t seen you around town before.“ a lie. “you new?”

《  rami malek. cismale, he/him. fields of gold – eva cassidy   》 oh my, there goes AMMON GAMAL. the 38/232 year old VAMPIRE is currently working as COVEN LEADER / COUNCIL MEMBER. they’ve been in salem, ma for 56 years. they are known around town as THE SOVEREIGN. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be DEVOTED and PRAGMATIC while also being ARCHAIC and OBSTINATE, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

aesthetics: leather bound books with pages yellowed by age, slowly trickling sand in an hourglass, the play of shadows obscuring a man’s face, a coiled and venomous snake tracking your movement

summary: ammon is nothing if not dedicated. it’s this almost zealous faith and devotion to his master and progeny that earned him the coveted position of secondhand and mayor-by-proxy in the absence of the vampires’ real leader. but these traits that make him an invaluable part of his coven also alienate him from other species. his choice of neutrality was made out of self-preservation. he refuses to align his coven until one each side shows their hand and there’s a clear winner, and the callouses time has made over his heart shields him from those who would judge him for this .

headcanons:

despite his age he’s quite savvy with electronics and collects the newest models.

dislikes animals of any kid. He’s fastidious in his dress, partial to black, and fur on his clothing annoys him.

《  kim jongin. demiguy, he/him/they/them. buzzed - ¿Téo?  》 oh my, there goes FELIX LEE/ANAEL. the 27/UNKNOWN year old ANGEL is currently working as a  REALITY DATING SHOW DIRECTOR. they’ve been in salem, ma for 2 years. they are known around town as THE LOTHARIO. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be MAGNANIMOUS and INNOVATIVE while also being FICKLE and IMPERIOUS, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

aesthetics: the sticky press of glossed lips on your inner thigh, words more breath than sound warming the shell of your ear, gold speckled feathers scattering in the air as a figure leans close

summary:

how unfair — anael thinks. that the angels are denied the rest of god’s creations due to duty. the mortals are allowed fallacies and gifted forgiveness, their countless imperfections drawing sympathy and favoritism from their god while the angels are held to the higher standard of deities. but anael wants. he NEEDS. he isn’t pure like rafael, or honorable like michael. and whose fault is it but his own creator’s that he was shaped with a wicked, wanting heart? for now he is punished. but anael is certain that the time will come when the other angels will see reason. after all — how can a creation be blamed for how they were created?

headcanons:

he is terrible at remembering names of mortals. doesn't see the need to. after all -- these creatures are grains of sand in the endless sea of time. so he settles for epithets instead. calls them sweetheart, darling, lovely. if he recalls a mortal's name they have caught and held his interest.

they play at neutral but leans towards earth's fighters, often helping them in secret then denying having been involved at all.