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ABEL

😃 For a general headcanon of our muses

Stella just SUPER, and ANNOYINGLY friendly toward Isabella. Like. Why does Isabella not want to be her friend? All the humans want to be her friend. Stella wants to be friends with all the humans, she wants to look out for all of them and represent them, in some manner. And then there’s Isabella who’s just all cagey and always scribbling in her notebook. Basically, specifically, I think Stella is just always giving her food that she didn’t order at the diner. Extra fries? Milkshake? Chocolate pie for dessert? All the coffee you could ever drink and then more that you couldn’t drink? [ @turncoatsilver]

😍 For someone my muse love romantically

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[text] stella → babel: is that the sun i see or just your smile? ☀

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[text CANCELED] stella → babel: you shouldn’t even touch me, i’ll ruin you

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text] stella → babel: evertything is blyrry and bright like when i’m with you sbut i;m nto wht  you which si sadsddd 

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[text] stella → babel: were there stars in heaven?[text] stella → babel: seems like kind of a bum rap if there weren’t stars there[text] stella → babel: i miss you

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[text] stella → babel: were the wings like…[text] stella → babel: erogenous? 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Stella hadn’t been sleeping wonderfully -- fitful and scared on the thin pallet that was her bed. Forever waiting for some demon, Alastair, Abaddon, someone else, to drag her off to a room filled with medieval torture devices. Through the day, she had the soothing buzz of Abel’s voice to keep her calm. He had been true to his promise -- talking endlessly about everything under the sun (and a few things over the sun) and anything that she asked about. It occupied her mind, let her focus on something other than the time being w a s t e d, her inevitable death at the demons’ hands, all that she was missing, Recon... At night, there was no such relief.

This night it seemed as if her worst fears were coming to life. Slow, d r a g g i n g footsteps and a rasping chuckle woke her in the dead of the night. She held her breath, laid as still as possible, but still the figure stopped just outside her cell. Sitting up, she saw the ominous spread of wings -- a being entirely of SHADOW. He beckoned her to the front of the cell, keys clinking as he unlocked the door. “What’s going on?” she asked. He didn’t answer, just grabbed her arm hard enough to bruise and pulled her to the side. There was a smirk over his face that turned Stella’s stomach. It was the smile of a child burning ants, toying sadistically with helpless victims.

Before Stella could ask where he was taking her, he stopped her again. Unlocked the cell just next to hers and pushed her in without ceremony. Abel’s cell. “Enjoy your night,” came the farewell from the demon, voice like oil splattering in a hot pan. His cackle, low in his chest, followed him down the rest of the hall, away. But what did that mean? Why would they leave her with...

Her first thought was that they had locked her in with Abel’s dead body. But she turned to find a dim outline sitting up on the cot, chest clearly rising and falling. Unless...it wasn’t Abel? She stepped closer, but that was the familiar golden brown hair catching moonlight, green eyes peering out. “What’s...going on?” she whispered, terrified. If she had been shoved in there by a demon, it could only be something horrible.