#arael:thread

It was unfathomable to Arael why an angel would sacrifice their wings. Then again, she knew her siblings were capable of anything, especially stupid decisions such as that. Perhaps that was why she was here? Curiosity, she supposed. She invited herself into Mona’s home, unwanted. She ran her finger across the surface of a table, inspecting the dust on her finger. Cliche, but necessary, “Why did you do it?” { @takenwings }

Her siblings had often commented on the beauty of sunrises. The glorious entrance of the first rays of the sun, casting a rainbow of colors across the horizon. Something unmatched in all of Father’s creation. But as Arael watched the sun rise over the distant horizon, she felt nothing. No awe or respect for nature. She voiced the letdown to her nearest sibling. “Disappointing.” { @cupcakemonwrites }

Folded arms crossed her chest as she measured Ba’al up. It wasn’t every day she was privileged enough to have an audience with the so-called ‘Great Duke of Hell’, “If you have something to say, say it and be to the point.” { @spellsandpixiedust }

The eldest Winchester had certainly made a big splash in a little pond. Arael was no friend to demons, but at least she could tolerate them more than mindless humans or her feather-brained siblings. They did as they please with little to no consequences. She could admire that. Hidden in his current seedy motel of choice, she made her presence known once he walked into the room, “Dean Winchester. Before you attack, I come with peace offerings,” she gestured to the bed scattered with an array of Busty Asian Beauties magazines and three bottles of an expensive, aged bourbon. Hopefully, it was enough to buy herself a few moments to speak with him. { @deanmcn }

“I would say ‘I was expecting you’, but that is rather cliche, isn’t it?” Arael didn’t turn as the figure entered the room. A bottle of champagne chilled in a nearby ice bucket as she held two crystal glasses full of the bubbly liquid. Turning as she spoke, she held a glass out to them, “If champagne doesn't do it for you, I'd be happy to offer you something else.” (@southern-gothics)

Even without her grace, Arael was still a formidable fighter. At least she still had her angel blade. It was always necessary to be armed, especially when her former brothers and sisters could make an appearance at any moment. Always on the defensive, she spun around at the sudden sound behind her, holding her blade up to the stranger’s throat, “What do you think you’re doing?” { @soulsunforgiven || APOCALYPSE WORLD }

“Playing nice with others isn’t on my resume, but if I’ll be generous and let you talk,” Truth be told, she didn’t yet see a purpose to this little meeting. Arael didn’t trust humans, despite being one of them now -- especially now she is one of them. { @tobeblamed || APOCALYPSE WORLD }

Arael wasn’t exactly here by choice. She’d much rather be somewhere else, anywhere else. “I prefer to know what I’m about to walk into. I don’t appreciate surprises. Are you going to tell me why you summoned me here, or will I have to beg?” { @heartsunholy }