#bashfullyblack

The barren landscape around Wodahs made him feel uneasy. Even though he had patrolled this area hundreds of times, it never made him feel better. He had to be aware and paranoid or a demon could come out of nowhere...he’d rather not deal with that today. 

His god had told him to keep an eye out for the demon king...as known as his brother...Wodahs had been trying to avoid seeing him. It made his heart hurt to see his brother in such a state against him. Sure, the angel hated demons with every fiber of his being but, his brother was an exception. Or at least, slightly so.

The angel’s wings twitched in antsy nervousness. Ready to jump and attack at a moment’s notice. Something wasn’t right. The air felt different. Something...something or someone else was here.

While the cream colored god had met Etihw in rare times that the gods would meet, he found the other quiet charming, at least friendly unlike the other gods, something that didn’t seem fake or hiding intentions. And now, he was here, in Etihws world, utterly lost, their was flowers everywhere, blue sky’s with non dripping clouds- Strange and beautiful for the new god, it made him feel discouraged. Not that it helped, he couldn’t tell one turn from the next before finally spotting a figure.

Send 💭 for one thought my muse has had about yours 

“…It’s good to see Brother so happy these days. Even if he should get out more.”

   It was an unusually nice day. Etihw preferred to stay within their castle on most days, running their perfect kingdom from the comfort of their throne, but they decided they day should be appreciated properly. So, after a brief command to their eager Head Angel, the god set off to their courtyard.

   Upon arriving to the open garden, the table at the center already being set for them by familiar servants of the castle. It was hard to recall their names, as Etihw never used them with most in the castle, but they recognized them nonetheless. Once they were comfortably seated and pushed against the table, they were dismissed with a wave of their hand.

   Within minutes their Head Angel arrived, quickly placing their tea before them with gloved hands and a smile. The small angel commented on the weather as she did so, and Etihw responded with a nod as they sipped from the cup. She stepped back, but didn’t leave. Silence fell after that, as it seemed both became lost in thought, but the god soon broke it.

【♢】  “ … Days have been good since that poor old devil was sealed, I hope he died down there. Alela, what do you think? ”

✔Are they holding a grudge against anyone? 

{{ While not nearly as strong as it once was, Wodahs still does hold a grudge in the back of his mind against Kcalb, for a plethora of reasons. Namely his eye being taken out. The head angel has forgiven him consciously, but in the back of his mind there’s always going to be a small part of him that says “He did this to you”. That is part of the reason he enjoys seeing Kcalb feel guilty over it. }}

INJURED / ACCEPTING !

his breath was tight      at this moment , his fear strangled his throat , almost crushing every bit of breath he had left . 

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

Kind of hard to be stable or unstable when you don’t have a real body or mind to begin with, isn’t it?

Henry’s pretty obviously mentally ill, and... He’s just a little off, emotionally. Overall, not the most stable, despite how much he tries to mask that with a smile.