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angst starters | accepting

@biigbcss​ said:  “Do you think I wanted this?”

‘ I was UNAWARE you could be made to do anything you didn’t want to, father. ’

   The anger that rose up was almost completely swallowed and engulfed by the distress the followed it, and for a brief instant....it was hard to keep control over both emotions. To tie them and coil them back down. Tight. Keeping his back to the omnipresent being. Unable to look at his father for fear the strained, tenuous control over himself would crack. Unable to take a breath in without breathing in the ADDICTIVE warmth of Divinity that threatened to topple his reserve. Gabriel unsure if submitting to the urge to kick the coffee table into Him would be worse then allowing Him to see the vulnerability that threatened to crack over angelic features.

“Sometimes I can’t help but think how differently I’d be if I held my tongue.” The blade strapped to her hip glistened in the light, a stark reminder that every action or inaction had consequences.  Azrael exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders as if it would ease the tension in her concealed wings. “Once upon a time, I was entrusted on all matters tied to humanity’s mortality and I did it with... ease.” Maybe not with complete ease as guilt seemed to always be a thorn that festered inside when celestials were so new to... emotions and traces of ‘free will.’ 

Now, everything had a toll. Everything felt a burden, and those forbidden emotions weighed her down like a drowned man at sea, at the whim of a higher power, a plaything. 

Zeus knew rain intimately. The way each drop of water fell and how, he knew the sound of thunder, the brightness of a lightning bolt. He knew the clouds, the greys on the skies. He knew what it meant when rain fell like this. 

Facing the sky with his eyes closed, Zeus felt the rain drops on his face, his body, taking in a deep breath. He could feel it in his very bones....The ache and the anger. The loneliness. It was the kind of rain that would bring destruction to the Earth, a rain of rage, of hurt, of needing someone else to suffer along, suffer more. 

Licking his lips, Zeus ran his fingers through his now soaked hair, taking a deep breath. This kind of rain was intoxicating. It made him feel as if electricity was running through his veins once again. How selfish it was, to bask in the anger and pain of someone who he loved so deeply but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop the way the rain feed him, alleviated him.

@biigbcss​ asked: cute nickname: fleshlight // Give my muse a nickname!