#chirlanim

@chirlanim whispered a line !! i don't know if i can trust you ( accepting! ) ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’

Big eyes gazing at him like he had insulted her — that's how he thought she looked, anyway — && he was tempted to laugh. The corners of his smile twitched further upwards in amusement, but he managed to hold off his chuckles. If she was going to be rather dramatic, who was he to deny her a performance? In good fun, of course.

❛ Of course I do! ❜ A lie through sharp teeth meant only for tearing things to shreds, not holding gently. Smoothed only by a tongue of silver, the only alternative to act as aggressive steel bars for all else. ❛ I may not enjoy everything you do, the way you do, or think it all a perfect plan, but I do place my full trust && faith in your hands, my dear! It sounds to me as though you might be the one in doubt of yourself, darling. ❜ Half - truths && redirection attempts as a hand settled on her shoulder.

@chirlanim whispered a line !! things i keep telling myself ( accepting! ) “You don’t have to apologize for taking up space.”

Charlotte rested her head in her sister's lap, soaking up her presence. Absorbing the comfort that she gave off. Chirlan always knew what to say, always found a way to make her feel better. But the darker feelings of worry were hard to shake, even as she sighed.

❛ I just ... feel like I do things wrong so much, you know? I don't know how ready I am for ... anything. ❜

Staring up at the ceiling, focusing on the little bubble they created for themselves. She swore she could feel her twin's very soul intertwined with her own, soothing even words didn't.

❛ Do you ever feel like that? ❜

✞ He's observed humanity long enough to understand this general truth. Even if the archangel does not quite understand, on some visceral level, what it means to be a father. He has only ever known one father... and He is a special case. " I suppose... such is merely what arises from imperfection. You were inventing the very concept of parenthood-- It is natural to make mistakes. As inevitable as sin... " The angel so nonchalantly shrugs his hands, pacing casually as they speak with each other.

pointless mun facts!

“Oh, my dear…”

While his voice sounded rather petty, he was surprised at the sincerity behind his words.

“You have taken on a nearly impossible task. This Hotel was doomed to fail by its very inception. To speak at length to those accustomed to a certain way of living and try to convince them that what they do is wrong and horrible…”

“Of course you are overwhelmed.”

“But you have done better than anyone could have anticipated.”

“And it may not get easier… but perhaps it will be worth it in the end, yes?”

“Nothing has worked yet.”

@chirlanim ⧐ "You sure look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." HATOFUL BOYFRIEND ASKS.

Alastor's response is nothing but a stark silence, at first, the mug in hand tilted towards his mouth as he siiipps casually from where he leans in the kitchen. It is not often that he allows his finely crafted veil of put-together-hotelier to slip, but every so often, when sleep continues to evade him, there are certain levels of crank that can seep their way through.

Today is such a day.

"Do I?"

The question is one that is laced with some level of sarcasm, though he keeps himself from venturing too far into the dangerous part of letting her see him too much for what he actually is.

"I suppose it is one of those days."

✞ The figure, a being about as tall as even the doorways in Hell, with wings that glow like solid daylight and a large, golden cross marked where his face might have been... looks down at them.

Perhaps it was fair that she asked-- he didn't quite look like Adam nor the exorcists. That is because he was one of a one of a kind troop of angels. Four brothers, the very first made. He was her uncle.

" Indeed. " He answers with a raised flat palm. A common angel greeting, though an old fashion one. " And you are the... mmh. " He seemed to pause at what exactly to address her as. It is not common for the angel to refer to beings in Hell by their name, but he does not know what more to call such a creature. " ...The Morningstar child? " Not 'you are my niece?', not 'you are my brother's child?'