#dealingwithstupidity

Who cooks normally?: As.

How often do they fight?: Regularly.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Ana gets on with her work; As gets on with his, and raises his kids.

Nicknames for each other?: Ana doesn’t like letting people know about them.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: As.

Who steals the covers at night?: Ana.

What would they get each other for gifts?: As tends to get flowers, jewellery; the usual fare.

Who remembers things?: Ana.

Who cusses more?: As.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Neither of them are big on fighting; normally just comfort the other.

Who kissed who first?: As.

Who made the first move?: As. 

Name:

Jaesiel [Emrys, if she needs a last name].

Gender:

Female, she thinks.

General appearance:

Dark hair, with Anabiel’s curls ; she has As’ eyes, though, and paler than usual skin. Most of the time, she prefers dark clothes.

Personality:

Quiet ; not in the same way either of her parents ever have been. Growing up in Hell tends to leave you with a strange moral compass.

Special talents:

Animals love her. That is, until she kills them - it’s to practice, she says, if people find out. Stealing is something she enjoys, too.

Who they like better:

Anabiel, if she had to choose, but they’ve both been there for her.

Who they take after more:

In appearance; As. In personality, she’s not much like either of them, but if you didn’t know her you might say Anabiel.

Personal headcanon:

She speaks fluent French, and most of the time, if she doesn’t like you - it’s all she’ll speak. Insulting people is more fun if they can’t understand her.

— he’s been busy.

Surprisingly enough, ruling takes up time ; and looking after his and whoever else’s cambion need it takes up more. Earth’s where he finds himself, frequently, but with everything happening — especially with the three bloody fucking soul eaters doing whatever they did to Samhain, and Lucifer torturing all the other reapers in his free time — he’s been preoccupied. To say the very least.

   He is busy. He has been busy for the past thousands of years -- and he has no time for this.

          ⌛ Samhain's plans to avoid Heaven might've collapsed around the time she began interaction with Aniel ; regardless, it doesn't mean she cannot keep the pretence up.

     Wavelengths twist around her, crawling from the base of her neck down her spine -- souls scatter from betwixt her fingers and are replaced with a blade in moments. Call her paranoid ; but these incidents end mostly in injury. Shadowed in the cowl of her hood, she spins on her heel, holds the weapon out, battle plans scrolling through an abyssal mind -- and stops. Wherever Samhain's loyalties lie, they're officially with Heaven, and attacking an angelic sibling would disassemble the facade.