#godscorned

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊. the liquid burns his throat as he aches for a cigarette, but given her reaction the first time he had done it in her presence, he prefers to keep it to himself and wait until he is on his own. “Sorry, luv. I might be a smooth talker but I lack the aptitudes.” And where the hell was that music coming from? Nevermind that he had been in a band in his younger days but it wasn’t this type of music. . .80′s punk rock was another world entirely, he eyes the offered hand and can’t help but to think, this type of thing only happens to him. “You are better off dancin’ by yourself.”

"𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?" he had been the one to betray her, sideing with his Father from the moment he had been told to lead his brothers to fight her and weaken her. The oldest of the Archangel had been close to both the deities once. But he can hardly say that for this moment. Adam is recoiling inside their head, at the presence of the Darkness. “Then again, perhaps you will never trust anything that your brother made.” It’s the first time he doesn’t call God his father. He is still recovering, from the betrayal, spirit broken during the Cage and then, realizing his father’s intentions with the world. “The only one I ever trusted was God. ”

@godscorned​  //  liked  for  a  starter

                  she  looked  a  little  lost  .  but  something  about  her  rose  a  few  alarms .  for  one ,  how  she  was  dressed .  and  two ,  the  fact  that  strange  things  were  happening  in  around  them  and  yet ,  she  strolled  on  as  if  nothing  was  going  on .  mick  knew  of  angels  and demons .  even  the  other  creatures .  he  had  learned  at  such  a  young  age  and  it  seemed  like  he  was  still  learning  every  day  that  there  was  something  more  to  them  than  what  his  books  and  fancy  equipment  led  on .  after  waving  off  the  others ,  he  turned  his  attention  towards  the  woman .  “  do  you  need  some  help ,  miss ? “   // @godscorned​

sat with her legs stretched out  ,  a quiet hum ascends from feminine vocals  -  the toes of her boots idly tapped together over  &&  OVER. downward swept lashes flutter as sparkling eyes flit toward another with a sudden pause in her tune.  “. . staring is kind of rude y’know.” (  @god-scorned​  !!  )

 ❛         - STAND DOWN! i said stand down, alucard! ❜

“You want to learn to be bloody human? How about you pick up the phone and call if you want to pay a visit?” and he closes down the books he had been reading. A brand new tattoo pressed on his skin, the doorway to Hell in the texts, and her essence used as the ink for the brand itself. It’s meant to ward him again hell, undetected by vile creations. It had taken some time to gather all the ingredients that remained. It needed a couple more hours to be done. “Or at least learn to knock, luv.”