#gracedead

I'm not saying those two are a good influence for each other. Leave those crazy, chaotic ancient kids alone ten minutes and they will probably start cheerfully comparing who gave the world more memorable plagues. But there is something fundamentally amusing for me about seeing Tristan getting along so well with an angel. Azrael is a ton of fun, a wonderfully constructed character and it is always great to see her on the dash. 

"oh?" a tilt of head, icy hues brightening with deviousness. a fun thrill starting to stir beneath ribcage as he tunes into this, attention fully captured. tall frame relaxes, stuffing a large hand in his coat, "how so? since, that's what jealousy usually looks like to me." hand moves back out from that pocket, tossing up a coin and catching it out of boredom. although this potential conversation might just entirely evict him of boredom. "unless it's another emotion i'm not familiar with, hm? so... go ahead. elaborate. or you're most definitely jealous." wanting to be right that she's in fact jealous, because nothing would excite him more. @gracedead

❝ you okay? you stared off and your face got pale. like you saw something you didn't think you'd ever see again, or you saw something that scared the shit out of you. ❞ he stated simply and tilted his head, brows furrowing in concern.

@gracedead.

                       ❛ ---------- and you are, who? ❜   confused was an understatement. brows knit together, head tipped.          ❛ forgive me, love. i normally drink.... alone. ❜

I can't get over how much I absolutely adore you, also.

     "Hey sugar, are y'all alright? You don't look so swell," she said, kneeling down in front of her. Blue eyes were filled with a mix of concern and fear, fixated on the injured. "Let me help you get inside the bakery and I can help you from there, alright? Can you stand?"