#impulsemuse

‘I... AM GONNA need more whiskey if this is the kinda conversation we’re having.’       He’s only had two glasses. He’s nowhere near intoxicated enough for this. @impulsemuse​

this is usually where their nights end. here. at her doorstep. her saying she’ll see him some other day this week at the gym where they’ll inevitably cross paths again ( mostly of her own determination. she only goes for him. ) but tonight, she doesn’t want it to end. not for the reasons he probably thinks. it’s just...tonight, of any night, she can’t be alone.  ❝ i don’t want to be presumptuous. ‘cause i’m not trying to like...take advantage of you or anything i just...do you want to come in? and maybe...stay? ❞  there’s no easy way to ask. usually, she’d ask elena --- but she’s working. and bonnie’s in prague ( she thinks? ).  ❝ i just, um, don’t really want to be alone and i know it’s weird but this night always sucks and i could use some company. we can keep it totally pg, if you want. g, even. ❞          /          @impulsemuse​   +   fighter hael ! 

“What branch?”

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. there is a satisfied sound coming through her nose as she turns on her sleep, head searching for the pillow and finding firm chest as a better resting place. it takes her a moment to wake up, green eyes looking up to stare at the man before her. there is a taint blush on her cheeks, as if the memories coming through invade her brain and she has to look away. “hey. . .”she whispers once she notices he is not sleeping. sheets wrapping around her, suddenly self conscious, Kelly tries to make herself presentable, surely she was a mess. “that was. . .not to boost your ego but that was pretty great.”life-changing one could say.

❝ LISTEN, JENNA. I NEED TO hear YOUR side before i choose sides on what happened here. ❞ she put her hands on her hips. ❝ girls gotta give the other girl a chance first. ❞ she shrugged some.

“Please tell me you’re free at 3pm tomorrow. I don’t wanna go by myself again...” 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. there is a deep frown on the eldest, prince of princes and he gazes down to the world around them. Their father’s new creation is creating disrupt around Heaven and he is the one putting order in the ranks. “This new creation is causing more concern than joy among the angels.” And Michael looks over at Helel and tries to relax. “And I’m far from cute. If anything. . .I’m handsome.” And that word pops on his mind with ease. “You are the cute one.”

        𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. he doesn’t trust others like himself, not for a long time. last time another touched him, Lucifer was sent to Hell and imprisoned and thought to be forgotten. But he is vulnerable now, sharing grace and the two of them and he is relaxed, his whole body is light and his grace is dim, the morningstar eases over when he feels her own grace reach, as her vessel and grace touch his.  he stares then, as she smooths and grooms a few of the charred feathers that constantly fall from his wings and offers a small, if not sad smile before he looks away, vessel blue eyes turning colder. “not so much the morningstar, uh?”