#inkedwings

“Well that’s not good, how can your friends know to cheer you up if you don’t frown sometimes?” Israfil frowned himself, watching with some concern.“Smiling is good, and sometimes smiling even when you’re sad can make you happier, but you can’t always smile just like no one can always be happy.”

“You’re right, how’d you know?” Came Israfil’s voice as he poked his head around a corner to see who was speaking. Technically, there had also been someone besides him here, the person he was looking for, but that was beside the point. He held out his hands in a show of non-aggression, and tilted his head to look at the girl. “Did you see anyone else come through here? Kinda young looking, bright blue eyes, blonde hair, moves like he doesn’t think of anything but his current focus?” The description was... suspect at best, and a little tug of his lips showed that maybe he thought it was too, but the person in question was also... singular enough that those traits might be enough to pinpoint them. At least to know if they’d passed by or not.

“Of course,” Israfil immediately replied soothingly, holding his hands out slightly to show he had nothing, and was planning nothing. “Take all the time you need, okay?”He smiled, hoping that would help, though there was little he could directly do for her anxiety. It was a pretty common response to be fair, especially to a random person appearing out of nowhere with a pair of large red hawk wings. 

“See, that is the kind of acceptance more people should have! Alas, most people think only of the ‘what-ifs’ and not on the ‘didn’t happens’ when it comes to that which they fear.”

“Thaaaaat’s a tough one. Depends on a lot of factors, really. The kind of person you are, the way you go out, your beliefs and mental strength, and probably a load of other things I don’t even know.”He shrugged, not only not sure how much to share, but honestly not sure what all the factors really were. “Might depends on just whose attention you catch too, if you find someone willing to take you under their wing.”

//I did a thing. Essentially, this is what I’ve got for Remiel and Israfil’s background, as well as what information I know for the story I wanted to write with them in the first place. More might be added to this, or more documents made in general depending on what I think of or what comes up, but woooo I did it.  //this will also be linked in each of their bios at the top, so that people can look at that to get more info on who/what they are and what their element orders do??? I guess???

“Yes way! I bet you’ve walked by loads of angels and didn’t even know it! They look just like you and me usually, that’s why you never noticed.” Israfil grinned wider, glad to talk about the topic even if the person in front of him was just humoring him. He wasn’t sure yet. “They’re super helpful, most of them anyway, and really accepting! Even people you think they wouldn’t want to help? They definitely help. Pretty cool, huh?”

“If you’re thinking about giving up on me, you’re VERY mistaken.” The red head answered, snapping out sweeping red-brown wings as he looked around for a safe place to guide them to. Israfil pointed across the way, to a rooftop that seemed clear of both danger and bystanders. “There, let’s just get there and then we’ll talk about who’s clocking out of where, alright? Hang on to me.”