#midnight-lilith

💖: i have a romantic crush on you!

💜: i want to make sure you’re happy

💭: i think about you a lot

💗: i want to give you a hug!

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{ Azrael's cheeks flared up }

Azrael: I--

Azrael: A-hem-!

Azrael: Th-thank you, Lilith.

💚 - ENVY - What is my muse jealous of?  Is it someone else’s power or privilege?  Is it something about their relationship?

Lilith doesn’t tend to get jealous, at least not easily, but she does have a lot of envy towards her brothers. They’re very strong and capable, while she often feels like she can’t pull her own weight.

The angel of death froze in place, finding themself entangled in those thoughts that urged them to cry out about their sorrows. They wanted to claw at their wings, tearing out feathers like one would with the hair on their scalp. They wanted to wallow in this despair they found themself in when they realized that loneliness their own blood dammed them to. Yet, a voice broke them free from that net. Their eyes widened, breath hitching from their lurched over position.

It... couldn't be... could it?

No... no this isn't--!

With a crystalline light refracting off the tears layering over their eyes, their head snapped to the source, faced with a girl. One that caused their chest to tighten with a resurfacing guilt. That name was caught up like a lump in their throat, stalling their movements with wavering words. Was this real? Was this another illusion of their mind? A sniffle caught itself in their breath before those tears finally fell down their cheeks. That despair was now budding with the possibility of hope again.

"Lilith?"