#my queue

like yes-

a boy named after an Archangel who feels like he's anything but a saint, a boy whose not as "pure" or as "good" as real angels are, with a temper as explosive as the words on his tongue, cutting you down as if he's wielding a sword.

and another boy who complete strangers took one look at him and thought he was an associate of the devil, for simply not being the way than they want him to. a boy who feels just at the demon as they say he is, because he doesn't fit their image.

(they don't see the boy whose falling, falling, falling down into the depths of boiling water, trapped underneath the surface within his own mind.)

The god laid against the laurel headboard, helplessly enamoured. His laughter fell upon Hyacinth's ears like a delicate melody, "Why must you require to hear of my dull outings?" He requested, "Olympus is merely a familial home to one such as I. It is no more ensnaring to my mind than a feast within these walls."

Simply, Hyacinth replied as if it was the most obvious thing on the Earth's surface, "So I can feel as if I was never apart from you."

Apollo's intake of breath was stark.

As always knew he would, he surrendered, "Anything for you, my love. Anything on this Earth, beneath or above."

Now that Ser Pentious is an angel, does that mean as more guests get redeemed they become…

Charlie’s Angels?