#occultarcane

Now he was doing entirely too much. But, freedom was just that, granted he was bedridden by no one's volition of his own, the moment he was able to walk again without falling over, everyone should've guessed he'd be all over that.

And a curious and exploratory spirit brought him back to the branch he previously lived in: The Mistwood. Not much changed in this ward, but the way it resembled the Lost Woods always brought the shade back. But, curiosity got the better of him, and he'd stumbled upon what he thought was an abandoned castle.

"...How long has this been here?" He muttered to no one but himself.

MISC ACTION MEMES   ✟   ACCEPTING.

@occultacarne sent--- ↳ 🧋 - to offer your muse a drink .

HE'S NOT HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS, unlike the usual kind of patronage the bar seems to attract. he's here to get himself lost among the chatter and throngs of people moving in and out of the empty space; fade into the background, and become a ghost that no-one notices. people approach the counter, pick their poison, and leave when satisfied, but he remains behind, content to nurse his own drink slowly. it's comfortable there, in his self-made isolation, where he minds his business---

---until someone else appears to mind it too.

his eyes flicker towards the stranger now lingering by his side, sliding a freshly poured liquor on the rocks across the counter top. it stops at his elbow, where the angel scrutinises it for a moment, before shifting his gaze back towards the other. lifting a hand, azrael wraps his fingers around the rim of the glass... and slides it back over to them.