chaos was not something the seraphim was unfamiliar with, tasked with entertaining those in heaven was simple compared to being of a spokesperson between the two realms. her frequent visits to the realm down below were as pleasant as they could be; being bombarded by both sinners and hellborn alike, as pleasant as they were, it was rather frustrating she so rarely is given any ample opportunity to check in on those she wishes to seek.

it would eventually die down of course after a week or so, she'd find it easier to slink away from a smaller crowd quoting she had some ' hotel duties ' that demanded her attention. after getting lost on more than one occasion, the angel was confident she had found the correct room. gentle hands fidgeted with the seams of her dress, she would self chastised herself out loud ( soft, stern whisper ) as she'd flatten out the wrinkles.

quiet inhale, hand rising to meet with eroded door freezing suddenly just when it's about to make contact. staring wide eyed now, like a deer in headlights , she blinks slowly then recognizes that she should speak ! say something ! balled hand transitions into a wave, nervously falling to her side, teasing with the fabric.

❝ hi ! hello i i'm so sorry is now a good time ? i just wanted to properly introduce myself to you and to also see how you've been doing since the erm... ❞ her gaze leaves his, gold wing twitching slightly, shimmering through anxious fidgets. emily looks back at him again, straining a smile. ❝ but you look great ! i'm happy to see you're doing better ! ❞

dialogue prompts / always accepting.

@radiokill sent ── ❛ working together again, it’s just like old times! ❜

gleeful laughter echoes from the demon , a joyous haunting sound. his tall stature wavers back & forth animatedly. " verily , i have sorely missed our ventures. " one of the overlords zestial rather enjoyed the company of, well - earned respect & familiarity in the squint of four glowing eyes. his hand extends , cloak opening with a warning of neon colors , splayed open only to crush into a fist exaggeratedly. " thou hast a knack for coaxing forth their screams. "

the starlet despises alastor's eyes. the way they pry without trying. always wide and seeking. it strips angel in a way that makes him feel vulnerable. he retreats far, far inside himself. his face twitches in discomfort before it creates an unsteady smirk. he knows what alastor means but he bares his fangs like any threatened spider. "the twenty guys that ran a train on me during a shoot today, you interested in being added to the list?"

"I SUPPOSE SO..." Her voice trailed off, brows knitting together into a frown. "I haven't really had much experience with that sort of thing..." She admits, and feels a small flush of shame as she says that. She had been very privileged like that thanks to her family- shielded from most of the dangers of hell for a majority of her life.

NARROWLY  dodges  the  blade,  his  expression  unchanging.  The  knife  vibrates  where  it's  burrowed  in  the  wallpaper  behind.  "GOOD  TO  SEE  YOU,  VAGGITHA,  MY  DEAR!"

Send "Eyes wide Shut" and My Muse will cover Your Muse's eyes for a specific reason @radiokill​

“My my my...How ssssimply scandalous...Walking around in those? Sssweet girl you are quiet the Sssssinner are you not?” The Serpent thought he was alone in the newly made lab he had built into the crater left from when Alastor had destroyed his Dirigible...

In his hands a rather risque magazine: “Classy Thrills: Long Stockings and Frills”

He was rather enjoying himself looking through the pack of 4 new magazines he had just bought, when he heard someone walking in behind him. Feeling eyes peering over his shoulder he turned in time to see the Radio Demon..

@radiokill

Charlie tilted her head inquisitively, chin rested upon her hand on the counter as she brewed them coffee in the late night. “So...is your smiling like a defense mechanism then?” she wondered. “So being in Hell doesn’t get to you?”

@radiokill, prompted.

although charlie tries awfully hard to make her sniffles sound inconspicious, they don't go unnoticed by the radio demon. the princess dries her eyes on the backs of her palms, trying her best to vanquish the unwelcome tears clouding her illuminated orbs before facing him fully. a graceful turn on the sole of her leather shoe squeaks away the majority of her troubles and worries as she endeavors instead to greet alastor with an attempt at a smile on her face.

❝ of course! there's no time to waste on . . . um, nonsense. ❞ back straight, chin up! that would serve as a beginning to what she needed to do to pull her people through this bad news, one step at a time. all evidence of her crocodile tears should be gone for good now: instead, charlie tries on for herself a little bit of the confidence she sees al showcase all the time.

sometimes the best advice is the toughest to follow.