HE’D BEEN SMELLING IT all day — an angel. it’s not the first angel he’s smelled since his time in seoul, no, but this one has a strange scent, almost human? impossible, really. though zhenling admittedly doesn’t know much about angels and how they work. he just knows the scent of one and that they have different powers and physical structures just like demons do — mirror images of one another in some sick dark versus light thing.
it’s not his intention to find the angel, it’s not his job to really care. it’s curiosity that drives him to go back out to look for this angel after taking imp home. the hell-hound plops down on his little bed before zhenling has even turned around and left the apartment again. ❝ lazy bitch ! ❞ he snorts over his shoulder at the hell-hound.
he doesn't have to wander far to find the angel really, which clues him into why the scent was so strong when he left to take imp out for a walk. ever the helpful guy ( not ) , zhenling walks up behind the angel and rests his hands on his hips.
❝ so , what's an angel doing out here all alone when it's nearing night time ? ❞ it just is dark enough that he can drop his disguise and reveal his bright red eyes, the horns on his head and the slender pitch black tail swaying with interest. // @twicesutagram
