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confronting   sentence   prompts .  // Accepting

@ysabellasweb said: ❛      why    did    you    save   me?       ❜

~*~ instincts had Kaisa moving. As soon as she had heard a scream she went to investigate. The blonde had seen the other being grabbed and possibly abducted. Without thought she acted, attacking the large masculine figure to let the other go. She pushed Ysabella out of the way and worked on incapacitating the attacker. As soon as he was out cold Kaisa grabbed Ysabella and led her away from the scene.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, filled with hot cocoa, good books, no responsibilites, and most importantly, no customers. A. Z. Fell's was closed for the day, and its owner sat inside, at his desk, fully submerged in a new book he'd bought earlier that day, completely ignoring the cup of cocoa that had been growing cold.

'And he was forever reading and dreaming to himself in the fields.' Aziraphale read out loud, to no one but himself. 'The sun shone on the li-'

A sudden crash that came from the main room of his shop cut him off. He jumped a bit at the loud noise, and stood up from his desk to investigate. If this was Crowley trying to be funny with finding new ways of entering the shop he'd have a strong word with him!

Instead, he found an unfamiliar lady laying on the circular carpet. When he looked up he saw the ceiling was smashed, she must have fallen through. Peculiar. He hadn't heard anyone be upstairs, nor did he have any idea as to why she might have been upstairs, or even how she managed to crash and fall down. It wasn't as if the floor had showed any signs of being at a breaking point, despite how old it may have been. He'd inspect the damages later, his worries were currently focused on if the woman was alright.

"Uhm, hello?" he asked out loud, and started to carefully approach her. Aziraphale was a bit tense, he had no idea what happened and what the woman's intentions were, but he'd still check up on her nonetheless. "Are you quite alright, dear?"

Loki did not often have time for practice but he reveled in it. It kept his mind sharp, it kept his body going, it kept the memories at bay. The truth of what happened to him, how he came back to Asgard, of why his magic was so much stronger than perhaps it should be.

He took a deep breath, focusing on the energies inside and out; molding them to his whim was easy enough, telling them what form to take. He drew out his hand and let the magic flow, talking the form of a sword slowly, carefully, delicately. Every detail mattered, every aspect had to be...

His focus broke as his senses picked up something nearby that should not be. The god frowned and forced the solidification, holding the blade in one hand. It was not perfect but it would do, he suppose.

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Injury Prompts - Attacker // Accepting

@ysabellasweb said: “  you bleed quite nicely,  don’t you think?  ”

~*~ Those seven words had the petite blonde growling through her teeth. She'd been taken and hurt. Kaisa was hurt pretty bad, but she hadn't screamed. No. After all she'd been through she couldn't scream anymore. There was innate fear in the situation but she refused to let the woman know by screaming. Maybe her eyes shone her feelings but she didn't want to viscerally show it.

"Go to hell," she ground out through the gag that was in her mouth.