Qui n’avance pas, recule

 ❤❤❤  I trust you with my life. I know you would never hurt me.

“Of course I wouldn’t hurt you- I’d trust you with my life, too. I know that if it ever came down to it, we’d put each other’s lives above our own.” 

“No problem, kid,” Lux replied with a chuckle. There came the hard part- deciding what Val’s dad would look like. He reasoned that her father would most likely have a similar hair color. That was a start, at least.

MUSE NAME: Lucinda Josette Morris (that’s actually just an alias, tho, but w/e)

LEAST FAVORITE NICKNAME: Simi (it’s part of her real name, and usually only angels who want to patronize her will use this nickname)

LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow. She finds the color obnoxious. 

LEAST FAVORITE SEASON: Summer.

LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF WEATHER: Thunderstorms.

LEAST FAVORITE—HOT OR COLD: Cold.

LEAST FAVORITE HOLIDAY: Christmas, because of the religious connotations .

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Scrambled eggs. She thinks they’re disgusting. 

LEAST FAVORITE FLAVOR: Foods that are under-salted. 

LEAST FAVORITE DRINK: She really hates Italian soda. 

LEAST FAVORITE SCENT: She really hates the smell of dead bodies. But who doesn’t? 

LEAST FAVORITE SOUND: Sharp things scratching on hard surfaces, and children screaming. 

LEAST FAVORITE BOOK: N/A

LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE: She really hates movies that are based on religious scriptures, but she also really hates comedy movies that exist to make money 

LEAST FAVORITE TV SHOW: She doesn’t watch a lot of TV, because she can’t keep up with the latest human trends so she’s basically just. given up lmao. 

LEAST FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT OR AREA OF STUDY: She really hates history. She’s seen history happen, she doesn’t need to learn about it lmao. 

LEAST FAVORITE ASPECT OF THEIR JOB: She hates taking wedding pictures, because it reminds her of how simple humans live. And it makes her sad, because her life will never be that simple. 

LEAST FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: n/a

LEAST FAVORITE PERSON: Her mother. 

LEAST FAVORITE TRAIT IN OTHERS: Possessiveness and the need to control. 

LEAST FAVORITE PLACE: Heaven + Hell, naturally. She’s not allowed in Heaven anymore so she doesn’t have to worry about that, but the thought of visiting Hell makes her stomach churn.

LEAST FAVORITE THING TO TALK ABOUT: Her past, especially when her “mother” abandoned her. 

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEMSELVES: She hates how she constantly runs away, even though she knows that fighting would be a death sentence because they’d just capture her again. Also, she hates how secretive she is and how introverted she is. She also hates her temper. She hates a lot about herself lol. 

LEAST FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION: uhhhhh

LEAST FAVORITE DAILY CHORE: Getting out of bed in the morning. She doesn’t really need to sleep, but she does anyways. And she loathes getting out of bed because it’s so comfortable. I mean, she could lay there for a century, but she probably shouldn’t.  And she knows that. 

LEAST FAVORITE STYLE OF CLOTHING: She likes big sweaters and scarves + boots. She thinks those are cute so she wears those kind of things a lot lmao.

LEAST FAVORITE ACTIVITY: Moving constantly. She’s found a stable place as of right now, but she’s always prepared to leave in case she’s found. 

LEAST FAVORITE SUPERPOWER: Mind control or soul manipulation. 

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT HUMANITY IN GENERAL: How blind humans are to the things going on around them, and how they’ll blindly follow things if it brings them comfort.

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT BEING IN LOVE: Feeling vulnerable.

Those words fueled her. They were her purpose. They meant everything to her, because she had to believe that her creation was for a reason. That she meant something to the world. 

“You were bred for war.” 

Those words destroyed her. When Samael had spoken those words, her whole world came crashing down on top of her. She sank to her knees, feebly reaching for any kind of answer. She was a weapon- that was her divine purpose. 

“We will come back for you, Simikiel.” 

Those words fueled her. For years, she had latched onto the hope that they would come back for her. That they didn’t leave her there to suffer an even worse fate. That they wouldn’t have purposefully left her there. 

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