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Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect, I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight

     ✗ — “ 𝑰 can bring you tea or coffee if that’s what you’re craving? “ The angel tilts her head to the side slightly, looking over at the redhead with a soft smile gracing her features. She takes a few steps forwards then, leaning against the railing as she saw the other doing, lips pursing together slightly. “ I can bring you some, it’s really no issue. “

     ✗ — 𝑨 soft smile takes Samandriel’s lips at the other’s reaction, slinging the sweater over her arm as she looks at the lilac coloured appendage protruding from her back. “ You can touch them if you want. But you’re right, there is worse ways we could have met. “

     ✗ — 𝑻he angel knows she shouldn’t have done that, but a part of her doesn’t care. Maybe it’s the part that Crowley tampered with in her head. She was just a broken angel, after all. A young angel who didn’t know any better. She pulls away abruptly, big blue eyes watching him curiously. “ I am... R E A L L Y sorry about that... “ She breathes out, shaking her head as she moves away from him, petals from the flower crown falling from her hair.

     ✗ — 𝑯er first vessel, while it had held out for quite some time, had finally gave in on her. The human inside had expelled her from the body, leaving Samandriel in her true form to try and find a new vessel to take on. And f a s t. This girl was lonely, and gave Samandriel consent for just one easy price. Allow her to see her mother one last time. Which Samandriel did, she took this girl to heaven to see her mother and she was given the consent needed to take over the body. The wings were the worst part though. She had gone through this when she landed here in New York initially, the large appendages ripping through the skin of her back and making themselves known. Her shirt is basically falling apart afterwards, and she doesn’t know who else to go to other than Hiro. She’s there in a b e a t, stood outside the door of his apartment with her hands holding up the small remains of her shirt to cover her breasts. “ Hiro! “ She calls, feeling the blood seep down her back from the holes her wings had left, one hand holding the thin fabric as the other comes up to bang on the door. “ Hiro, it’s me! Sam! “ This vessel sounded much different, instead of her first vessel’s soft Italian accent, this body had a strong Boston one. 

     ✗ — “ 𝑨n angel, yes. “ She nods her head, slipping off her sweater so the wings that were confined within it can stretch out, a soft smile taking Samandriel’s lips. She was getting better at controlling them, so she couldn’t complain too much about her wings being physical things in this world. “ I was not created to kill the humans, I was created to PROTECT them. And to exist as my own being, to make imagination a thing. “

     ✗ — 𝑺amandriel’s brows draw together, but she decides to drop the subject. While it still irritates her, there’s point in making comment when he so obviously doesn’t care. “ It’s a very complicated situation. In my true form, my wings are visible. When I take on a human body, they’re not. But when I ended up here, they are. Well, I am not a human, so I suppose that it would make sense I look less human. “ A small shrug of the angel’s shoulders then, lunging forward so she can start walking a few steps behind him. “ Are you going to at least tell me where we’re going? “

     ✗ — “ 𝑰t’s Enochian, I’m an angel. The Angel of Imagination, to be exact. “ A small smile takes Samandriel’s lips, soft brown eyes watching the blonde woman. “ The pleasure is all mine, Judith. “ The question makes her pause for a moment, brows drawing together. “ You could... Consider me a friend, I suppose. I don’t quite know what to call myself. “

     ✗ — 𝑻his may be crossing some sort of line, but she’s got the consent she needs. Samandriel was created to protect the humans, not canoodle with them. But who cares, Heaven shunned her away anyways. “ I think that is a lie, but thank you anyways, Hiro. “ Samandriel laughs softly, watching Hiro closely for a second. “ I’m not going to murder you, Hiro. “ The angels were never very good with JOKES, they always went right over their heads. Always. Without fail. But she’s moving forward with elegance, the strong appendages protruding from her back ruffling softly as she basically presses herself into his lap, lips quickly pushing themselves against his. She just wanted to test it. At least, that’s what she’s telling herself.

     ✗ — 𝑨 bright smile takes the angel’s lips as she looks at the flower crown in his hair, nimble fingers brushing through his hair gently. The lilacs look PRETTY in his hair, and a small pout takes her lips as he removes the flower crown to place atop her head instead. Sitting on the bed of her apartment in front of him, her knees pressed against his, a STRONG desire is creeping up in her vessel’s chest, a desire of affection. It’s o d d, Samandriel has never wanted something like this. “ I think it looked better on you. “ Her voice is small and soft, though a faint blush creeps along her cheeks. “ Hiro... May I try something? “

     ✗ — 𝑺he blames her wings for being so noisy. She didn’t mean to SNEAK up on this woman, she simply wanted to sit and enjoy the view, but it seemed the redhead has beat her to it. “ Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I didn’t know anybody else was here. As for tea and coffee, I’m afraid that I do not have that. “

     ✗ — “ 𝑫efinitely not Hiro. “ A soft laugh falls past the angel’s lips, eyes watching the blonde for a moment before her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Hands tuck themselves into the pockets of her Hiro’s sweater, speaking up when judith directs the question towards her. “ Samandriel... But, you can just call me Sam. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Judith. “

     ✗ — 𝑻he angel curls into Hiro’s sweater as she walks back to his apartment, mumbling quietly to herself. “ Hiro? “ She calls quietly, pushing open the door to step in. Usually she just lets herself in, but when she does, she’s met with... A blonde woman? “ You’re most definitely not Hiro... Who are you? “

     ✗ — 𝑻he sound of Hiro’s voice makes her heart DROP, his words entering one ear and going out the other. He wanted her to heave? Yeah, like T H  A T was gonna happen. Soft brown hues watch him, lips turning into a frown as she looks at the boy. There’s an odd feeling towards Hiro that she doesn’t want to address, especially since it’s something so HUMAN. “ Hiro.. “ Her voice is soft, moving to stand in front of his chair. A pale hand comes up to stroke his cheek, her palm cupping hs cheek in her hand. “ Hiro, I’m not going ANYWHERE. You can say all you want, it does not affect me.. “ 

L I K E ! for a starter from S A M A N D R I E L.

     ✗ — 𝑻he angel furrows her brows as the male calls out to her, stopping in her tracks as she thinks over the question then. “ Well, I’m no time traveller, but I AM capable of exploring both those things. “ She chuckles softly, looking at him as she quints her eyes, thinking over the question. “ But no, I don’t think I’d choose New York, especially if I had just been there. “ Samandriel nods her head, hands tucking into the pockets of her rather large coat. She needed something to contain her wings, this worked perfectly. “ May I ask what this very important point is? “

     ✗ — 𝑭or the love of her father, she had to get used to these things! She tries to maneuver her way through the city crowd as best she can, the heavy appendages curled against her back. Maybe she should pay more attention, or maybe she should focus on keeping her wings in line as one shoots out to knock some poor boy down, a mortified look taking the angels face. “ Oh goodness, I’m so sorry! “ She offers out a hand to help him up to his feet, teeth sinking into her her bottom lip.