❝ though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil
The demon gave her a chuckle, blue orbs showing how much amused he actually was. “Alright. Right you are, as you almost always say to be”, slight sarcasm and a sprinkle of mocking came into his words. He’d never admit to her being correct in most of her assumptions. But, alas, that was the case most often than not. “Is that so? We’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”
“But I always deserve them”, it smirked, teasing and play in its tone. It wished to leave her begging for its touch, for its lips. But he knew the more it tried to bother her, the more it flirted and provoked the more it would wish to cave in itself. So it merely watched her from a distance, then, wondering on its next move. The demon very slowly approached her again, one wing brushing against hers gingerly. The very smirk it had been displaying faltered at the use of the word fledgling. “Even if I have agreed I am sort of a fledgling when under the power of this spell, must you keep using the word”, the was a slight pout as the words left it. Still, it couldn’t deny its excitement. To fly, and more than that to fly with her. It would surely be fun. It obviously worried about the state she was in, it could tell she tired more easily now. Still, it trusted that she wouldn’t exhaust herself only to please it.
In its eyes, she was perfect in every way. It was not about looks, it ran deeper than that, it was her whole being. She made it better, stronger and more determined. More than that, she made it strive for those things, for those changes. “It’s the truth”, it spoke, hands clasping her own. “And I love you, too.” More than I thought possible, a thought, a short expression left unspoken as its eyes watched her with an overbearing fondness. “Either way, how about we try to get me off the ground, huh?”, he suggested, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I think I’m ready to face a cliff or two.”
She just shook her head at that, a thin smile playing on her lips as Contractor went along with the little game. “Thanks for admitting that for the first time in forever,” she teased him, rolling her eyes just a bit. Azrael was well aware he was probably never going to actually admit that, but at least they could have fun with it for now. Her thin smile curved up into a smirk and she shrugged nonchalantly though her dark blue irises were anything but nonchalant. “I look forward to it.”
Azrael put her hand over her heart dramatically, shaking her head at him once again. “Oh of course my dear, you always deserve the boundless compliments I give you,” she lamented, trying to keep a straight face though that hardly last a long time before she started laughing again, her faux-sincere expression turning into an amused grin. She found it much too difficult to keep a straight face considering how Contractor was watching her, looking like he wanted to cave so badly. Though of course, she realized her own expression probably didn’t look much better. She felt an involuntary shiver as his wing brushed against hers, but she did her best not to let his effect on her show. “Of course I do,” she grinned, reaching up to pat his head as if he were a petulant child. Which, when it came down to it, may have been exactly what Contractor was more often than not. Of course she couldn’t deny the rather petulant butterflies in her stomach as Contractor’s expression changed, and she smiled as he took her hands. “Good,” she smiled, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips.
Az wasn’t entirely sure if Contractor knew what he was getting himself into, but she grinned regardless, nodding at him. “Well, if you say so,” she replied, shrugging a bit and stepping away and towards the edge of the cliff several yards away. “Come on then,” she called, waiting for him to catch up as she stared off over the impressive height. It was midway, the sun still high in the sky and bright enough to illuminate the valley stretching out before them. Just another city, rather unsuspecting, and certainly unaware of what was going on up on the cliffs. Azrael turned to Contractor then, pulling her wings up against her back so they wouldn’t get in the way. “The goal is to flap your wings before you hit the ground. And then get air. It’s…not as easy as it sounds, though some angels can get it on the first try. It really depends. You jump off, extend your wings, and get a good couple of beats in. Easy enough explanation,” Az finished, grinning at him. “So, ready when you are.”
KEVIN IS THE MOTHERFUCKING SACRIFICE!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN
(Source: spntweets, via scarredbyxhellfire)
“That’s true.” Her smile didn’t reach the eyes. Some people where condemned on the womb, other condemned themselves once they where old. It was only a matter of time and of wise -or not-so-wise decisions. “But how rude of me, to speak of such topic over food. Do excuse me, dearest, for I have intruded too much in your personal life.” And yet, she was not about to give information on her own. That’s what the job thought you: learn about them while they learn almost nothing of you.
Azrael’s gaze traveled back to her mostly untouched food before Libi started to speak again. She gave the woman a tight smile, shaking her head a bit. “No it’s alright. I could have kept all of this to myself if I’d really wanted to, but I spoke anyway,” she explained. Maybe these weren’t the most impersonal of conversations, but Az couldn’t take back what she’d said. She just took a larger bite of the cake on her plate, tilting her head a bit. “Besides, you seem like the kind of person who likes collecting stories like mine.”
(Source: thefallenangelofdeath)
David wasn’t one to beg. But he was on the verge of it. The taunting of her movements, all barely even granting him pleasure, ended up leading him to lay a hand behind her head. He didn’t pull of push her, merely urging her own as he traced his fingertips in the mane of her hair. And he was more than glad with the motion of her tongue, knuckles whitening on the hand that gripped the counter, the other grabbing at her hair more firmly. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be long, all the pent-up lust burning inside of him even before she began with her touches.
Dia couldn’t help but smirk a little bit when David’s hand ended up on the back of her head, and she kept moving her tongue around in an almost taunting way. Even now she was still teasing him, not giving into his obvious desires right away. She looked up, watching his expression before her mouth really went to work, her head bobbing up and down against his length, her lands feather-light against the side of his thighs. Dia could feel that David wasn’t going to hold out much longer, and the thought gave her quite a bit of satisfaction as her mouth worked him.
Her eyes darted between Dia’s, eyebrows darting down. She could tell by the other girl’s expression that it was something serious, but Leni didn’t want to pry. ”Not all hunters are like that. Slowly but surely, less and less of them are.” Letting the subject change completely, she nodded, “It probably is liver. I mean, have a bad heart, okay… Have a bad liver and you can’t drink. All hell breaks loose.” She made a face, sticking her tongue out slightly, “Eck. Enochian. I forgot all about that,” she shuddered. Her father had taught her how to speak it when she was little, before she even learned English. She hated it, not that she had a good reason to. ”I haven’t ever associated them with each other… but you have a point. Now I’m going to confuse them—tell whore jokes when I mean to exorcise, great.”
“Heart attacks aren’t that big a deal, remember? It’s liver failure that you have to worry about,” she laughed, wrinkling her nose as she wrapped her arms around Dia’s shoulders. ”Oh, no, this is completely normal.”
“Well I know that,” Dia stuck her tongue out, not necessarily at Leni, but just at the thought of hunters. She’d met a few she could somewhat get along with, and she knew about the whole Winchester thing Leni had going on, so she wasn’t about to go on a rant and group all of them together. She suddenly gasped, very dramatically too, and put her hands over her heart. “Oh God, not be able to drink?! I think I would die!” Diana exclaimed before breaking into a long bout of laughter for a few moments.
Dia tilted her head a bit when Leni started talking about Enochian. Obviously the other girl had something against the language. Dia wasn’t the biggest fan of the angelic native language either, but she liked the way it sounded when her mother sang. Not that she was ever going to admit that. “Yeah…my mom still won’t explain the whole ‘breed with the mouth of a goat’ joke. I don’t get it,” she shrugged.
“Oh yeah, totally forgot,” she laughed lightly, still waiting for Leni to hop onto her back. She grinned when the girl did and shrugged. “When have either of us ever been normal?” Dia asked, giving one final sweep around the area to make sure no one was watching. And no one was, so in a sweep of feathers, Dia’s mightnight-black wings faded into existence. “Hold on,” she smirked before she they both disappeared up into the air. Dia would have just poofed them to where they needed to go, but aside from the fact that Leni’s expression had been priceless, she figured it wouldn’t help letting Leni know what the experience would be like.
(Source: thefallenangelofdeath)
Ashley Azraelia Baines | 20 | Governess
You taste like heaven, but God knows you’re built for sin. - Built for Sin by Framing Hanley
“You take one look at me and you think you know me? You don’t know anything.”
Bio: Ashley is an angel fallen from grace so to speak. Her father was wealthy, powerful. The man was so great he owned towns, had people crawling underneath him like ants. All was right in their little kingdom. At least…that’s what people told her. But everything changed with her mother died. Mrs. Baines had always been sickly, no one even expected her to live as long as she did. But she prevailed, living long enough to bare several lovely, though very broken, children. Ashley is one of several Baines children, the youngest and least influential of the bunch. Being last born and a woman in these times…well, it doesn’t make for good circumstances when your father begins to spiral into debt.
Marriages started being arranged faster than Ashley could ever keep up with. The oldest Baines, Lucian, was thrown out the second the drinking started. Ashley remembers hiding behind Gabriel as Lu and their father fought, but there was nothing the younger children could do. Lucian was gone, and Michael, though heartbroken over Lucian being kicked out, stuck by their father’s side. It was a trying time for the children, and while Gabriel tried his best to watch over a growing Ashley, there was little he could do when she met him.
Evan Sinclair popped in and out of Ashley’s life faster than a shooting star. He was the one thing she counted on, loved above anyone else. And her father hated it. He wanted Ashley to marry into a rich family, save them all from destitution. But Evan wasn’t rich, he was just a merchant’s son, and a poor merchant at that. But Ashley didn’t listen. They were in love.
Everything changed when Evan died. It was just a trip around the country, he wasn’t supposed to be gone more than a week. But Evan never came back. The ship was caught in a storm. Everyone died.
Ashley spiraled after that. She lost it. And her father couldn’t handle another wayward child, so like Lucian before her, and several of the other Baines children, she was thrown out onto the streets. Ashley…well she did a lot to survive. She still does. She’s a governess now, not nearly as influential as she once could have been. But it doesn’t matter now. All she wants is to be left in peace.
But when has she ever been that lucky?
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A furrow of her brow came to the features of her porcelain visage at his explanation, causing the blonde, after a few prolonged moments after they’d finally come to a stop, to speak in a soft, breathless tone of voice. “Well it would seem that I owe you my life on more than one occasion. I have no idea what would have happened if they hadn’t been diverted for those few brief moments.”
All of a sudden, a few passing, lingering moments blew by like whiplash, and then the demons had, quite abruptly caught up with them, her own slender form now poised secured behind his own, to which, minty orbs speculated and narrowed, watching the scene before them with a growing sense of wariness.
For the oddest of reasons she wasn’t able to explain, the blonde, to a certain extent, understood the language with which the man before her spoke, soon rev-elating with a pout of her lips at the fact with which the demon pointed out, a wound. And then, one of them jumped. It was as if everything had come to play by in slow motion, the ancient elf observing the demons every movement.
And quickly pouncing to action, a light which mimicked the color of her own brilliant orbs radiating from the centers of her palms, a sinister grin upon her coral tinted lips as she stood in front of the man. “You shall not touch him.” the elvish wording rolling off her tongue like a deadly silk, before she quickly sent the one whom attacked aflame with a burning blue fire, scattering to ashes within a few measly moments.
The second demon, upon watching this, spat out with a viper like vengeance. “Ancient, heathen elf queen. the words coming with a hiss before it too, came to lunge towards the blonde, only to nearly suffer the same fate, the creature near death, as the elvish woman fell far too weak to conjure enough of her abilities in such a short time to exterminate him, soon crumpling to the ground, the last thought entering her mind, was that of a prayer, that the man would be able to finish the job she’d left undone.
Azrael could hear the strain in the woman’s voice, and as much as he wanted to stop and allow her to rest, he knew that would almost certainly mean death for the both of them. He kept running as she spoke, picking up a bit more of her weight. Under normal circumstances, Az wouldn’t have had a problem just carrying her out of there, flying away, but he was injured visibly as well as carrying a shuddering, unseen broken wing. “You can thank me later, when I get us out of this mess,” he told her, his voice a bit strained but not suffering from the same tiredness as hers.
At this rate, with the demons standing before them, Azrael was really hoping he’d be able to keep that promise to her. His blade was tucked safely under the sleeve of his hoodie, just a twitch away from being in his hand as the first demon came at them. He barely had time to blink before the a green light illuminated the entire scene, and he could feel the ethereal flames from the blaze. Az stared at the woman’s power, knowing right away that she hadn’t been human. He heard her speak, a language that took him a few moments longer than usual to process and understand, and by the time he had the demon was nothing but ash. You’re not even from this plane of existence…he thought, not entirely sure if the words had come out of his mouth or not, the Archangel was far too in awe of her abilities.
Azrael snapped out of it the moment he started to watch her sway. The second demon spoke and in a few swift movements, Az had caught onto the woman, pressing her face against his chest as a bluish-black and white light took the place of the green. The demon burned up inside the human, eyes burning out of their sockets before the empty body fell to the ground. The light evaporated after a moment, and Az looked down at the woman who had clearly passed out. “Hey…hey! Hey, come on, wake up!” he lamented, trying to shake her a bit.
Az cursed in Enochian once again, making a pale blue bolt of lightning shine in the distance though it wasn’t nearly as powerful as the one before. He lowered the woman to the ground, checking her over though he couldn’t pin-point what was wrong. This definitely wasn’t going as planned, if there had ever been one. “Well…I promised I’d get us out of this,” he murmured, shifting the blade further up his sleeve before heaving the woman up into his arms. He had some walking to do, but for now, he could ignore his injuries.
He couldn’t find words to throw back at her, his mind not being exactly efficient with her touching him exactly where he needed. But it was going so painfully slow, he needed her grip to be firmer. David tried to control his breathing, swallowing dry once she began descending before him. The anticipation made him tense, eyes stuck on her. And there it was, exactly what he needed, another sound of pleasure being pulled out of his being once her tongue came to find his skin. His hands gripped at the counter behind him, head thrown back as he was inside the cavity of her mouth.
She hummed in satisfaction at all of David’s responses, her mouth barely moving against his length. Dia hummed some more, hoping the vibrations would do something for him as she gently ran her fingers along the backs of his thighs. Her tongue seemed to develop a mind of its own, swiping up and down for a few moments before is started moving around in elaborate, wet circles. Diana only kept that up for so long before she finally started moving her mouth, her lips applying pressure all around David’s stiff member.
