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almxst-angelic · 3 years
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A warm, heartfelt melody played from her lips as fingers tapped at the saddle she rode upon.  Ginger curls bounce, loosely tied back and bound in soft strings to keep it somewhat organized away from her features.  The elf would soon find a silver gaze resting upon him with furrowed brows dancing upward with intrigue.
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“--Oh.”  Freckled cheeks warm at the unusual greeting.  A bandit?  How silly!  Quickly a smile took hold with gaze dropped briefly out of shyness.  What an alluring, and strange man she had encountered.  Though as she drew closer, it was clear he was not quite a normal man at all, but what appeared to be an elf of sorts?
“I-I hope I’ve not interrupted you.” she inquired politely, brushing a straying curl back behind her ear gently.
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                              Innocence. A pretty little mask.           A charade to fool the foolish, and a cloak to hide the dagger. 
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   Calmly the elf would wait where instructed, simply leaning against a tree alongside a dirt pathway, an ordained meeting of him and his next target companion. Donning his ‘mask’ as a kind smile, a second face for one so practiced. A pleasant hum softly filling the air as he waited patiently…a tune eerily similar to the song being sung by the now approaching traveler on horseback.
   “My my, I could hear ya a mile away! Lucky me, I thought you’d be some bandit or somethin’ ‘til I heard your tune. Unless you’re some weird monster with a love o’ music…then I s’pose I’m glad my last moment were filled with a good song.”
   A kind and playful greeting given as the traveler approached, the elf casually moving into the pathway to make himself known, eyes closed and smile wide.
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one word m o o d b o a r d ; hygge
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almxst-angelic · 3 years
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Name: Jophiel;  יוֹפִיאֵל, "beauty of God", "divine beauty" Alias:  Iophiel, Iofiel, Jofiel, Yofiel, Youfiel, Zophiel (Tsophiel צֹפִיאֵל, "spy of God", "watchman of God") and Zuriel (Tsuriel צוּרִיאֵל, "my rock is God") Title: the Archangel of Wisdom, Understanding and Judgement, and the Patron of Artists and Illumination.
Jophiel, the Father of Abigail, most strongly associates with art, dreams, creativity and inspiration.  Music is the strongest attribute she inherited from her Father, and uses it to inspire, and bring hope to those lost in despair.  She hears music in everything.  It is the guiding light that draws her to her next destination.  It’s what whispers in the back of her mind, telling her who needs help, and where she may come across them.  Perhaps her Father plays a hand in this actively. 
Despite her early diagnosis of schizophrenia as a child, she has prospered as a talented musician helping to recenter those who have become so off balance and lost in the woes of the world.
Stormy has spent her entire life dedicated to helping people.  She is incredibly open to the versatility of the world, though violence is one of the few things she truly dislikes.
Her birth Mother was extremely kind, and compassionate as well.  She was a musician also, though she lived to entertain rather than set out like Stormy had, to help so many people.  She was content to remain where she was, and perform in theater, or work simple jobs to make ends meet.
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almxst-angelic · 3 years
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He glanced up and inwardly groaned. She was so different from the people he usually worked with; grumbling at them was par for the course and they sassed him back just as readily. Stormy was a lot gentler and more timid, and he had to catch himself sometimes when he was in a bad mood in case he snapped at her.
That and the fact she was just so damn earnest about everything… whatever she was, there was a kind, sweet soul in there, and he’d be damned if he turned down her help just to prove a point.
Rolling his eyes at himself, he half-shrugged. “Well, if you’re already makin’ it, I guess it’d be rude to say no now. I appreciate the effort you’ve gone to… usually I’d just take a coupla extra slugs o’ whisky an’ let the booze burn out the germs.”
There was evident joy, and excitement in the young woman with a gentle clap of her hands together.  Her smile blossomed like a warm breath of sunlight, and off she went to fetch him the aforementioned soup and tea.  When she returned, it would be on a tray with a bit of buttered toast, chicken noodle soup, and the biggest mug she could find.  It smelled absolutely amazing and she was certainly proud of having been able to make it for him.
She set it aside hoping to help him sit up a bit so he could more readily eat the small meal, :”I - I would have made the bread from scratch, but.. “  The nephilim smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t want you to have to wait.”  A spoon, and a napkin also accompanied the meal set under the edge of the bowl.
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anonymous: could I have an aesthetic of an angel associated with bruises and healing? thanks!!
sure! hope this is alright :)
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almxst-angelic · 3 years
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☠——[
“Be not afraid, my dear. You will learn..in time.” Her confused and shocked demeanor told him everything he needed to know and more, she was unaware of so very much..what she was, what had happened..it was amusing in it’s own right.
“For now, I ask you to do but one thing as I proceed with my work. Calm yourself and attempt to grasp your sense of self once more, it will do me no good to speak with the silent dead. Not in this moment, at least.” His words would flow through the air like a calming whisper, a strange voice somehow reassuring in it’s every tone. The practiced speak of a caretaker.
            “I do imagine you have questions, yes?”
Yes... Questions.  So, so many questions.  As if all at once, she was lifting her hand to comb the spirals of red from her pale, freckled features.  A breath drawn in out of habit.  Relief.. A motion the dead had no need for.  Stormy’s eyebrows rose, her lips a light tremble perhaps not for her own passing, but for whatever fate might become of the shadow she saw.
“Y-you’re--” a hesitation ceasing all thoughts.  What could she ask that wasn’t inappropriate?  Should she?  Lips pull inward to moisten with arms folding comfortingly about her form.  She found his voice to be... nice.  Warm.  Even comfortable, and it made her want to stay.  Like a child listening to a story, her attention was suddenly entirely upon this being.
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“I-I’m sorry.”  Helpless even in the afterlife, it seems.  She was ever so shy, and cared not to overstep herself, “Could you tell me who you are?  And --- why... why am I here?”
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almxst-angelic · 4 years
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GASP
I found Stormy’s login again!  Hooray I’m back!  Life took all the attention, but I’m here again.  Hope everyone is doing very well! <3
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Ay the move is done and stuff.  Just settling in.  Gonna try to get some replies out soon <3  Thanks everyone for being so patient with me!
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Tomorrow, hm? How many more of those would there be before it all comes to a screeching halt? Ah, but V could not shed any light on that. Ignorance was bliss, and he had surely lived an easier life before he came to know of the things that he had but to hide in mind and bosom. He could not help the drifting of his thoughts, but he did rein them in at present. His guidance was requested, and… he had to lend it. But the shyness he saw in her: it was reminiscent of a tender age, his adolescent years spent in darkness of all forms, internal as much as external, and it was with some lingering resentment that he would look back and remember. But it was folly to dwell on the past, and he hadn’t cared to spend his time in lamentation. His eyes had not betrayed the portrait he offered to onlookers, the stranger before him included. As if nothing at all had affected him, V offered a pleasant little look along with those smoldering peridot embers.
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Flexing the fingers curled around his cane averted any muscle tension that may come to bother him later. “The heart,” he answered in response to her question, “is a rather tough thing to get to, isn’t it?” He spoke ambiguously for whatever reason, his motive and meaning hidden from the ears that listened. It was possible his mind hadn’t returned from what little roaming it wanted to do, but he was quite grounded, present and heedful. “Nevertheless… I can take you to it. If you’ve business there, then you mustn’t delay. Tell me first what’s most pressing to you.” He needn’t comment on the “bother” she imposed: a small detour would not damn the world, he supposed. If he had to be truthful, and he likely would be in little time to come, he had not been privy to the scene supposedly occupied by musicians like her, but it only came to reason that within the city center she would more than likely find all that she sought. Thus, he was at once ready to assist her, at her service for the time being as he stood by in patient wait.
He was surely proving to have been a good choice for questions.  He seemed polite, with interest piqued at what words he allowed to flow from his lips.  Something about the way he spoke them tugged lightly at something inside of her.  Perhaps its the artists soul that conjures contemplation to the mysteries of this individual.  Wonder pressed by the flex of his vocal chords; his presentation not missed.  It made her wonder if he were perhaps a writer, or someone who enjoyed expressing himself in various forms appreciated by the artistic eye or ear.
Or she was dawning too much interest in the manner of which he moved, and spoke.  It was human nature to want to find similarities between strangers; to locate common interest so not to feel so alone in unfamiliar places.
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How she wanted to offer a response to his words about hearts.  Yet she stopped herself, perhaps a bit timid at the idea of embarrassing herself.  Fortunately whatever gap of silence was quickly filled as he agreed to helping her with this.  His inquiry beckoned a slight side-tilt of her head in consideration.  A skyward glance, searching for signs of sun or moon that might help her decide if it were too late to play tonight.
“Somewhere to rest for the night.”  she finally answered as she adjusted the items stacked upon her back.  It was a lot of weight after a while.  Especially when standing for long periods in one place.
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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☠——[
Moments would pass, spent seconds feeling like minutes in this inky void. No horizon to be seen, no gruesome scene nor familiar streets, nothing. 
She was alone.             Her wounds were gone.                                      It was unbearably cold.
             “My oh my..”
A hushed tone would suddenly echo throughout the endless blackness that surrounded her, carrying throughout the air itself as if spoken down an empty tunnel. 
          “Now this is truly unfitting for one such as you, sloppy work at best. The wound is all jagged and appears almost accidental, fatal certainly, though by sheer chance it seems. It is no way for you to go, no way at all. 
                                                                    No matter..”
The words would seemingly trial off, tone slowly changing as if it was critiquing her fall. The very act itself was spoken of like some poorly executed play, as if the lead had forgotten their lines or a dancer had fallen. Yet, despite the criticisms she would suddenly be greeted with the sound of echoing footsteps growing closer. The vision of a pale, slender, and seemingly pleased gentleman would appear approaching from a distance.
“This is something that can be easily fixed. I am quite certain you have many questions and are rather concerned, though I trust this will answer the first of many..” A somewhat theatrical introductory gesture would be given, a far too formal bow and a sly smile aimed directly towards her.
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“Greetings, my dear. My name, as you may know it, is Death..and you have suffered quite the traumatic injury.”
What... had happened?  Granted only remnants of memories flashed in quickened blinks.  It left her confused as her hands tried to shift at her sides.  Sticky.  Warm.  It felt unnatural.  Foreign.  Wrong.  Ginger curls clung stained in sanguine, and she tried so desperately to move them free of her freckled cheeks and the view of her silvery eyes.  She tried to fix her disheveled clothing out of habit of unease.  But she felt...  frozen.  Disconnected from her body as she stood with overlapping layers of worlds set in her gaze, beyond her understanding.
The words managed to drag her gaze as if by instinct, pulling and clinging to the figure once he had appeared.  Posh in his dark threads.  She might have even gasped if her body could take in a proper breath, but even that seemed to have been stolen away.
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Another blink; another memory.  What had that silvery light been?  Was that... She internally gasped as a silhouette of another form lay not far from where she stood.  A phantom in this world.  Perhaps his soul was present, too.  Was that him screaming?  The begging and pleading a faint static beneath the crushing tap of what she perceived to be foot falls.
He was... bowing... And she could do nothing but stare.  She was dead...  It wouldn’t be fair to fight fate, would it?  He finds no argument from her.  If this is what was to be, then so be it..  Abby accepted this end.
Wait -- Did he say fixed?  Her eyes had managed to close for a moment, but slowly they crept back open to watch the stranger.  A stranger to no one and yet completely and entirely to all. 
What could he have meant by... fix it...?
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Jacob sighed as she pulled her hands back. Fair enough; he’d just make sure the innkeeper saw him and knew Abigail was on his tab. At least something to make up for ruining her night with his display.
“Jacob; I’m no ‘sir,” he teases gently. “I figured I might be polite, but I won’t force it on you. And…you’re welcome. More than. The Blighters’ve done enough to good folk such as yourself. I’m just here t’make a change or three.”
He could have swept a bow and left her there, but Jacob still hopped up to the door and held it open for her.
“At least let me make sure you’re settled, hm?”
This man appeared to be going above and beyond for her sake.  Was it so necessary?  She hadn’t thought herself important enough for all this.  The woman straightened slightly when the door was opened, and offered a helpless smile in response.  Polite, and warm.  The events of the night had waned slightly in her thoughts; brutality left on the wayside thanks to the courtesy Jacob showed, however she was careful none the less to not get too near to him.  Instinct, perhaps, guiding her motions at a distance to secure herself in his presence.
“If --” she started with fingers tangling into each other, and thumbs rubbed against skin as she spoke, “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble--” she continued, helpless to control the downcast gaze before she managed to muster the courage to look him in the eyes.  Oh, her heart was pounding!   Not for his appearance, but the fact she had managed to meet his gaze at all.  “C-could I ask you.. I -- If -- If it wouldn’t be prying too terribly much.  Perhaps.. In a less.. “ Her hands had quickened in their fussing, held close to her midsection, “--public.  N-not for anything inappropriate.” The ginger informed him promptly, nervous he might take the curiosity the wrong way.
“O-or here.” Abby offered as she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.  Odd as it might seem that her lack of trust would lead her to invite him into a position where he could harm her, however her curiosity had piqued enough to take a chance.  That, and she was certain she could scream very loud if he tried something.
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Yes... yes she was right.  Everything did.  Sometimes it was easier to blame someone.  To assume the worst when things go so terribly wrong in life.  But that quote as simple as it was, was the undoubted truth in the matter.
Where would she have been had things not gone the way they had?  Stormy felt it better not to linger on such thoughts, so when it came time to speak, she folds her arms around herself and offers a smile.  It held a hint of sadness, but mostly joy for the fact that this path in her life, had lead to helping so many.
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“Yes, it does.” she agreed completely, allowing the smile to grow a touch before her gaze had fallen back to the ground briefly, “I try to remember that.. No matter what.”
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     “Everything happens for a reason.” 
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Those words left her confused, and mildly upset.  Not worth a damn...?  She’d never say something like that.  Was this person mistaken?  “I-I don’t.” Ginger curls rolled around her pale features as she studied the woman before her.  Her hands fussed at the center of her torso, unsure how to proceed with the awkward conversation.
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She had felt something unusual with this woman, but beyond that -- she hadn’t the faintest idea who, or what the other was.  Bound as her nephilim blood was, hunches were nothing more than enhanced intuition.  Something that only whispered tiny details of the truth.  It never managed to paint a full picture.
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❝  I’ve always been here. I am the one who’ll heal you. I know you told her that I’m not worth a damn, but I know you know who I am. ❞
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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He was sick, and she was the only person there that could help him.  Far be it from her to force such things on someone, but Bobby was the first to really reach out and try to help her.  He had been like... well.. strangely... The father she never had.. Or an Uncle that knew what was what, who never let you down.
In any case, she might as well have considered him family by this point.
So when he ended up sick with what could well be the flu, Stormy was already working on some of her special recipes to try to remedy the ailment.
“Please, Bobby.”  She gave him a soft, pleading look,  “I’ve already made fresh chicken noodle soup, and there’s a kettle on the stove for tea.  I have a lovely concoction that would help you recover faster.”  Stormy was still a bit timid, but not quite the stuttering, shy girl he had met initially.
The look he would find gazing so helplessly upon him, was filled with concern, and hope that he might give her a chance to do what she felt was the right thing.  Wide eyed, with eyebrows drawn upward together, and lips ever so slightly parted.  Freckled cheeks grew warm as hands fussed lightly with the apron she had opted to wear for the task.
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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imperatorre‌:
Unsatisfactory was the answer he’d been given. The details as to how she came to identify him were lacking, and it was that very point that held the most importance to him. So she’d heard the legend, she’d believed in it. How she came to conclude that the nephilim’s parents had died early was, as well, a point beyond his reasoning, and though it had made him wonder, it was by far to a lesser extent than he’d wondered about the former. His brows had not undone themselves from the soft knot previously formed, and the eyes beneath them remained as probing, intense as ever. He searched her expression, more or less, for something hidden away, but he would first have her account of things before he’d put effort into reading between the lines.
Her nervousness had not abated; the consequences of which rendered Vergil’s role as an audience a mite ambitious if only for the hesitation, the halting manner in which she spoke. Nonetheless, he listened keenly, understanding to some level the meaning of what was conveyed to him. It was really no wonder to him why the subject at hand was one fraught with difficulty for her. To him, at least, it appeared as though she had struggled with it—and why not? Her peers, the people in her environment, would likely have not been half as open to what she had to share as he had. He liked to think himself broadminded, with that circumference ever expanding. His patience, then, was a touchy thing at worst, but a gift at best for whosoever should find themselves at its opposite end.
Suddenly, this had become about her more so than the personage she sought. “Yes, I know what you’re trying to say. We call that intuition,” he informed with a tone as patient as his demeanor. “You could also call that your sixth sense, though that term for it isn’t as widely used. In any case, most, if not all, people have that ability. There’s only the matter of honing it, actually paying attention to it instead of it brushing it off. Too many people ignore intuition, or think of it as something novel rather than an inherent capability—and because it’s not there, in front of them, they don’t think it’s essential. While it’s true that harnessing one’s intuitive power is… a challenge, harder to learn—and one doesn’t necessarily need it as we would our other senses—that doesn’t make it a throwaway part of ourselves. In your case, I gather that it hasn’t been suppressed. In fact, it’s relatively strong, isn’t it? You can perceive things that so many can’t.”
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Vergil’s opinion on the matter came from firsthand experience. To be born a thing not human had gifted him with a clearly defined sixth sense that he had noticed from the first. It was just about impossible for one of his origins to turn a blind eye toward all that he felt and knew, and harder still for him to stamp it out. By contrast, he believed himself fortunate to have a sense of perception so indispensable. He had, likely, reminded her of what was already obvious. That would make continued interaction all the easier, wouldn’t it? Plus, now that he had provided her with validation, he would believe it all the easier for her to put an ounce of trust in him. On top of that ounce, more would likely pile. He believed in this weakness, found it a common human trait—though such a conclusion hadn’t rightly wiped away the uncertainty within him in regard to her essence. After all, his intuition told him a story he couldn’t quite organize. It was what had him wary, partly calculating, prompting him to keep her at arm’s length. Something about her he could not trust, though it couldn’t be ascertained whether or not that was his tendency toward paranoia influencing him upon the whole. Nevertheless, Vergil would cooperate as far as he felt comfortable. Confidence in his stature, his surroundings, in his might had afforded him the calm that he exuded. Essentially, one would behold a master in the heart of his domain. Only see how he carried himself, his weapon quite close to his person, and the awareness of those eyeing both him and the outsider attuned to their changes, their predatory instincts. If one should come traipsing along, it would be the furthest thing from a surprise.
For the present, the air about them was fair. A thought came to mind which prompted the nephilim to lift Yamato from the asphalt and to take two steps away. “I’m sure you have more to talk about. Let’s not stick around.” He’d gotten himself out of the way, motioning through simple action for his company to move ahead of him. That is, if she so wished it. “There’s nothing to worry about, but I don’t like the idea of having one too many pairs of eyes on me. People are going to take notice, and if not them– well, I think you understand. That’s one of the things you have on your mind, right?” They were situated not quite near the residential district; further in the city, more like, with a healthy distance between Paradise and where Vergil now stood. While it was not his intention to return home just yet, he would at least start on the way there. Have a change of scenery. Demons should not congregate in one place. Packs were a danger: this he wished to avoid, too.
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It was difficult to obfuscate the timid nature of the woman; hard to grip it and push it down under the gaze that felt so analytical upon her.  Even in his demeanor, she understood she was being watched.  She knew that she had to be a product of uncertainty in this encounter, and despite her own much more submissive position, she still worried she would come across as something she isn’t.  Something that might make him question her intentions by physical confrontation.
Yamato caught her attention every time he moved the weapon.  Silvery eyes dropped down to it, and back up to what she perceived as a stoic expression lay open upon Vergil’s visage.   He hardly had to try to be the alpha; hardly an effort to present himself as one above.  Even if that wasn’t his intention, it was certainly her perception forcing her to remain somewhat meek in response.
Stormy was not fond of confrontation of any sort.  She hated to put people in awkward positions, or cause them to feel uncomfortable, or threatened.  Deep down the quiet pang of concern dwell with the outcome of this meet and greet falling to the end of her existence.  He was validating her in his words, yet she felt a bit foolish for trying to describe something that would easily be defined as intuition.  It was, in fact, but she felt it was more than that.  Like a dream that warns against something happening the following day, or week, or month. 
Bags and instruments shifted against her back as she pulled firmly upon the straps holding them securely to her form.  Self conscious, the ginger’s eyes darted back down to stare at the ground a moment before she started to simply walk upon his beckoning.  She could barely look up, but when she did, she hardly met his gaze directly.  Trust came easy for her; exploited as it sometimes was, and she openly offered it to him when he brought up valid concerns for avoiding eavesdroppers, and possible other issues that come with speaking openly about such sensitive topics.
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As the distance between them waned with intent to walk ahead, albeit somewhat disoriented by the unfamiliar streets, some odd features might catch the nephilim’s attention.  Under a sleeve the scar of something having pierced the top of her wrist was faint, but in the right light it might become more evident.  And upon her hands where a sixth digit may have resided, was a surgical scar suggestive of its removal.  Perhaps not in the slightest bit significant, but certainly not of the norm.
When she passed him, she helplessly studied him with wide, curious eyes, absently brushing slightly dirty fingers against her temple to collect the red spirals behind her ear.  She made little effort to hide the fact with her freckled brow wrinkling with light concern, and interest.  “I-I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any discomfort.” she offered in a soft tone, genuinely worried she might have actually caused some issue for him by approaching him at all.
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almxst-angelic · 5 years
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Hey guys!  Quick update.  I’m alive, and kicking strong, but RL has been slamming me something fierce and I’m just trying to get it all sorted out before the move at the end of the month.
Hiatus shall continue for now.
I appreciate everyone’s patience.  You’re all fantastic, and I miss writing with you.  I hope everyone has been well.  Take care of yourselves <3
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