azlariel asked:
Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.

With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep. 

My eyes came back up to him, blank with surprise. “No?” Stepping away from the ladder to give him room. “Then how?”

Scrambling down the ladder, he has to look up in order to actually see Cyrus’s face; the difference is a bit disorienting, finally just looking away after that. “As they are is enough.”

"As they…oh." I blinked, then nodded. He wanted them…raw. The idea made my stomach turn. Not because of any sanitary reasons, just thought thought of the slimy texture- bleh.

"Okay, uh.." Going to the fridge, I opened it to pull out the carton of eggs and just stared at it for a second before looking back to Az uncertainly. "You want them in the shells? Or…I could get a bowl.."

In the shells please?” He’s already looking forward to it, the anticipation clear in his voice as he tries to smile up at his brother, doesn’t quite manage the expression.

I blinked again, but nodded quickly. “Sure! Uh….here!” Looking down at the carton in my hand then turning suddenly to offer it to him.




(( doodle of Hellhound Cyrus XD;  My camera is dead so I had to use my webcam…. the quality suffer lol  )) 

(( doodle of Hellhound Cyrus XD;  My camera is dead so I had to use my webcam…. the quality suffer lol  )) 




azlariel asked:
"I want to always protect you." [so who ordered the dish of feels with the side of how dare you]

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

Looking up from behind the cloth I had pressed to my bloodied eye, I smiled gently. He would guard me…that used to be my job and mine alone. It touched something deep in my heart and I leaned closer to touch my forehead briefly to his in a oddly familiar gesture. My body hurt when it moved, but it was worth it. “Thank you..”

[[ I BELIEVE THAT WOULD BE YOU??? XD ]]

Once they’re inside, he’s careful to close the door behind them as best as possible, having to move slowly in order to get Cyrus seated. Something he hoped would help, looking around the small cabin for something to stem the bleeding he can still smell.

Teeth clenched on a groan, I bent to help as he eased me down on the futon. Blood smeared on the dark blue fabric, but I’d have to worry about it later. Just then all I wanted was to stop hurting - I was fairly certain at least a couple of my ribs were fractured. 

Doing his best to be quick now, he finally locates the case he’d been told about before returning to Cyrus. Whether or not it would actually help, he didn’t know for sure.

Taking short breaths, I held my side tightly, probing gently with my fingers to see it- “Ngh!” I grunted under my breath. Yep, a cracked rib. 

The pain was arresting but it faded, leaving room for the other aches and pains to ease back into place. Grasping a towel from the arm rest with my free hand, I pressed it to the wound above my eye, staunching the flow finally. 

"Is there an-" What was it called? I heard it in one of the hospitals… " ‘ace’ bandage?" I asked, eyeing the box curiously with my good eye as he brought it back to the futon.

Eyes narrowing when he hears that, his attention flickers up toward Cyrus before returning to what he had been doing.

Searching through the kit, he’s trilling quietly to himself, an attempt at keeping both of them calm before it briefly rises in pitch, holding the asked-after item up to where Cyrus can see it. “This?

"Yes! Yeah.." Wincing lightly and cupping my side. I can feel his stress and I want to reassure him, but I’m sure it would be more convincing if I could do it without seizing in pain. "I need to wrap it…around.." Gesturing vaguely at my rib cage.




azlariel asked:
Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

destinys-broken-wings:

Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.

With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep. 

My eyes came back up to him, blank with surprise. “No?” Stepping away from the ladder to give him room. “Then how?”

Scrambling down the ladder, he has to look up in order to actually see Cyrus’s face; the difference is a bit disorienting, finally just looking away after that. “As they are is enough.”

"As they…oh." I blinked, then nodded. He wanted them…raw. The idea made my stomach turn. Not because of any sanitary reasons, just thought thought of the slimy texture- bleh.

"Okay, uh.." Going to the fridge, I opened it to pull out the carton of eggs and just stared at it for a second before looking back to Az uncertainly. "You want them in the shells? Or…I could get a bowl.."




$10 sketches! Open

chocolatefrizz89:

Since my boss gave me a short hour week, I’ve got time to do some sketches! Plus, I need the money. lol

These are gonna be waist up, single character, traditional media sketches. :)  (if you’re wanting something else, send me a message, we’ll work something out.)

$10 a sketch.




brimstoneheart asked:
"Bound to Me" (AU >D)

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

brimstoneheart:

destinys-broken-wings:

Sighing sleepily, Cyrus turned on his side….only to be jolted awake when his arms stopped him. “Hm..?” He looked up at his wrists blearily, blinking as he tried to focus. They were…tied to the headboard? 

"We will see about that pleasure." She grinned, sensing the occasion and taking it. She knew he was being honest but it was too good to pass in their particular… position.

She tickled that sensitive patch of skin on his backgently, her arms around his torso. Reaching with one hand she pulled his chin toward her and kissed him, her tongue gently poking at his lips wanting to deepen it.

Slowly she started to rock her hips in his lap.

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She smiled feeling his moan as her tongue sneaked into his mouth teasing his with small brushes, his breath tickled her skin and she exhaled though her nose.

She pressed her chest to him, enjoying the lazy rhythm and the feel of him stretching her. It was good position. Her fingers traced over his back, drawing circles and spirals. His feathers tickled her and she liked the sensation oh so much.

His wings twitched in tandem with his length as she drew those gentle shapes across his so very sensitive skin.  He sighed a sounded breath into the kiss as she tasted him. Moving his lips against her’s, his tongue caressed her’s in a savoring lick. 

Feathers slid over her skin as his wings wrapped around her, in the same motion as his arm tightened around her waist. The press of her soft chest flattening against his, the warm skin on skin contact, made him groan. His lips strayed from hers to trail hot kisses along her cheek and jawline, moving down to her neck.




Mending Attempt

feathers-and-scales:

destinys-broken-wings:

I blinked at her dazedly, trying to process all those words. She was…apologizing? For… Oh!  Giving my head a short shake as if to clear some of the cobwebs, I rubbed at my face.

"That’s……" Hm..would it be a lie to say it was fine? She’d been extremely rude the first time we’d met, in fact I’d wanted to throw her out of the cabin and into the snow…but now she was apologizing, trying to make it right? I peered at her for a moment… I didn’t sense any malice or deception in her. Maybe it was best to give a second chance..?

Blinking again, sure I must look somewhat addlepated, I nodded slowly, giving my hesitant response. “Alright…” No lies from her, not that I was sensing….but something did seem off, even to my tired brain. 

I studied her for a moment longer, leaning on an arm against the door jam, my brow creasing lightly. “Are you okay?” 

She fret that he would not forgive her and during that long pause in his answer she held her breath. And then let it out relieved. Well probably he was being polite so she’d better not make it worse.

Her head jerked up in a tilt at his question. “Um… I will be.” she replied honestly. It was not her intention to bother him with her problems. It was nothing. 

She shifted on her feet not sure what to do, feeling awkward. This was a big loop hole in her plan. So what next.

"The Lamb… Heidi. She’s fine right?" she tried to start conversation.  

My brows quirked but I nodded. “She’s fine.” Granted, she wasn’t in the cabin just at that moment…but surely I would feel it if she was unwell or in danger…surely.  

Right now the only injury I was sensing was in the being standing before me. My head tilted and I studied her face intently. “You’re injured.” it wasn’t really a question, but I could tell. Maybe it wasn’t too severe, but something was paining her.

"Would you come in…?" Stepping to the side a little to illustrate the offer. I wasn’t completely sure how I felt about the woman, but…she seemed mostly sincere.




Mending Attempt

feathers-and-scales:

destinys-broken-wings:

feathers-and-scales:

Coming back from India, Amoxtli had a lot of time to think about many things among which was the incident from winter.

The dragoness decided that she needs to mend things up with the blue male. The lamb girl Amoxtli liked and she felt like they would be on good terms. Unfortunately the blue person…. Well she was pretty certain they will have hard time seeing eye to eye but she had to make an attempt to apologize.

Finding the cabin wasn’t hard since she remembered the scent of that place.She chose to come near dusk knowing she’d be more awake in the evening rather than in the morning.

Once she got there she raised her hand and knocked at the doors expecting someone to open.

The knock roused me from my nap, my head coming up slowly as I blinked wearily at the room. Someone was at the door, Heidi wasn’t there, I couldn’t sense her. That least it up to me to answer.

Dragging myself out of the soft bed with a groan, I wondered again if maybe I should take a break from my night time trips into the city. By the time I made it to the door, I was rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes, my drawstring pajama bottoms slung low across my hips - since I hadn’t bothered to pull them up. “Hell-“ 

My eyes widened as I opened the door to see… was this the snake woman? The dragon - that is what she’d called herself, right? “Oh…” I blinked, a mild reaction to my surprise given my still waking state.

Amoxtli fidgeted waiting for the doors to open and they finally did, revealing Cyrus behind them. Good! 

She tried to smile, not showing her teeth. “Hello. I hope I am not interrupting? I mean I was thinking about this for a longer while and I thought this might be a good opportunity… I just want to say that I am sorry for my behavior in winter.” she was speaking a bit fast and rambling but she never before was in such situation.

She shifted a bit still feeling the ache in her body from the fight couple days ago. Fighting demons wasn’t her thing after all.

I blinked at her dazedly, trying to process all those words. She was…apologizing? For… Oh!  Giving my head a short shake as if to clear some of the cobwebs, I rubbed at my face.

"That’s……" Hm..would it be a lie to say it was fine? She’d been extremely rude the first time we’d met, in fact I’d wanted to throw her out of the cabin and into the snow…but now she was apologizing, trying to make it right? I peered at her for a moment… I didn’t sense any malice or deception in her. Maybe it was best to give a second chance..?

Blinking again, sure I must look somewhat addlepated, I nodded slowly, giving my hesitant response. “Alright…” No lies from her, not that I was sensing….but something did seem off, even to my tired brain. 

I studied her for a moment longer, leaning on an arm against the door jam, my brow creasing lightly. “Are you okay?” 




A Fish Tale

azlariel:

runforthewild:

destinys-broken-wings:

When Azlariel spoke, I turned slightly to see him, and smiled. “I would, but” Glancing back at Heidi. She seemed pleased with her new ability, but I would stick close to her. If she wanted to swim further, so would I. “What do you think?”

Heidi continued to study the lines of her palms before realizing Cyrus was speaking to her on behalf of Azlariel’s question. “Uh?” she perked up, glancing between the two of them before smiling. She let her hands fall to her sides and said “Oh, yes! Yes, I would like that very much.”

Baring his teeth again in an imitation of a smile, his attention focuses on the other two, backing away in the water. “Then we should.”

It would be at least interesting, showing them what he usually saw down here.

The twist and swish of the new tail and fins are a little weird, but I moved easily through the water. Joining Az, I glanced back for Heidi, holding my hand out for her’s. It wasn’t really necessary, but I wanted to hold her hand…just for a moment. 

"How far will we go?" I asked Azlariel.




Oh Boys…

[[ Heidi catching Az and Cyrus trying to make flower crowns…..apparently Cyrus decided to make his with his mouth…]]




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