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. 

"Hmhm?" I yawned, blinking at Azlariel sleepily. Did he… was his skin different? Something seemed off and I rubbed my eyes again, trying to wake up, though the pull of sleep was strong.

Letting out a quiet trill of something like annoyance over his current state, he pulls away just enough to be able to see Cyrus’s face that much more clearly. “Wake up?”

Slipping naturally into the foreign tongue. “I’m trying, I’m trying!" I responded, catching the note of annoyance and pushing myself up on an elbow, still rubbing at my face. "I’m sorry- there was a bus crash and a room full of kids- it was just very tiring. I’m awake. I pro-…..Az?" I’d opened my eyes finally to look at him, and my words faded out when I registered what I was seeing. He was… different. A bit smaller, but not much. The most obvious change was his markings, or lack thereof. "What happened?" I blinked, reaching out in wonder to touch his unmarked forehead..




A Fish Tale

azlariel:

runforthewild:

Heidi reached her hand up and placed it over Cyrus’s. “I…”

She glanced back to the wound, which was still seeping some blood and clouding the water. “I do not know how to say it, but…” It was some form of magic, no doubt, but Heidi had noticed a strange pattern in the way it worked. Any time she tried to conduct it, the magic wouldn’t happen. But if it was a wound, well…if it was a wound, it worked. Granted, it only happened once with Bruce, but…could it happen again? Now?

Heidi held her hand over the would and gently placed two of her fingers over the puncture. 

Nothing happened. 

Then the faun slid her whole hand over the wound and squeezed her eyes shut. Please work…please work. If it worked this time, her theory was correct.

It was then, sure enough, that a faint golden glow began to emanate from the wound itself, the light peeking through the crevices of her fingers.

Just as curious as Cyrus was, he’s focused on what Heidi is doing. When nothing happens he lets out a quiet hum of surprise which turns quickly louder when the glow starts to appear.

Just what was going on he didn’t know, moving closer in order to see it better.

I winced when she set her fingers over the wound, but tried to hold still for her. I didn’t know what she would attempt, but I was more than willing to let her try. Especially if it would make her feel better. 

Waiting patiently, I was beginning to wonder what result she might be hoping for, when…it began to glow. I stared in wonderment, frozen, stunned. Then a big grin spread across my lips and I curved a bit closer to kiss Heidi’s cheek. “I knew there was something angelic in you.” I chuckled delightedly. Perhaps it wasn’t truly an angel’s healing, but I was excited for her none the less.




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:

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 ]]

They were…angry. I don’t know why." Another cough, softer this time. There was usually a lot of anger around the city, not always that intense, but… it hadn’t ever been aimed at me. "I didn’t realize it was me they were angry with.

One of my wing stubs twitched beneath my hoodie and I winced. Broken, definitely broken. My jaw clenched and I paused for a moment to let the sharp pain pass before pressing on.

He has to briefly shield his eyes when they step into the light, focus on Cyrus still more than the people nearby. It’s easier, right now, to ignore the looks they’re getting more than it usually was.

Unrealizing it, he’s hissing quietly still, disliking what  he’s hearing. They had to get home, he knew that. “Do you know who?

I shook my head, regretted it, then exhaled. “No. I didn’t see much- just felt the spike in emotion…" I could hear his hissing, feel his concern, and tried to walk a little easier. "It’s alright- I just need to get home.” I tried to reassure him, holding my ribs a little tighter.




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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:

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 ]]

The going was a bit slow, but Azlariel’s arm around my back helped immeasurably. The longer I walked - hobbled was more like it - the more pains I discovered. I was wrong about my legs. There was a sharp throb in the side of one of my thighs. Deep muscle bruise from the feel of it. One of those men must have gotten a good kick to my leg. At least that was one spared from my ribs.

Suppressing another cough, I turned my head away and spit blood in the dirt. Unsuccessfully trying to clear the coppery taste from my mouth. “I don’t understand this…" I exhaled roughly, trying to straighten and pressing on, my free arm wrapped around my ribs. 

What happened?” He could see the aftermath, letting out another louder hiss when he smells more blood. It’s worrying, in addition to seeing the condition his brother was in, enough to ignore that they were about to step into the open without himself being hidden.

They were…angry. I don’t know why." Another cough, softer this time. There was usually a lot of anger around the city, not always that intense, but… it hadn’t ever been aimed at me. "I didn’t realize it was me they were angry with.

One of my wing stubs twitched beneath my hoodie and I winced. Broken, definitely broken. My jaw clenched and I paused for a moment to let the sharp pain pass before pressing on.




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:

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 ]]

We should get back home.” Slipping out of English easily, he shifts in order to allow himself to get up, pausing just before standing and waiting for Cyrus first. The coughing was still worrying, not wanting to push the other faster than necessary.

I just nodded, suppressing another cough behind a groan as we started to move. Pushing myself to my feet and gritting my teeth against the pain in my back. At least my legs seemed to be alright. It was my ribs I was most worried about…and my wings - what bit was left of them at least. “Lead the way. Please." I asked, one hand gripping his shoulder for support.

Another quiet hiss, realizing what Cyrus must be feeling, and he has one arm around the other’s back to help support him still. “Of course.” His steps are slow and measured, making sure to check on Cyrus and keep partial attention on their surroundings.

The going was a bit slow, but Azlariel’s arm around my back helped immeasurably. The longer I walked - hobbled was more like it - the more pains I discovered. I was wrong about my legs. There was a sharp throb in the side of one of my thighs. Deep muscle bruise from the feel of it. One of those men must have gotten a good kick to my leg. At least that was one spared from my ribs.

Suppressing another cough, I turned my head away and spit blood in the dirt. Unsuccessfully trying to clear the coppery taste from my mouth. “I don’t understand this…" I exhaled roughly, trying to straighten and pressing on, my free arm wrapped around my ribs. 




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:

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 ]]

"Oh.." I chuckled slightly, but my ribs didn’t appreciate it and I winced. I was becoming more and more certain that a couple of them must be cracked if not broken. Courtesy of a couple of steel toed boots aimed at them in that moment of hatred I didn’t fully understand.

"Well..I’m glad." I exhaled, leaning on him for the support he offered. "I’m not sure what-" Another cough. "What I did.." I hadn’t realized that the surge of anger was directed towards me until too late, when the first one hit me from behind.

We should get back home.” Slipping out of English easily, he shifts in order to allow himself to get up, pausing just before standing and waiting for Cyrus first. The coughing was still worrying, not wanting to push the other faster than necessary.

I just nodded, suppressing another cough behind a groan as we started to move. Pushing myself to my feet and gritting my teeth against the pain in my back. At least my legs seemed to be alright. It was my ribs I was most worried about…and my wings - what bit was left of them at least. “Lead the way. Please." I asked, one hand gripping his shoulder for support.




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:

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 ]]

"Good-" I broke off in a cough that made me groan, leaning into him. I could taste blood on my tongue still and I spat.

"How did you find me?" Leaning into him involuntarily.

That coughing has him worried, working to support Cyrus as best as he could while still keeping his balance. “You are eazy to ‘ind.”

It was true enough, tapping the side of his own nose lightly in further explanation.

"Oh.." I chuckled slightly, but my ribs didn’t appreciate it and I winced. I was becoming more and more certain that a couple of them must be cracked if not broken. Courtesy of a couple of steel toed boots aimed at them in that moment of hatred I didn’t fully understand.

"Well..I’m glad." I exhaled, leaning on him for the support he offered. "I’m not sure what-" Another cough. "What I did.." I hadn’t realized that the surge of anger was directed towards me until too late, when the first one hit me from behind.




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. 

"Hm-ngh… Mm?" The efforts weren’t fruitless. My eyes blinked wearily and I lifted my head. With blurred vision I glanced at the person I had an arm wrapped around and rubbed at one eye. "Hey.." I exhaled sleepily.

"Zyruz?" The voice is younger, accented, but still recognizable, a bit of worry in the question over the situation. At least the other was awake now.

"Hmhm?" I yawned, blinking at Azlariel sleepily. Did he… was his skin different? Something seemed off and I rubbed my eyes again, trying to wake up, though the pull of sleep was strong.




Under the sun

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

Considering that, he’s quiet only for a few seconds before finally speaking up. “Spanish, then?”

It would have to be without the use of the translators, but worth trying.

"Yeah?" I smiled, looking his way again. "When are you gonna start?"

"Soon?" Or at least he hoped it would be soon.

My smile spread. “Sounds exciting. Just let me know when- I mean… if you’d like my help.” My smile tilted a little sheepishly.




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