Azrael
“I thought we were being good about it.” They admit with a sort of childish innocence, dark brows inching together, a small wrinkle forming between them. But Isla takes a seat again and Azrael’s multicolored gaze is glued to her, taking in everything that she says. They need Ascended fluid, she doesn’t want anyone to get hurt, and most of all it’s that if it comes down to it to just give it to them.
If they knew what feeling sick felt like, they think it might apply right now. There’s an uncomfortable churning within them that they can’t describe, and they look away from Isla toward the cupboard she’d just closed, their fingers tugging at a loose thread in their pants. “Wessex said not to give parts of us up… If – If it happened and I did it, would she hate me for it?” They ask with a deepening frown, finally turning their gaze back to Isla.
If they knew what feeling sick felt like, they think it might apply right now. There’s an uncomfortable churning within them that they can’t describe, and they look away from Isla toward the cupboard she’d just closed, their fingers tugging at a loose thread in their pants. “Wessex said not to give parts of us up… If – If it happened and I did it, would she hate me for it?” They ask with a deepening frown, finally turning their gaze back to Isla.
lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of
all your fears are in the breeze
all your fears are in the breeze
