Azrael
The sun begins to set and Azrael’s a bit late to the event, but they arrive nonetheless – a few more parchments tucked under their arm and their gaze bright as can be as they dip into the space the Barracks would be. Their free hand rises to wave at Wessex in quiet greeting, a chipper and bright fanged smile on their face, one that’s given to Cameron as they step in, and when their gaze lands on Nikolai it’s even brighter. “Hi! Sorry I’m late.” They announce, moving toward where the plans they had worked on were sat, only to drop off the next few parchments of more.
“So where are we starting, Auntie?” They ask, their gaze drifting to Wessex with their hands clasped behind their backs in a very Bastien-esque type of pose, a smile playing on their lips as they wait.
Azrael arrives with a few more fleshed out plans and waits to get started!
“So where are we starting, Auntie?” They ask, their gaze drifting to Wessex with their hands clasped behind their backs in a very Bastien-esque type of pose, a smile playing on their lips as they wait.
Azrael arrives with a few more fleshed out plans and waits to get started!
shadows dance around the room,
i know their names, i carry their blood too
i know their names, i carry their blood too
