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Azazel Catch Up

A/N: this one is also a while coming! Hope you like! (Requested by: @StarWoman97 )

Azazel Catch Up:

What you are/your power:

You're a mutant, like him, your bright white hair comes as a result of your ability to manipulate the bones in yours and other people's bodies. You could change or mould them to move in the wrong direction, or even break them if you concentrated hard enough. It made you lethal in combat and Azazel was awestruck when he first saw you fight.

How you met:

You were young. He was, less young. You were loud and shouting. He was quiet and mysterious. You were spilling your secrets to anyone who would listen. He didn't even dare to think of them. You did however, have one thing in common. You were both drunk. Unmistakably, unmissably drunk.

To say you'd been having a rough day was an understatement, you had been badly hurt in a fight and had only just recovered to find that your family had moved states to avoid your name. So, like any other young, sad mutant would do, you decided to go to an underground bar and get drunk and cry all your woes out to a stranger. The plan was going well so far.

You sat down at the bar after dancing with a young man with green hands and sighed into your hands, the initial buzz of the drink falling a bit and finally realised that you were perhaps not as joyous as your drunk self would seem.

"Can I buy you a drink?" you turned to see a stunning mutant sat next to you with deep red skin and a scar across his face from a battle he'd won long ago.

"I don't know if that's a great idea... Not... not because I don't want you to, I just mean... I've probably had too much, juts a water's fine, thanks" you sighed at your drunken mumbling self.

He chucked and ordered your water, continuing to smile he held out his hand "Azazel, and you?"

Nicknames:

He calls you:

Opaline: you were a girl of many colours, hey within even the first few minutes of him meeting you he knew that. It only felt fitting for you.

Claws: he loved watching you fight, or train, he admired the way you were graceful and powerful at the same time. Once he made the mistake of taking you on, and he saw what you could manipulate your finger bones into, ergo: claws was born.

You call him:

Az: As you first met him when you were drunk, you made the executive decision that Azazel was too difficult to pronounce and thus Az was born. He hated it originally, as he wasn't afraid to tell you, but it eventually grew on him and he stopped protesting after a while.

Fuse: He was quick tempered, all the time. There wasn't a day he wasn't a little annoyed at something, although you couldn't always tell on the outside. So you poked fun at him for it, plus you thought it was cool when he teleported and left fire or smoke behind.

How you sleep:

Due to the tensions rising in the world of mutants and humans you very rarely were able to spend a night together. When the opportunity does arise, however, you don't waste it. You sleep comfortably with your head on his lap and any time you open your eyes throughout the night he's still there awake and stroking your hair watching over you. Only once have you ever actually seen him asleep but it was disturbed and fitful, you thought he preferred being awake.