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@StaticAndSmoke- 
            
            /  /  i'm so sincerely sorry to hear that you are experiencing family drama & you & your mental health is suffering because of it, lovely </3:" (
            
            please take care of yourself!/ please look after yourself <3 be kind to yourself/be gentle with yourself!
            
            you are important, you matter, you are loved, people care about you, etc.
            
            your wellbeing & your mental health is important & matters also! 
            
            i hope you're alright & that you feel better soon/i hope that things get better soon <3 take care & be safe
            
            sending you so much love, healing energy, hugs, & such!
            
            take all of the time  that you need! i'm thinking of you and i love you! (platonically, of course) you are my friend & i care about you very much! 
            
            i’m here for you, you are not alone ♡

/ 5 >:)

@StaticAndSmoke- 
            
            (( Song based?

☆ / / @StaticAndSmoke- 
            
            blubellé listened quietly , surprise written on her face .. she wouldn ' t have even known he was part human .. the amount of energy she felt from him was suffocating , but she supposed that was a good thing considering the fiend she had pulling the string ' s couldn ' t be bothered with accidental fiend causalities . blu ' s soul was it ' s after all . 
            
            after a moment , she seemed to also get a bit tense . she opened her mouth before slowly closing it to rethink her sentence . she took a breathe before she began . ' well .. ' she started off slow . ' i am also ..as you may see , a demon kin . just of legacy , of course . instead of infernal , however .. i am what they call abyssal .. a variant with chaotic demonic blood, rather than lawful like infernal heirs may have . ' she explained . ' though you wouldn ' t have been able to tell that . considering how I appear . ' she signaled to her self . ' as for history ? it ' s one i ' ve been working to erase myself from . so it has to worth here . '

✡︎【 @musicalxmisery 】✡︎
            
            Damian watched her settle against the wall, still cautious in the way wounded animals stayed cautious even after deciding not to bite. But he didn’t move away when she came closer. That alone said enough.
            
            The question made his shoulders tense almost immediately.
            
            Not offended. Just… uncertain.
            
            His gold eye flickered once as he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly like he was checking they still belonged to him.
            
            “I don’t actually know,” Damian admitted after a long pause. “Not fully.”
            
            The words sounded heavier than he meant them to.
            
            “I know something infernal’s in me. Has been since birth.” He gave a faint shrug, though it lacked any real ease. “But nobody ever agreed on what. Cultists called me a vessel. Clergy called me cursed. A few hunters just called me a problem.”
            
            A dry laugh slipped out under his breath.
            
            “So honestly? Your guess is probably as good as mine.”
            
            He tilted his head slightly then, studying her with quiet curiosity.
            
            “What about you, Bluebellé Soulsnare?” he asked softly. “That sounds like a name attached to history.”

☆ / / @StaticAndSmoke- 
            
            she had found herself chuckling at this . slowly moving herself closer . she slowly sat about 7 feet from the other . leaning back against the dusty brick wall as she would look up just a pinch .
            
            ' .. ' she slowly looked at him as he finished his last comment . something in her eyes was .. haunting . quiet . caged .. but genuine appreciation shined straight through those bars . ' .. it ' s worth is weighed in gold , my friend . ' she laughed before slowly looking down to pick at her claws . now what was she meant to say ? conversations ? something she rarely took part of these days . 
            
            ' so .. what type of fiend are you ? ' she asked rather bluntly , glancing back up at him . ' by fiend i mean — what demonic legacy to you heir from ? '

@immortalflowers 
            
            "I can understand coming into ruins." Amara commented in response to his words, clearing her throat as she stared at the scenery around them
            
            She could feel his eyes on her, but there was a pause in her own posture as soon as she heard his voice again
            
            Lost. Right, she did feel lost
            
            "I haven't experienced much now. I think...I've suffered a long time." She spoke, clearing her throat before she sighed. "It feels lonely, doesn't it?"

✡︎【 @immortalflowers 】✡︎
            
            “…Right,” he said quietly, though it was clear he was filing the name away carefully. “That’s not a name people usually survive carrying.”
            
            At her question, Damian glanced around the ruined church again. Moonlight spilled through the collapsed ceiling in fractured beams, catching dust in the air like drifting ash.
            
            “I don’t live here,” he admitted after a moment. “I just end up in places like this a lot.” His voice carried a tired sort of humor to it. “Ruins are quiet. Most people avoid them. Easier that way.”
            
            The gold in his eye flickered faintly as he looked back at her, studying the strange disconnect between her appearance and the ancient grief lingering beneath it.
            
            “You seem… lost,” Damian said carefully. “Not physically. More like you woke up and the world kept moving without you.” A pause. Softer now: “I know the feeling.”

@immortalflowers 
            
            "I suppose that could be stated for nonhumans." Amara commented, glancing towards the shadows. There was an ancient aura surrounding the once human, she cleared her throat at the confusion
            
            So this was outside...that place
            
            "I was." Her voice was quiet, looking towards the remains of the church they stood in. "But you don't seem like a person who would just...stay here. Do you live here?" She questioned 
            
            "Amara." She answered his last question. "My name is Amara de Athanasiou."

I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive lmao

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Anything you feel like dropping??

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