⠀⠀ ⠀ׄ❛ ﹡ ⠀⠀⠀紫.

⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀please  get  some  rest   <33   you  deserve  it

⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀COOK  RN,,,   I  NEED  MY  SUPPER  GOOD  SIR.   /lh

₍     @sewurn        ₎  ˖⠀ ݁          [   raziel's breath hitched at the sudden tug  ,  wide golden eyes suddenly gazing at the other.   the man before him clearly wasn't one he could bite back at  ,  especially at his damaged state.   his lips visibly pursed  ,  taking a gulp as he pondered on what to say.   ]     my apologies—- perhaps my tone was   ...   inappropriate for your hospitality.    [   he uttered  ,  avoiding the emperor's eyes.   the angel realized his mistake.   he was acting all high and mighty when he was completely at the other's mercy  ,  unable to fully reject whatever he would do to him.   this simple fact struck a knife through his ego.   a shaky breath left his lips  ,  glancing at the man before promptly returning their gaze to the floor.   ]     perhaps i did leave a bit of a mess  ,  forgive me for that.     [   he paused  ,  his lips quivering slightly.   ]     it doesn't make quite sense to me  ,  taking in a stranger you barely know.   are you not afraid of exposing yourself to danger ?

@angelicmsgs            (   insolent creature.    ) ֵ⠀    jiàn thought, putting the blood-soaked cloth back in the small basin bowl. strange crimson oozed past torn skin, and somehow, the emperor was eager to seal it back up before ֵ⠀ unwanted trouble came knocking on his doorstep. it was nearly past nine, and still, the scent of the other’s injuries lingered like balm. lifting a blood-soaked hand and gripping his ankle, jiàn pulled the            angel closer, though with a maddening gaze directed at him.          “don’t you dare mouth back at me,” under a furling breath, the emperor hissed; and he reached for the ointment on his left. the mixed herbs gave a distinct yet tangible smell, but perfect they were for fast healing. his long fingers wriggled, reaching out         but halting midway in the air in suspense.       “yeah?” he mused darkly, “are you now?     ֵ⠀     huh. that explains the messy trail of blood you left behind for the guards to track. i’m sure they’ll never find an uninvited guest in my lodge.”

[   the angel hissed  ,  his face averting from the other's hand as they attempted to clean his wounds.  the dark reddish purple bruising on his face starkly contrasted his pale skin  ,  similar to the way the dried blood on his alabaster dress shirt stuck out on the first glance.  the prim and proper messenger was an utter mess.   ]
            
            there is no need to dote on me as if i am a child.     [   his gaze reluctantly moved to face him  ,  his brows furrowing as a frown curved on his lips.   ]     i have roamed the realms for /  decades  /  ,  i'm sure that i am perfectly capable of handling myself.

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            ⠀⠀© chinese mythology,   multiship. 
            
                  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE LEGENDARY,
            ⠀⠀ © white snake, the monkey king, and many works derived from, and versed in folklore, including the tales of tian guan ci fu.       the perilous tale of the legendary emperor, known to be associated          with the heavens, the earth, and the gods in between.
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﹒   ✶⠀⠀❛               THE BLOOD ON YOUR FINGERTIPS:      celestial immortal, is of angels &    demons,⠀⸂  IMMORTAL ORDER     ❜
            
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                THE ELDERS,             once said to the son of seti. in order for a royal to feel the wrath, the chaos in a mind isolated and shattered by brilliance must lose to the light inside. the anticipation of the one to come had been delicately prepared and foretold by the magi and the preachers;                   slaughter in the house of God, they utter, is the ultimate sacrifice. so one shall feel the cold brunt of the sword slice their flesh; one must feel the livid wrath like a turbulence. THUS IT BEGINS, THE TALE OF THE BEHOLDER,         THE ONE LIKE THE STARS, and he came from above, birthed through the soils of the earth. the bright hues never dimmed with sorrow, the colouring of tensed lips never uttered a word, and yet, warmth and chaos seeped through his fingertips.         he was never meant to be tamed, nor by the mortals he watched, or by the vast nature he was raised by. faith and religion had nothing on him; his tongue spoke a language not a mere soul understood, and yet,            the prophecies uttered: he questioned the faiths of those who boasted about being the believers of the           TRUE LIVING GOD. the tongue of the serpent was always split, two faces of one stone, and always a striker of good and bad. so what was faith? what did they know of religion? they knew nothing, he noted,      they knew not a word of the spirit,          and an utter semblance of the one who’d created them.