Wing status: hidden.
(Supernatural Angel OC RP account, will RP with anyone. Technically NSFW.) Souls Watching
Ezekiel smiled at his phone, glad their messaging had gone well and not been ruined by his technological ineptitude. He was often amazed at how well he could work kitchen appliances—a step like texting without incident was large indeed.
Only a few minutes later, he glanced up to see Turiel approaching, waving and winded at the very least. On his feet, he frowned slightly, worried. “Are you all right? You… you didn’t have to run, you know,” he said carefully, assuming it was the case. The Archangel stepped forward, setting a hand lightly on the taller man’s arm. “Sit, dear,” he murmured, urging him to the edge of the fountain. “We have time,” Zeke assured him with a fond smile.
He almost fell back onto the fountains edge, clutching the bottle of water tight in his hand. It felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He might have overworked himself but this was also a sign he might need to work out a little more. Maybe jog around the block he and Priestly lived on.
Swallowing hard he gave the other a slightly weak smile. “I know…I didn’t want to be late though. Would have been rude of me to make you wait…” licking his lips slowly he takes a deep breath, trying to relax himself. Especially the pulse thrumming through him. Closing his eyes he tilted his head back for a moment before opening the bottle and taking a long drink.
Being human again sucked. Especially after he was so used to being an angel. Comfortable with his power.
Reflexively, Zeke shot a hand out to catch Turiel’s sleeve at his clumsy stumbling. Poor thing. Something was obviously different. He must inquire further, and soon. “Are you alright?” he asked to be sure.
“I wouldn’t have minded,” he murmured reassuringly, smiling warmly. “I’m terribly patient. It comes with… well, you’d know,” he reminded him sheepishly. He watched his brother down the water from the bottle, frowning thoughtfully before it hit him.
“Ah—Turiel. Your aura’s gone,” he blurted.
Sorry about my absence, everyone. Once again, my muses have been either inconsistent, or on unpaid leave, taking a holiday without my damned permission.
I’m not abandoning anyone, nor any blog.
I’ll be back when I can, lovelies. Thank you for sticking with my boys.
#KATHIE. KATHIE EVERYTHING IS MCFASSY AND NOTHING HURTS OKAY?
#this has been an autotag from the first time I put Kathie in a tag
#also I adore and miss you but I must bed because horrible days and exhaustion
#you are lovely and I will attempt to bother you again perhaps 'tomorrow'
# dear god dkfjgn # i can’t believe i’ve been roleplaying on here long enough to know people from the ‘good old days’ :|
You’re going to make me feel old and I’ve barely been legal for two years
*licks* I hope you’re doing well, lovely, it’s been so long since I’ve harassed you super awkwardly.
Is this all right?