(Source: imma-bite-chu)
Selene got the impression that something was off about this guy, something that she couldn’t muster up in a matter of seconds. “Asmo… sounds familiar, though he must be a pretty poor excuse for a demon if I can’t remember him.” The blonde hesitated for a moment before taking a step back, “how did you know, anyway?”
He pursed his lips, blue eyes flickering across her. ” Don’t let him hear that… the Prince of Lust would not take too kindly to being called poor.” He settled slightly as he stretched his legs out before him. ” I’ve been around for a very long time dear,” he hummed, ” a very long time indeed.”
(Source: angeluscastitas)
” Well… I thought Asmo would be the only demon I had the pleasure of meeting…”
“Never trust a goddess.”
Those words had never meant more to Anders than they did now. His head was hurting. And by hurting I mean throbbing, sharp, hot liquid pain pooling in his skull, as if his brain was threaten to boil and melt and slip through the nearest orifices. He had been drifting on and off, capturing little bits of information that would be deleted nearly as instantly for pain, and drugs, were acting up on his memories.
He felt cold. He just knew that he was sweating like a pig, but he was cold as death, his lips and hands trembling as his body struggled to keep the temperature. Around him just dark. He tried to move his hands, but they were tightly tied behind his back, making it impossible for him to move. His forehead was pressing against the hard, dirty concrete floor, and dirt mingled in his lips. His ankles were tied together just as firmly as his wrists were. If he cared to think back in time, this was probably the worst situation he’d been in since that time those three psychos wanted to chop his goods off. And… Let’s face it, back then he had Axl. Now he had only himself, tied like a meat loaf, ready to enter the oven.
It had been six days since Anders had last been seen in Ty’s birthday party. He had gone to fetch some drinks when along came Gaia and something weird happened after that that he couldn’t quite place. Truth was that he woke up in here, cold and alone, in the middle of nowhere with nonfood or water and his clothes all messed up and ripped to pieces, clinging to the cold sweat of his body. He tried to see beyond the daze and his heart jolted when he heard footsteps, making him freeze to the spot.
The angel was not unused to seeing Anders at various times of the day. There was little for a Fallen to do really, and pestering the man was one of his favored pass times. Andres was the embodiment of sin when it came to his virtue and Prue found it almost amusing at times to watch him. Something however had gone terribly wrong recently. He had seen him at the party of his younger brother. That had been six nearly seven days ago.
Feeling anxious the angel chanced broadening his senses, sweeping the boundaries for the man. The signature he found was sweet and thick like honey in winter and he knew that it was who he sought. Prudencio didn’t care that by reaching out he’d most certainly made himself known to angel and demon alike, He was still an angel… and it was simply part of him to look after others.
In no time he found himself wandering casually down a hallway. He looked like he belonged there, without a doubt. So long as he kept it that way he was free to wander about as he liked, at least until he found Anders. The angel found a door at the end of the hall and behind it the familiar presence of the troublesome man.
He pushed the door open and glanced over his shoulder before stepping inside.
There’s something about watching you sleep so soundly next to me. When your features are so perfectly untouched by emotion and you are so very misleading. It’s almost indecent… the way the light of early morning bathes you. It’s blasphemy… that you should look so perfectly angelic in your rest. One might forget what you are under the surface.
Perhaps one might think me foolish, to be so short of breath to see you in the most simplistic of repose. Of course they wouldn’t know, I shouldn’t expect them to understand. No, I will keep this small pleasure to myself, for I fear what I have done may soon take them from me.
I know I should be ashamed… I should be so disgusted and yet the only thing I can find right now, watching the corner of your mouth twitch, is the unusual softness of your lips against mine. I think about the taste of your tongue and the caress of your hands. I should be sick at the small round bruises you’ve left, when you lay claim to the flesh of my vessel with your teeth. Neck, shoulder, chest and hip. And you reveled so in the way I writhed and whimpered, I do recall that pleased smile curling the corner of your perfect lips so devilishly.
Dean gaped, eyes wide. “Really?” He hesitated before getting out as well, wanting to ask more questions, but they died in his throat as he caught sight of the various cars in the garage.
He blinked, jostled from his examination of the cars, and looked over the roof towards the angel. He frowned faintly. “Anyone like who?” He asked, blinking. He could mean human or…not human…the only one he’d even bother asking about was an angel.
” Yes really,” Prudencio chuckled softly and he shook his head, ” You’re welcome to any of them, anything you need we can go into town and get.In public… You will still have to act like a pet… but here… just… be human huh?” The Angel shrugged his shoulders a little, ” I wont ask more than that unless I absolutely have to.”
” Anyone like… family or close friends that might still be alive?” He tilted his head a little and pushed away from the car to lead the other inside.
(Source: angeluscastitas)
// Geeze >< I’m sorry about my absence If anyone is up for RP let me know. We can plot out something and have some fun!
// Soooo I figured I should let everyone know. I’m packing up stuff today because tomorrow night I will be leaving and most likely wont have net until Thursday at some point.
// This is the day I hide away from EVERYONE because if I don’t I might strangle someone for being an idiot. Lol. Just kidding… mostly. If I am needing to reply to you just let me know.
