“…Do I know you?” He finally broke the awkward silence resettling after the prompt by the mysterious figure— one he could now more clearly see from the white moonlight.
Rehael had every right to be cautious, and yet his voice, hoarse as it was, lacked the emotion in near full.
He blinked, letting his wing slowly tuck itself back to his side as if it could fix his appearance into something more formal.
He really ought to stand up, to resume such a posture as to maintain his air of dignity.
Rehael’s reputation lost that semblance a long time ago.
-Her sharp eyes stared at him, as if looking through him and onto his soul.-
Hello there, Rehael, isn't it? Someone like you shouldn't be in such an awful cell...
Rehael’s eyes raised off of the spot on the floor across the cell he’d been so obediently fixated on, catching on the sudden figure lingering just off the side of the enclosure.
It was concerning how easily they had snuck up on him, though he chose to ignore the factors of it.
It had been quiet in the solitude of empty space between himself and the bars, nothing but the silent sounds of Heaven far off and moonlight dancing on the floor.
Emphasis on the ‘had’.
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-Lune arrives at the jail cell she was looking for, it hadn't been such big of a deal to get past the angels, she knew their tricks after all.-
Well well well, who is it that is currently trapped in such a hell of a prison?
(@PersistingPower)
//can someone argue with me in character I need Rehael to be doing something other than doing whatever the fuck he’s doing in custody rn #prettyplease#withacherryontop