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”since i see nobody else here, i suppose it’s me who’d like to know .”
tip of her tongue tracing her upper lip, head tipping to lean toward one shoulder.
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”how sweet .”
lower lip pushing out in a faux pout, a hand lifting then, combing through raven colored strands to sort them out.
”what’s your name ?”
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azazel knew better than to speak bad ,
of the creator .
especially in front of a creature ,
from hell .
a short shake of his skull ,
shoulders lifted for half an inch .
❝ I like to explore . ❝
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and she didn’t try to scare him. she was more curious than anything, as most angels unfortunate to encounter her, seemed so naive and fragile in comparison. his aura, it felt stronger than those.
”no? why then? were you in need of a break from your one true lord ?”
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a small frown presented by her words ,
azazel brushed his hair behind his ear .
he felt it ,
the darkness she carried with each step ,
but ,
it didn 't scare him .
❝ probably because I am not on a mission . ❝
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”we’ll see if you can .”
with her presence revealed, syrin stepped closer, circling around him as eyes wandered up and down their frame, frowning.
”you don’t look like the typical one He’d send down here .”
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”mhm … but you give them the nudge which leads to it .”
exhaling a content breath. she found a little too much amusement in the games he would play with the naive ones on earth.
”when you a untrained one pull the death card … glorious .”
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scrunching his nose slightly, he gave it a thought.
"I don't do such things. you know that they do it all by themselves."
well, after the information he gives.