#blxsscdxfxrsakcn; gabriel

[orphanedshadow]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked: [ sigh ] " what did you do ? " (gabriel) for Kara

Hells her arms were heavy, hands trembling as she reached for her sword… only to abort that mission and pulled out a knife. There was no way she could do anything useful with the longer blade, not when she could barely keep her hands up.

"Does not matter, I know what I am doing."

The thing she had summoned was weak, and dragging it through the nest of 8balls had done more damage to it than to her, a very successful strategy, at least until the damnable Archangel decided to land just out of stabbing range. At least her prey had a single-minded focus, it would not stop until one of them was dead. It would drag itself forward on far too many shattered limbs, trying to kill everything in its path, until it could eat her heart.

"This does not concern you."

Kara knew she had caused the beast enough damage, even if it did kill her it would sleep for centuries. Long enough for someone else to potentially succeed. That was what was important, it always had been.

[faithsreward]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked:" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. " ( gabriel @ fai )

Faith couldn't bring herself to meet her brother's eye, even knowing full well that it was a sign of weakness. She couldn't do it, not when that murderous glint was strong enough for her to feel it even without seeing.

"I know Avri… I'm sorry… I'm just not strong enough." Not strong enough to look him in the eye when he got like this, or to prevent herself from shaking. "Not like you."

[sunlitmews]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn gets a star wars starter

Of course a Mandolorian would wander into the small stall in which she had set up shop, looking for things she had no desire to provide. Not to their kind. But her training kept any kind of resentment from showing, the perfect facade of a gentle Cathar female.

"I don't know why anyone would send you to me. I simply sell flowers, as well as a few other plants." Their information was of course correct, but she had her own target, and would be gone as soon as they were dead... something she would like to happen to whoever had recognized her current ship and told them where to look.

"Would you like a Darkkoninn berry? They are freshly ripened, and quite delicious." A clawed hand gently plucked a few of them from a bush, tossing them in her mouth without a care in the world, the black berries ones she knew were tempting. They were also lethal, but there was no need to tell anyone that.

[impercre]

❝ you look like you've seen a ghost, little one. am i that strange a sight to behold? ❞ ( gabriel to kid leto II )

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」  | accepting

It was rare for anything to render the young Atreides completely silent but his blue within blue eyes were wide with wonder. "Kull Wahad," He bowed his head low to the ground the way one might do in prayer. "You are Jibril. Is there a god then? Will he punish my sister and I for what we are- abominations."

[sunlitmews]

Little paws ignored any kind of need as their owner crouched down, butt wiggling for a moment before tiny legs launched them upwards, directly onto the unguarded lap.

There it would be easy to curl up, motorcycle engine purr filling the air as the grey fluffball joined their papa for a nap.

Don't bother him. Vessel's in need of rest.

But! If you do need him, leave something.

[thekingsparty]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ sent a minion: ❝ Hey, Crowley, what did one ghost say to the other? ❞ ( from Gabe )

❝while i’m entertained to know you’re enjoying simplicity in the form of ridiculous jokes, i’m afraid i’m not quite as enthusiastic about them as you are. humor me, what’s that ghost saying to the other...?❞

[silentwcrds]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ // cont.

GABRIEL has a hard time not succumbing to the desire to just be embraced by Michael; to embrace his twin as well. But Michael was the one who turned his back on what they were. It was Michael that was to blame, in some way... ❝Decide to come and find me then?❞ Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, as if a part of him wondered if his twin would deny it. ❝Because this is a long way from Vega, brother.❞

[foreverfallen]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ / cont. 

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒. How can he not, when the other is merely more amusing that way? If Lucifer takes everything he says with a grain of salt, as it is most likely intended? ❝What else is this time of year for, then? I know some who adore it for this very reason...❞

[buggeredson]

[orphanedshadow]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn gets a starter for Gabriel

This plan had been one she had put a great deal of effort into. What little knowledge she had was quickly filled in with observations, and upon regaining her freedom those were bolstered with by her research.

Empyrean steel, rare, difficult to find, but there were some spells that could at least somewhat mimic it in terms of strength.

Lightning, easy, something that ran just under her skin, and could be woven into metal. Also something she knew to have some effect, based on how much swearing happened last time she used it.

Cloaking, a challenge to say the least. But perhaps not if she used camouflage, mimicking one of the possessed instead of trying to vanish completely.

Finally, bait. The part of this entire thing that she was least confident about. Old theological writings were not nearly as accurate as she would like, but hopefully these had more than a grain of truth to them.

It didn't take much to set off the child's soul, what had once been a toddler wailing with only the slightest provocation. Perhaps not the most ethical use of necromancy, but torturing actual infants was a little too far to go to lure her prey into the middle of the dense forest, where trees would prevent any kind of flight, and she could mask her own vital signs with any number of distractions. Then all she had to do was wait, wait and see if the Archangel would come running.

[faithsreward]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked: [ standing over a body ] " oops. " ( gabriel @ phel )

"Don't oops me, we both know you weren't being subtle."

[archangelofvega]

-worried archangel noises-

@waywardlightbearer, @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

[sunlitmews]

There was no longer a ring there, merely a scar, one that was so faded that it may as well be an impression left on suntanned skin. And yet the connection was still there, enough for the faded goddess to feel the agony and desperation in her mate’s cries, his pain echoing through the æther just like his prayers once did. Ishtar could feel her ichor boil, formless energy taking on a shape it had not held for thousands of years.

It took less than the blink of an eye, leonine form coalescing from wisps of blinding golden light. Thick golden-yellow fur faded to scales of a more silvery gold to form a star on the creature’s forehead that ran partway down its nose, like someone had reached down to brand it with divine energy, a brand that nestled at the base of a small set of curving horns. And there, upon its back, were wings of a deep gold, ones that spread out to protect its chosen. Those wings left gouges in the walls, just as its claws tore into the floor, the beast’s tail twitching with the need for violence.

Nothing in its roar seemed rational, it was simply a manifestation of divine fury, one that tore into the source of its rage with teeth that could rip through body-armour and claws that could pierce the sides of a tank.  Its prey was quickly downed in a spray of blood and gore, head consumed to prevent it from ever getting up again. It was only once that was done that the beast turned back to look at her chosen, blood dripping from her maw and staining her fur a deep crimson red.

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn gets a starter

[impercre]

He was a Fremen, and Fremen were taught from infancy never to cry. But he was also Atreides and human so his eyes watered and he buried his face in the angel's robes when he lifted him off the ground.

"Then can he forgive us for what we will be?" His own visions were still faint and dreamlike, but they were growing more powerful just as he was. Some faint part of Leto knew what he would have to do, and what he would have to become to save his tribe, the whole tribe of humanity.

from (x)

It was rare for anything to render the young Atreides completely silent but his blue within blue eyes were wide with wonder. "Kull Wahad," He bowed his head low to the ground the way one might do in prayer. "You are Jibril. Is there a god then? Will he punish my sister and I for what we are- abominations."

❝ Child, if He wanted that, He would have done so long, long ago. You are not at fault for the darkness in men's heart of hearts. Nor your blame to shoulder. You are still young. ❞

A hand wrapped in leather reaches for Leto's cheek, cradling it as a mother would their newborn. Thumb stroking skin. Ocean hues soft at the edges; crinkling with tenderness. His vessel's heart, metaphysical as it may be, gives a tug.

God-Emperor. Golden Path.

The archangel senses this - broken, yet, still held together with shards of divinity. Like kintsugi. Gold-on-pottery, light seared into the soul.

❝ You think He has abandoned you. Forgotten you. We've always shadowed the footsteps of humanity. Embracing their victories, despairing their failures, providing hope where there seemed to be none. ❞ Lifting the child to his feet while descending to one knee. Better to be at eye-level.

[ekbatdesebat]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ must find the fifth element {gabriel}

It’s bright orange almost like her hair, and black and fluttering like a leaf caught on the wind but with a mind of it’s own. For the universe it seem the fairest thing her blue eyes had seen since coming to earth. 

She tugged the sleeve of whoever was next to her, pointing at the beautiful, fluttering thing. “What . . . that?” She asked hoping she said it and used the English correctly.

[silentwcrds]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ / cont. * 

HE leans against her touch, lets himself do such a thing for what a brief second. A mere blink of one’s eyes, in the grand scheme of things, if even that-- before Gabriel pulls away, shaking his head. ❝Do you even see me that way?❞ As the one he’d been, even just a mere two and half decades ago. Someone so different from who he is now. Thanks to Michael. To his brother’s betrayal-- 

❝You say you know, Uriel. But do you? Or do you still wish for what was?❞