#one more sleepless night babeyyyy

[one-winged-dreams]

FUCKING TRAZODONE SCRIPT GET, I am PHYSICALLY SICK AND DELIRIOUS FROM SLEEP DEPRIVATION, let's see if this shit works

[instant-angel-chaos]

💠 I don’t actually understand the prompt but like… you do you babeyyyy. Write them babies

"You're going to break her heart, you know." Dakota's expression didn't shift despite the angel taunting him. They had met before, briefly. What surprised the demon most was the fact Chase still bothered speaking to him at all; if it were the other way around, he wouldn't have said a thing. He wasn't going to now either, but the damned creature stopped in his tracks as soon as he had left the holy ground of the church. Every time the angel did, he seemed clearly relieved - as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders whenever he left its boundaries. Dakota rarely entered whatever was considered holy; besides angels of course. Chase was particularly worried about him entering a very particular angel. "If anything, she's breaking her own heart. I don't have power over such things." The demon often brushed aside his responsibility in situations like these; it was something Chase couldn't stand. In fact, the angel stood by the stone wall surrounding the church, looking up at the taller, blonde man whose features seemed far more angelic than his. The fallen one's eyes were framed by dark shadows from sleepless nights and whenever he looked at this unholy being, he couldn't feel anything but jealosy for the way Dakota's skin was always radiant and flawless. His eyes were a pale yellow, the demon's pooled with much darker hues of orange and red. "I would think your kind was particularly aware of their power over things," Chase said. It was unlike him, but he looked after Evelyn - which seemed ironic considering only one of them was actually divine.

Dakota's gaze narrowed slightly. He wasn't sure which he hated more; the angel disguising himself as a pathetic victim of the cruel world or whatever knight-in-shining-armor bullshit this was. The demon scoffed. "Much like your kind should be aware of your lack of power." Neither of them wanted to admit the cold fact they were a lot alike. Only one was overcome by anger, the other by sadness. Somehow the polar opposites of each other, somehow only seperated by a fading line. Chase swallowed, it was true only one of them intimidated the other. Only one of them could truly harm the other. They both knew this. Therefore the demon took pleasure in tormenting the angel whenever he tried to poke at parts of him that simply didn't exist to most people.

"Chase, Dakota-!" Evelyn hurried through the church yard, towards the gate. She smiled, although Chase could very well tell she was nervous. The way she looked at him was apologetic, almost ashamed. Dakota's eyes were overcome with a dark red as his eyes shifted to the angel hurrying to them. Realising this made Chase feel unwell and uncomfortable. "Thank you for waiting for me, are you ready to go?" Evelyn's head cocked to the side and her coworker could so clearly see the admiration in her gaze as she stared at the demon, as if overlooking some kind of a miracle. "Ready when you are, angel." "I'll, uh, see you tomorrow, Evelyn. Stay safe," Chase's eyes shifted between the demon and the angel. Somehow he was the outcast out of the three, the one in-between. Not belonging anywhere. Dakota had already snuk his hand around her shoulders, like a snake luring in his prey in to slowly suffocate it. "I won't break her." Dakota's comment came with a sinister grin just to taunt him, but it only made Evelyn quiver with excitement. She swallowed nervously. As Chase turned to leave his chest felt tight, his head heavy.