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Theliel

"I'm a dick, hell yeah, addicted to you. Haha."

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a character in “The End of Days”, as played by Burn One Down

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{"here we go again; i kinda wanna be more than friends” }
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|{Full Name}|
Theliel
|{Nickname}|
Todd
|{Wings Description}|
Todd's wings are a cream-fawn color, complete with a darker dappling on the outside of medium brown and near-black tips to his primary feathers. The inner side is white-cream with the insides of the primary and secondary feathers having a near-iridescent shimmer to them. While large, his wings are still of average size for an angel of his rank, and instead of the bird of prey configuration which is more typical of angels, his wings are shaped more like that of a swift; designed for long long hours on the wing and quick maneuverability. They slope downward, and cannot be tucked comfortably against his body due to their shape, instead they must mostly stay extended and relaxed downward.
|{Name of Sword}|
Bifrost
|{Sword Description}|
Bifrost is a long khopesh-type sword with a curved, iridescent blade (in a style not unlike this sword's coloration) and a mean hook at both the nose and hilt. Shorter than a good deal of more noble angelic swords, Todd is still incredibly fond of Bifrost. Bifrost, while skeptical of Todd's oft-childish behavior and indulgence, is also very fond of and amused by his master in turn.
|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual
|{Role}|
Angel
|{Mentality}|
Theliel thinks the human race are a silly bunch of creatures who shouldn't be feared or hated, but are rather nice in the sack and more than entertaining. He likes their complexities and their flaws, and enjoys spending time with and around them, although he prefers their company in the bedroom to that outside of it in most cases. As for angels, well, they're his kin. He listens to those above him, and doesn't really give two shits about those below him.




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{"i'm afraid you're never satisfied” }

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Toys with his clothingCan't sit stillHates restrictive clothingAlmost never seen without a smile of some sortVery touchy feely (no concept of personal space)Always makes eye contact

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
EnduranceFlightSwordplaySeductionBluffing (to seem innocent)ManeuverabilityConfidence

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Sucks at strategyDoesn't really care for war or politicsRarely takes things seriouslyLazyIndulgentChildishAmbivalentGreedPhysically weak in comparison to more combat-based angelsKind of a spoiled little shit

|{Fears}|
Losing his confidenceBecoming attachedDeathLoss of his wingsLoneliness


|{Secrets}|
Slave to his desiresPerhaps a little more impressionable and soft than he lets onHe likes to sleep next to people; a lot. He doesn't even have to sleep, really, nor does he really enjoy doing it alone, but he's enamored with the feeling of being held and skin on skin in afterglow and tangled limbs during sleep. Something he, of course, keeps from other angels.

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{"we're sick like animals; we play pretend” }




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|{Personality}|
Perpetually smiling, Todd has a way of putting people at ease as soon as he walks into a room. He's got an underlying confidence that almost borders on arrogance but spills over into his sensual charisma in such an easy way it rarely threatens anyone. Easily forgettable, he's indulgent of whatever whim he has, and doesn't make a habit of getting in other people's ways unless it's what he needs to do to get what he wants. At first glance he's a proper, pretty boy angel wearing loose clothing and a charming smile, he's easy to pass off as being nothing more than a being drunk on the ecstasies of life. Sometimes, he's pretty sure that's all he is himself. But other times he does have moments of deeper longing for things or people. For creating art or true passions. These deeper desires are often quickly drowned out by the smiling, decadent whims he covers them up with though. He himself has forgotten times when he was more than a creature who flitted bed to bed, heart to bleeding heart.
Somewhere at the center, there's still the uncertain messenger angel that Theliel used to be, though. Quick to want to flee when things don't seem to be going as planned and less confident than he tries to make himself. That part, though, has become deeply buried under his fronting of easy charisma and sex-kitten eyes. Selfish and greedy, he takes what he wants when he wants it, and isn't ashamed to admit when he wants something. Everything is Todd's buffet, in his world, and should he not get what he desires he's easy to anger and his childish tendencies become more than evident.
Still, he's obedient to those ranking higher than him and Todd holds a deep respect for archangels, his loyalties are simple and his duties as an angel are the only things that trump his flippant permissiveness and greediness. If there is one thing he feels true to it's his calling and rank as one of the holy order and he is loathe to let that go. Loss of his wings or his angelic placement is one of his greatest fears and his deep connection to his sword and the other angels who are his kin are the only things he'd likely die for.




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{"and i'm afraid i won't get out alive” }



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|{Likes}|

SexSmall animalsGetting his wayLoose clothingSmall talkLazing aroundExciting moviesTrashy romance novelsRainbowsSwordsCarsDrugsPeoplePassion




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{"i want some more; what are you waiting for?” }



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|{Dislikes}|

Cigarette smokeHeatFallen angelsNot getting what he wantsBeing aloneTwo-handed swordsUnarmed combatBeing boredSummerMeetingsStaying stillPoliticsWarSkyscrapersPlanesLoud noisesThe unexpected




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{"you're killin me now” }

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|{History}|

Theliel began his humble life in residence in the Aerie as a messenger angel; one who traveled mostly for the archangels and carried whatever messages they needed him to carry. His swift wings and love for flight made this job more than suitable to a young angel with his eyes full of stars and his feathers full of wind. He loved it. Skittish and much more introverted than he is today, Todd only really felt at ease on the wing and doing his job. His deep ingrained loyalty still draws largely from this time, when the archangels were his family, his bosses, his heart and soul because they were the ones who let him fly and let him work for them. He grew into an incredible amount of respect and fondness for them during this time.

There was a lull of business, then, for whatever reason. And Todd suddenly found himself with so much free time on his hands and not enough empty sky to fill it with. Inquisitive and young he began experimenting with decadence, holding the world at arm's length and simply letting his desires choose his path instead of the archangel orders that existed as his singular compass before. He discovered sex and novels, and spirited himself away into the company of anyone he could find who was willing to lay down with him and put up with him reading beside them. He started realizing that the best way to make himself happy was simply to allow himself happiness.

Sometime, in this time in which he began enjoying the simple pleasures which drew his body and his mind, he met an angel by the name of Ezraphiel, a throne and guardian of gates. Ezra was a similarly decadent, but perhaps more honest with himself, and with wings of a bluebird and the voice of a songbird. The more time they spent together, the more difficult it was for Theliel not to fall in love with his superior. Ezra spent long hours with Todd in the gardens and in big beds that never quite seemed to be the right size without one another. During the decades the two of them spent together, Theliel developed his love for and need for sleeping next to someone, and for feeling breathing close by. He learned how to truly open the bits of himself that were still raw, new, and confused to someone else.

It was a long, permissive, comfortable relationship. It made them both incredibly happy and between the years spent in each other's golden graces and the alliance they formed between the two of them, they became near inseparable. Their bonds were forged of strong metal and instead of referring to just Todd or just Ezra, it was more often that they were referred to as the entity of Ezra-and-Todd. It was from Ezra that Todd learned his skill in combat and grew to be accepted by his sword, and it was from Todd that Ezra learned his skill in the air. Together they were moved to a more militaristic part of the angelic rank where they further trained together and were considered a packaged item. From the moment Michael brought back the first humans, though, Ezra began to express a certain anxiety about a separation. He knew things were changing, and to be far, Todd should have listened; three years later and nine weeks ago, the Aerie was attacked.

Ezra was lost in the attack, the moment Theliel let him out of his sight, he disappeared. When the confusion cleared, Ezra's disappearance was counted amongst that of multiple other angels, and Todd withdrew back into his room in the Aerie and was left alone, once more deserted by those closest to him and demoted back to a minor messenger between angels. He's spent the last nine weeks recovering; drunk and drugged, fucking himself out of his mind and trying to forget. He doesn't, however, blame the humans. He understands that things have changed, that all things have their own side. His respect for his superiors remains, but his cloying loneliness still hugs the edges of his stomach and threatens to eat him alive.





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{[font=rockwell]"hush hush we both can't fight it” }[/font]




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“I'm creepin' your way and these sheets aren't stoppin' me
Because I'm gonna meet you face to face
And I'm gonna start from your waist up through your navel
And we're approaching such a place

This is where we both get scared
This is where emotion flares
This is where we both prepare
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me through your body

I'm creepin' your way and these sheets aren't stoppin' me
Thats right it's quite simply
These sheets aren't stoppin' me
Cause my mind's on a mission
And a mind on a mission
Is a mind that you just set free
I'm creepin' your way
I'm creepin' your

This is where we both get scared
This is where emotion flares
This is where we both prepare
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me

'Cause a mind on a mission
With enough ammunition
And the right proposition
Is a mind that you might set free

'Cause a mind on a mission
With enough ammunition
And the proper position
Is a mind that you just set free

I love the way you talk on top me
So Navigate me

Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me

Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me through your body

I'm creepin' your way
I'm creepin' your way”




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{"i want some more; what are you waiting for?” }




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Theliel's Story

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{ 740 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }


Theliel had been busy on security shifts all afternoon and evening; although he hadn't been working
security specifically he'd been running messages and reports between the bosses Upstairs and the
security officers on the ground. This wasn't exactly what he'd pictured doing with his day, though, and
it filled him with a dull ache of longing for the days when he'd been allowed to patrol partnered,
because that was how he and Ezra had worked best, because alone they were a messenger and a lowly
guardian, but together they'd been good enough, fast and smart enough to hold everything together.

By the time the sun was melting into the horizon, scattering crimson prisms across the lawn and
lighting wings and grass on fire, Todd had been finally relieved of his duties and he gratefully
returned to his room and as he slid his t-shirt off, loosened his jeans from his hips, he couldn't help
but examine his face in the mirror, run two fingers across his dirt-smudged collarbone and bite his
lip before he nodded to himself, deciding if he was going to go to a party in style he definitely needed
to shave the stubble which had taken up residence along his jaw. Ducking into his bathroom, he did so
with a short, finessed blade and no bodily harm, surprisingly. Which made him grin and giggle a bit,
and which lit up his insides in such a way that he couldn't help but feel just a little more excited.
Before getting dressed, he strolled across his room to the gateleg table which held his mirror, and
poured himself a glass of white wine from the pitcher there, lifting the glass to his lips and examining
the lawns from the window. It was all outdone, things always were in the Aerie when they had to leave
a lasting impression. Sometimes it made Todd feel cheap, today it filled him with a bubbling
excitement.

Polishing off half his wine in a little under two minutes, Todd felt warmer and he crossed to his chest
of drawers to pull on first loose grey slacks, which he rejected after looking in the mirror, and then
second, a pair of tight, black slacks which curved around his thigh in a way Todd felt much more good
about than the weird wrinkle the grey ones had given him. He fussed over these things for a long
moment before sliding a button down shirt over his shoulders, one which matched perfectly to the fawn
color of his wings, buttoning from the bottom and leaving the top three buttons undone, open to show
the dip in his collarbone and the curve of his neck meeting his shoulder. Finishing the rest of his wine,
Todd slipped the peacock mask onto his face, the feathers at the sides brushing his cheeks and a cursory
glance in the mirror told him things were definitely all in place. Sitting down on his unmade bed, Todd
ran his fingers through his wings, sorting out the splits in his feathers at the very tips of his wings and
attempting to groom them into some sort of presentable arrangement. The brown freckles across his
feathers slowly fell into place, and the dark tipped wings gleamed softly under the warm light of the
overhead. As he stood, he let them relax downward in their neutral position, with the dark tips nearly
brushing the ground, he had to pull them in a bit as he slid through his door and to the festivities
outside. Candlelight, starlight, and the gleam of champagne flutes filled the air. All Todd could do was
stare at the myriad of masks around him, let his lips fall into a casual pink curve of a smile while he
informally swiped a glass of champagne from a passing Son of Man with a silver platter in his hands.
He sipped his drink slow, surveying the crowd for familiar wings or familiar lips (maybe those he'd
kissed before, and could consider kissing again), his ears sharply aware of any familiar cadences in the
air. The angel found himself leaning against an archway, searching, waiting, watching.




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if memory serves i'm addicted to words and they're useless
{ 672 Words | Sunset | Earth, the Aerie }



Rory couldn't be sure what exactly made him come to the ball, although he
had a hundred half thought out reasons to be there. (Intel, beautiful people, angels, and a myriad of
other fractal fractured thoughts.) In the end it boiled down to a change of pace, needing to get out of
his lonely little apartment and out of his head and out of the kitchen where the only thing in the
fridge-freezer combo were his snakes' frozen mice, and the living room where the couch smelled
vaguely like dust for lack of anyone sitting there. So he'd put on a wrinkled dress shirt he found in the
back of his closet with the simple black masquerade mask he'd been looking for, and his most proper
pants, just dark jeans that he thought might as well not be noticed too badly, and pulled it all together
with a slightly ragged violet tie. By the time he'd stepped out his front door for a cigarette while he
gathered himself as he always did pre-socialization, he'd talked himself out of and back into going
already. But the world stretched grey and empty around him and something had to give, so he'd
sucked it up with the smoke and decided that he needed to have the balls to do this kind of thing if
he was going to learn anything more about the angels than he already knew. So he'd grabbed two packs
of filterless pall mals from the Stewart's on the corner and dissolved into the night and the sound of
his footsteps on the sidewalk.

Being in the Aerie immediately felt like something that Rory shouldn't have been doing but taking a deep
breath, tightening his mask around his eyes, he hurried himself into the ball with a beating heart
and the feeling of distaste and anxiousness in the pit of his stomach. Grateful for the security check not
confiscating his stashed glass one hitter, and instead swiping the pocket knife he'd forgotten was in his
back pocket, he stole himself across the lawn to where the long shadows of the Aerie's largest foliage
were dark enough for him to hide away and observe the party's guests. He preferred this approach
more than he'd ever enjoy chatting up the various humans and angels at the party, and if he was honest
with himself, the better vantage of the angels' wings, various colors shapes and sizes, sans the combat
he'd seen them in before, was rather beautiful. The dying light of day only served to make them glow.

Lighting up a cigarette, tucking it between his lips, Rory was more than satisfied to simply observe
festivities until he spotted an unmasked human strolling between guests in the thick of them with a
silver platter dotted with gleaming champagne flutes. He took a long moment mentally weighing the
pros and cons of approaching the crowd. He'd have to be in much closer proximity to the guests, but
then again, he'd also have the dull warmth of alcohol in his blood and bravery coursing through his
veins. It wasn't a bad trade off. Sucking on his cigarette he ashed on the lawn and decisively began
picking his way into the thick of the crowd again. Before he reached any of the alcohol, though, an
angel slightly taller than him in an elaborate peacock mask caught his shoulder and glared at him
from the edge of an archway.
“Oi. Pretty boy, put that shit out,” the angel hissed and Rory rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah,” he muttered in return.
Rory turned on his heel and flipped him off while he quickly turned to search out the tray of
refreshments again, grimacing in one of his unique ways to grimace, showing annoyance, indignance
and an antisocial loathing of his situation all at once. He, of course, got lost in the crowd and never
did find the son of man with the champagne, which only served to add to his frustration and annoyance.
He angrily huffs and takes a drag off his cigarettes, trying to get his bearings in the masses.




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i don't know why i have to tell it but i know what it means.
{ 552 Words | Sunset | Earth, the Aerie }



“That one, please,”
Rue's heavily accented voice cut through the dusty silence.
The costume shop smelled like mothballs, dust, and old linen mixed with the sharp scent of new latex.
It was a smell that made Rue's stomach turn and her feet tap gentle on the hardwood, quick, uncertain.
The clerk nods and hands her the masquerade mask. Rue checks out quick, nervously as the sun spills
through the shop window, golden in the midsummer evening and begging to be let free of the ring of
horizon holding it in. Holding the mask up to her face in a small mirror by the counter, she decides it
will do and quickly vacates the shop, still uneasy and with a strange volatile mix of anxiety and
bravery mixing in her gut.

Her way home is quick and decisive and she keeps her keys jammed tight between her first and second
knuckles the whole way back. It's not that she's scared necessarily, but the adrenaline of going into
the Aerie is certainly coalescing in her stomach, and Rue can't help but let it sweep her up a little. Her
thoughts are buzzing numb while she prepares, puts on her best formal dress with a dark red-violet
shawl and long gloves before synching the violet and cream mask to her face. She pulls her hair up,
and bares the skin from her cheeks to under her clavicles, showing off the stretch of porcelain and
gentle curvature of muscle, bone, and skin. Perhaps it would distract from her face if anyone were to
be able to recognize her from surveillance of the rebellion's movements. She brought no weapons with
her, left her gun at home, which gave her more anxiety than entering the Aerie ever would, and she
departed for the masquerade with her skin prickling and hot with anxiety.

The myriad of wings scattered across the lawn and attached to various masked guests were all Rue
could see or really focus on, the immense collection of angels and humans intermingling made her
chest burn and her stomach turn against her spine. Past the security check, she watched carefully the
concentration of guests and decided she had two options; first she could attempt to seek out a friendly
and willing Child of Man to give her as much information as she could get and leave, or she could
converse with an angel and attempt to find the same means. In her mind, the first option was a much
more likely successful one, so she ducked her head, hoping to god no one would recognize her
behind the mask, and darted into the crowd to look for any humans who seemed to be more or less
in the know of what was going on and where everything was. It wasn't too long before she was tailing
a boy who seemed to know his way around, but a few minutes in, he got lost and began flirting with
a female angel and Rue decided he was the wrong type of target. Instead she carefully scoped again,
searching for the right face, the right mask, something. She still wasn't quite sure what it was that she
was looking for, what might cue her in. But it was a lost cause if she didn't at least look.

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Jessamine Kingsley


Jess stood in her flat that was in a run down part of the town right next to the Aerie. She stood in her bathroom in a robe, her hair up and out of her face as she stared down at her hands as they gripped the edge of the sink, whitening her knuckles. It was the night she had planned for for the past two weeks. She was to infiltrate, see what she could, find out what she could, get out. Nothing less, no drawing attention to herself, and to not risk herself no matter what. She hoped that there was nothing for her to worry about. There were going to be angels, there were going to be people who were a lot like slaves, and there were going to be other spies, there was no way around that, it was just how these parties worked. Yes, she was practically invited to go in, but that didn't mean they wanted her there for the exact reasons she was going.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, she went to her bed where on it layed the dress she was to wear that night. It was elegant yet dainty at the same time in her opinion. It was black, a lace sleeve going to her wrist on the left arm, the skirt covered in lace as it went down slightly past her ankles though the black dress underneath ended at her thighs allowing the lace to extend by itself to the ground. The skirt was all black yet extremely beautiful compared to the other clothing articles in Jess's closet. She had to be in heels to not trip over the masterpiece. She couldn't stand the idea that she had to dress up so much and wear heels going into a place filled with people that hated her without anything to protect herself. It was as if it was a trap which potentially it could be though she highly doubted it had anything to do with that as who would go if it was considered a big risk?

The flat wasn't the cleanest or best of places, but Jess couldn't afford the cleanest and best of places and refused to take any more money that already payed from her job with the resistance. She had never complained though she didn't like the living space. She hoped that maybe one day there would be a different place she called home, but she wasn't sure. She went to the bathroom, using the different beauty tools she had been told to use to get ready for the party. She blew her hair dry with a hairdryer that was rather nice. She didn't hesitate when it came to using the different make up items that were given to her. She may not dress up or bother with appearance much or often at all, but she did know how to use them. Her hair curled with the curling iron she owned and looked rather pretty. With the hair done, she smiled in relief as one thing was finished for the night. She had what seemed like a hundred more things to do. She finished the make up, not bothering much with eye makeup except for some black eyeshadow as she did have the mask.

Walking back into the bedroom she got dressed quickly, making sure she was ready before looking down at the mask. Her ride was to arrive within a minute or so, a nice, new, sleek looking car she was told. She looked in the mirror once before bringing the mask to her face and tying it gently using the ribbon on the back, tucking it under her hair. There was a honk, she grabbed the small clutch wallet she was supposed to take and went downstairs to where the car waited on the dirty street. She climbed in, situating herself so she looked more comfortable. If there was any reason for her ability to do this, it was her ability to look comfortable or at ease in a place she had never really known much about. She had been to the Aerie once or twice, perhaps three times before, but not enough to know the buildings like she had hoped she would. She had never been able to search, had never been able to look for Lucas. Perhaps tonight would be the night she needed to save her worries of him.

She looked out the window as the car approached the Aeire. She stayed inside the car as it was checked, then got out, accepting the hand of one of the security personal. She went through the security procedures, allowing them to look into her wallet as well before she was allowed into the Aerie, the building that seemed more like a myth than a real place. She walked tall, having no issue whatsoever with the heels. She watched the mass of angels and humans, wondering how many hated humans and how many humans weren't there for innocent things. She walked, watching people as she went, acknowledging those whose gaze may linger on her. She couldn't help but smile at them as she gave a small wave. It didn't surprise her that some people were gazing at her in a way that did make her slightly uncomfortable. She wouldn't vocalize it, but she felt pretty, felt nice, felt at ease in the clothing even if the make up felt suffocating.

She saw the different men manning the bars, felt saddened for them and wondered if Lucas was around. She paused slightly in the crowd of bodies, taking the scene in without really seeing it. She thought of what it would be like if she was to see the man that broke her family, what she would do if she was touched by an angel, what she would do if something broke out. The various colored wings and the different appearances they gave caught her attention making her wonder why or how some of them were the different colors they were.

As she stood, waiting for something, anything to catch her attention, she spotted it. She smiled slightly as she finally though to take in the masks, reminded of the notion by a figure standing under an archway. The peacock mask was one that couldn't really be missed in the light of the extravagant party. She waved slightly, her fingers moving carefully without moving her hand. She smiled up at the figure with a smile that might have been considered shy. Someone emerged from the shadows and seemed to make his way into the crowd making Jess wonder about where he might have gone. She looked around at the others around you, walking carefully towards a bar where she accepted a glass of white wine, thanking the fellow as she took a sip, wondering if the man had actually seen her. Was he something that could potentially be important considering he seemed comfortable enough in his own skin. Maybe he was just lounging about and she was to just meet and angel.

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{ 417 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }


Todd glared after the kid in the black mask with the cigarette between his lips. He snorted, trying to
clear his nasal passages of the sweet stench of nicotine. Turning and shaking his head slowly so the
blue and green feathers of his mask brushed his hair and cheeks again, his eyes fell on a human in a
three-quarters mask and clothing that hugged his body and made him look to die for. Todd grinned.
He'd recognize Stiles anywhere, but the grin quickly soured to grimace when he saw the man beside
him leaning in close to speak into Stiles' ear. He hissed under his breath and spat, pushing himself off
from the arch and letting his wings shake out, spread menacing. As he pushes his way through the
crowd, he comes into being able to hear Stiles' voice and the other masked man's through the murmur
of the festivities.

“Who do you belong to?” the words sour in Todd's stomach as he hears them.

The hair on the back of his neck stood and his eyebrows knit together, his lips pushing into a grimace
so deep it was practically a pout while he fought his way through the crowds around the bar. By the
time he got there, though, the other man was long gone and Stiles had a little look on his face that
made Todd glow with pride. He sidled up next to Stiles and murmured in his ear, leaning in close,

“Hey Stiles, no one giving you trouble are they? Oh look at that. You're being a big boy and drinking.”

He leaned away from Stiles to order a drink from the human making drinks and receive it, but stayed
close enough to Stiles that their hips brushed. He turned his attention back to the boy as soon as he
had his wine. He swirled the glass by the stem idly, examining Stiles' face for any sign of displeasure.
He was uneasy about the man who'd been bothering this human; his human, claimed the moment
they became friends. Jock's little menial tortures, those were okay with him, they didn't harm him but
the moment someone started doing anything that could be misconstrued as coercion immediately
sparked a deep and utter loathing laced with sharp jealousy and sparks of anger. He slowly let the
concern spill into his eyes, looking Stiles up and down and back to his face, then nodding slowly.

“I'm serious, though. That guy looked like an asshole. Are you okay?” he let his voice crack with
sincerity, softened his eyes and rested a hand gently on his friend's shoulder, giving him one final
look over before stepping away enough to give him a little space, his body language staying open
enough to make it evident if Stiles wanted to take the next step forward he could, if he needed the
support or the touch or anything.

If there was anything Todd was good at, it was showing support when those he loved needed it, and
on a deep level he had a hard time not falling in love with nearly any human, especially the ones he
saw on the daily in the Aerie. He could appreciate the beauty in almost anything, and in Stiles it shone;
it always stung to see him tarnished by the slightest things and if it was within Todd's power he'd
protect the boy just like he'd protect any other beautiful creature in his life. He hoped he made it
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Rory's heart began beating too fast in his chest the moment the crowd swallowed him and a certain
kind of panic slid through his veins on the tail of adrenaline and nicotine. Everything buzzed, his
whole body falling into a terrible, singular, perfectly put together chaos while his lungs seized and
his whole body reeled with the sudden realization and fear of people slowly closing in around him.
As the panic attack swelled in his chest and Rory's eyes widened he froze for a long, long moment
until a waiter quite literally ran into him. The world went bright with the panic and lack of clarity, and
Rory felt his throat tighten while his shirt was drenched in alcohol. His mask dislodged slightly,
now hanging uneven across his cheek and he looked up long enough to lock eyes with the waiter, and
then to bolt from the crowd as fast as possible, knocking into a female angel on the way and heaving
with the lack of breath and the sudden tautness in his muscles. His cigarette flattened between his lips,
somehow staying there while he darted away. The taste of tobacco strands filled his mouth and took
his focus from the receding crowd at his back. Somehow he found his way through an archway to the
gardens, more ornate than he'd seen gardens before and pretty enough to rise bile and bitterness in his
throat.

Eyes still huge, pupils blown, Rory wheeled on his heel to survey the less crowded garden and
immediately zeroed in on a server with a silver platter of champagne glasses which he decided
instantaneously was exactly what he needed. To drench his panicked brain in alcohol. Great plan, he
thought to himself, almost proud of his terrible decision making while he sidled, still cautious and wide
eyed to the server, accepting a glass and turning harsh on his heel, which was the exact moment a man
he'd hardly noticed before happened to be in the exact same spot that Rory had stepped to occupy. He
winced as his shirt wetted for the second time that day with champagne and a loss of dignity. Without
looking up to meet the golden-suited, golden-masked man's eyes, he let a shy, tiny, half-aborted
murmur slip from his lips.

“Sorry um,” he stutters, taking a step back, “Fuck, you'd be surprised how many times I've been
drenched in alcohol today it's not a fun experience uh. Hello. Fuck.”


Uncertainty spilled into his eyes and his fingers shook around his cigarette and half-full champagne
glass. He's the picture of anxiety, standing there and bringing his cigarette nervously to his lips before
putting it out on the bottom of the glass, fidgetting, anxious and grimacing with it. He couldn't meet
the angel's eyes.

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Who do you belong to?

Stiles wasn't usually one to hold a grudge—alright, that wasn't necessarily true. He usually held a grudge
to his grave. Regardless, who the fuck did that guy think he was? Stiles wasn't even sure he wanted to
drink this Rum&Coke anymore. Just knowing that the jackass had suggested it filled him with a petty rage,
making him yearn to just pour it down the drain. As he took a sip, however, he had to admit that the guy
had good taste in alcohol. As much of a bastard as he was, Stiles knew enough to give him his due. Then
he felt a presence shroud him, causing him to lurch forward slightly in shock. The only thing preventing him
from crying out was the sultry voice in his ear, lulling him into a state of calm. It eased his frustration as
well, much to his immense gratitude, and he wasn't all that surprised to find Todd standing in front of him.
For the Angel's sake, Stiles made a valid effort to hide his abhorrence towards the masked douchebag. He'd
known for a while that Todd had a soft spot for him; one so strong that his own mood influenced that of
his angelic companion. It was endearing, to say the least. Not to mention welcomed. Leaning into the Angel's
invitation of touch, Stiles laid his temple on one suit clad shoulder, their bodies scant inches from touching.

"You're right, he was an asshole." Stiles replied with a chuckle, leaning away to look upon his Angel in
fondness, his amber eyes practically undressing the celestial being. In a totally platonic way, Stiles insisted "I'll
be okay though."
With his head cocked to the side, he smiled, "Love the mask, by the way. Very Mardi Gras."




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“You're right, he was an asshole.”
Of course he was, Stiles, shit, Todd thinks to himself.

For the moment Stiles leaned his forehead into Todd's shoulder, his hand came up, smoothed his hair
for a split second and then moved away, allowing a casual, gentle smile to fall to his lips. He's glad to
know that Stiles is okay, it genuinely quiets something in his chest, which is nice, and Theliel tosses a
long, cursory glance across the rest of the guests just to make sure that no one's technically in the same
kind of trouble as Stiles was. While Todd might have been promiscuous, he certainly wasn't going to
allow coercion and illicit behaviors such as that on his front lawn during a party.

As Stiles complimented Todd's mask, he lifted his wine to his lips and smiled around the cusp of the
glass. It shimmered over his lip, and a grin was left when he pulled the glass away.

“This isn't anything close to how garish my mardis gras mask is, trust me,”
he chuckled.

He preened a little, under Stiles' gaze, ran fingers gentle over the feathers at his brow, on the mask, and
then over the feathers in his wings, letting Stiles have a good look, then smirking a smirk which had
gained him access to more than one person's bed in the past.

“This is some party, isn't it? Jock hasn't got you doing anything stupid, it seems so...”

Todd thinks for a long moment, letting his eyes wander Stiles, almost idly, but certainly with some
purpose.

“It seems you're free. Which means we can play, doesn't it? Would you like to dance?”
he purred,
voice practically honey-sweet, but not harsh, not forceful. Open to rejection at any moment, and his
face showed that as much as he could make it; he wouldn't mind rejection at this step, and he took a
nonchalant sip of his wine after saying it, distancing himself a little to make his interest a little less
demanding while still remaining open, as well as making the murky warmth in his belly grow a little.

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With one brow cocked and a smirk painting his cupid's bow lips, Stiles stares at Todd in predilection,
his gaze lingering a tad too long at the Angel's majestic wings. They were more than enough to catch
his attention, but who could blame him? As much animosity he held towards the celestial species, there
was no denying that he held a private fascination for their avian quality. Despite how distracting those
fawn feathers were, Stiles caught an eyeful of that confident and almost lecherous quirk of Todd's mouth.
Not that he's ever paid that much attention to Todd's mouth-...ever. Maybe once or twice. His thoughts
were interrupted by Jacob's nickname, putting an abrupt halt to his downward spiral of denial to coax a
scowling pout out of him, if only briefly. His skin flushes as the Angel takes in his appearance and Stiles
thinks he must look like some pink freckled freak. It's probably not flattering at all but he can't bring
himself to care once he hears the slight purr in Todd's voice. Stiles isn't a girl so he doesn't swoon. But
damn if he wasn't almost close.

It occurred to him then that Todd had asked him to dance. Had asked, not ordered. The realization
alone elicited a grin. If there was one thing he liked most about Theliel it was his morals. The Angel did
nothing without the complete consent of whomever he was interacting with, be it for a casual stroll or a
quick fling. Perhaps it should dissuade him to know that the Angel would bed anyone in the Aerie but it
doesn't and he doesn't know why. He knows that if he doesn't want to do anything, Todd won't force
him. He also knows that the Angel will move on to another Son or Daughter of Man without sparing a
second thought. Stiles wasn't kidding himself in thinking that he held this Angel's undivided attention
just because he batted those long lashes at him and sent him a smile that made him go weak in the knees.
He knew that his role in Todd's life was, as of right now, a confidant. They were friends, nothing more.
It's what made him confident in accepting Todd's offer to dance, taking the Angel's hand and discarding
his drink on the nearest passing platter before pulling the celestial being toward the dance hall.

"You know how to lead, right?" asked Stiles, his smile perpetual in his glee and mischievous in his intent
as he stood in front of the Angel. "I can't dance to save my life so feel free to take the reigns on this one.
Rest assured I won't be emasculated in anyway."

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If Todd was honest with himself, and he often was, he absolutely loved Stiles' eyes on him; he liked
people watching him quite a bit. The eyes taking in his wings made him glow just a bit under the
feathers and made his shoulder blades feel warm under their weight. The eyes lingering longer on his
lips made him curve them around in a full smile, though; because being watched and having attention
on him made him happy, and Todd wasn't one to hide it when he was happy. The blush on the human's
face was only the cherry on top.

“You're blushing, Stiles. Be careful, I might just think you like the thought of dancing with me.” he
smirks around the words, leaning in a little closer now that the permission was granted, and when he
was pulled insistently toward the dance hall, he couldn't help but let the smile fall natural again. Todd
appreciated the human form, perhaps more than anything else in the entire world. The curves and drops
in each bit of the body was gorgeous to him, and Stiles was a perfect example of exact perfection in the
human form, and although there were many other equally gorgeous people around, Stiles had his full
attention at that moment, and he couldn't help but feel the warmth in the human's voice down to his
core.


“You know how to lead, right?”

Of course Theliel knew how to lead; he'd been dancing for a bit longer than humans had been dancing
and the proposition made him smile as he stepped forward, taking Stiles' right hand and pulling him
close enough to fulfill the position of the waltz, with his left arm resting easily into the dip in Stiles'
back. He left enough room between them to remain friendly, and let the air between them remain a
sociable mix of mischievous and gleeful.




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Rory's lack of ability to meet Jacob's eyes only increased with the cold ball that formed in his throat as
soon as the angel began talking to him. The silence stretched on and Rory fidgeted, shifting foot to foot
as the silence quite literally made him squirm in an uncomfortable anxiety with which he watched
Jacob's shoes.

"Well, are you going to tidy it up?" the words make Rory squirm in an almost entirely different way.
The eyes centered on Jock's shoes immediately went from fear to resentment and malice, but he didn't
stop with the uncomfortable, anxious demeanor he'd been doomed to already. He was reaching up to
take a drag from his cigarette when the angel pulled it from his lips and flung it away and Rory had to
stop himself from decking the angel with a trembling fist.

"You know those things will kill you." once more, the angel's harsh words were less advice, more statement.
Rory followed his gaze to the ground where he'd spilled his drinks and the resentment bubbling in his
stomach immediately turned cold, sparked steely against him being uncomfortable, and maybe it was
the adrenaline, maybe it was the fact that Rory was already hyped, uncomfortable, anxious, and
practically out of his mind. His moods pulled him down, as they so often did, swirled his thoughts to
oblivion.

The thing about Rory is that he'll roll over for those he trusts; he likes to not be the one in control, and
moreso he likes to not be the aggressor of any situation. But Jock made two mistakes; first, he talked
down to Rory, and second; he messed with Rory's addiction. These two mistakes combined made a mix
that made it impossible for Rory not to make the next mistake;

He watched Jacob's chest and collar bone only for half a second before he sprang forward, and landed a
heavy punch between his lowest ribs, square in the center of his solar plexus. It was the hardest one
Rory could throw, and connected at the first two knuckles with a twist of the fist and half a growl out
of Rory's mouth as he did it. He snarled out his own order before the fist contacted the angel's chest,

"Say that again, motherfucker, I dare you."

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"Don't tell me you've gone all shy on me, Todd." Stiles teased as he laid a hand on the back of the
Angel's neck. He brought their bodies close, not an inch to spare between them. He was pleasantly
surprised that it didn't bother him. He wasn't flailing all over the place like he would've if they were in
front of Simon or some other Angel. Being surrounded by all these strangers was, ironically, akin to
being left alone with him. They danced fluidly with the music with unpracticed grace, their bodies moving
against each other as if they were one being. Todd's hand on the small of his back was a comfortable
weight, lulling him into a warm sense of contentment. His smile could've reached his ears for all he knew
but he couldn't stop if he tried. Without even meaning to he intertwined their fingers were their hands
were clasped together, rubbing circles into the nape of Todd's neck with his thumb. He'd never waltzed
before but no spectator would've been able to tell. Stiles laughed, his whole body moving with the sheer
intensity of it. "You know you're not half bad if I do say so myself, you're actually making me look good."








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To say that Lucien's mood had been soured by the careless tongue of one Son of Man was folly.
He'd been brooding since his Camaro pulled up to the gates, dreading the boredom that was
sure to come. After his little run in with the amber eyed human, he'd vacated the bar at secluded
himself in the grand hall. He leaned up against a pillar, shot of liquor in his hand, watching the party
as it unfolded. He was almost surprised with how well everything was going. Besides the predictable
word vomit coming from some of the human participants, the whole party was seemingly going on
without any fallacies. But of course events would prove to have Lucien eating his words.

Just a short distance away, a Son of Man—though not one from the Aerie—was quarreling with a
fair-haired Angel. It was a simply exchange of words but, like most humans, this young man was
careless. The Angel, Lucien came to realize, was an Arch-Angel. One he knew, if he wasn't mistaken
by the wings. It was a strong identifier, even with the Angel's back to him, and he was almost
positive that the Angel went by the name of Jacob. His suspicions were confirmed when he turned
his back on the human, showing his masked face to him before a punch was thrown. Stupid human

With a long suffering sigh, Lucien pushed himself off of the column and ushered a servant over. He
stepped in between the Son of Man and Jacob as the Arch-Angel turned, offering a nod of acknowledgment
before he greeted him, "Excuse my companion," he said as the servant bent down between
them to clean up the mess. "I'm afraid he doesn't know how to conduct himself in certain company.
It won't happen again, I assure you."
As the servant ducked away, Lucien cast his eyes down to the mess
and offered his hand to Jacob, "No harm done?"