The Aerie

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“Having fun yet?” Even cold hearted Ashlynn couldn't lie about the fact he was enjoying his night, he wasn't about to completely tell it either. “This night happens to be quite fancied by me, I'm hoping it's the same in your opinion.” This night could have more perks, like him seeing Leslie or maybe even Tessa.

Nevertheless he was finding himself parched, picking up a cup he set it to his lips and let the light liquid spread within his mouth. After he swallowed down the lack of taste drink he sighed from refreshment. “So what do you think will happen after this? We'll go home and sleep? Wake up in the morning like nothing bad ever happened?" The thought was silly enough to make him produce laughter in the back of his throat and shake his head no lightly. It was stupid that the angels assumed all humans would want this, he felt like little then half of other humans could barely tolerate the angels. Ashlynn was one of the few that would try so hard to contain hard feelings against them, but could easily melt. He was still a very Christian man, he still knew angels were heavenly, but yet he was still forced to watch how hostile some were. Looking down at Raziel he smiled, just another reason he could gave to love the angels, but his stubbornness would never tolerate such things, nor would his pride.

“Looks like someone's nerves have calmed down, after they got the chance to stuff their face.” Seeing Raziel relax but him a little more at ease, he wasn't really shaken up to begin with. It was different knowing he was within the Aerie undercover, yet him wasn't worried about caught, maybe because he was so relaxed with Raz. Reaching out he slid his hand down her soft wings, “At least they're no longer tremblement”pause“seems this food is bringing you some center.” Without even realizing it he seemed to have picked up on the language he had been so use to talking with at home, French.

Grinning loosely he still allowed himself to smooth out Raziel's wings. "Out of everyone's wings I'd have to find yours the best." In Ashlynn talk that meant, You're the best. He was to find of compliments, especially not direct ones; beating lightly around the bush was fine with him.

She had no doubt that she would be joining her colleague at the bar later but for now she had some exploring to do. While Lucien may know the place inside and out, she didn't and it made her uncomfortable. Still, knowing where he was made things a little easier for her. She felt a bit less stressed. She finished off her wine and passed it to a waiter passing by before moving away from her hiding place. Navigating back to the first floor, she had every intention of exploring the grounds area and counting the attack dogs for planning a possible escape route. A much unwanted distraction came in the form of a loud crash and like all others, her gaze fell upon the source. Seeing Gaige stare at her made her stomach twist into knots. She had no disdain for the other female and actually enjoyed the few and far between stimulating conversations she had with her, as she seemed to be the only one who could understand her when she was babbling about tech. She was a bit envious that Gaige could study the Angels so closely, but at the same time she was glad it wasn't her.

Her jaw stiffened for a moment as her mind whiter with thoughts on what to do. She concluded that it would be best to walk away, feeling that giving the idea that they knew each other would make things worse. Tensely, she turned and continued on her way. It pained her to do so, knowing that people would be whispering about Gaige, knowing angels would sneer at the "clumsy" human. And her arm was cut. Amelia worried if she'd be okay. If they'd give her medical attention. She frowned and rounded a corner, her thoughts racing while she simultaneously surveyed the area, made mental notes, and planned an exit if needed. She hoped that no unnecessary suspicious would be aroused by the event and that none noticed the momentary gaze they held. While it would be written off by most as nothing, some simply wouldn't take that chance. She wouldn't be able to hold her own if faced with questions. She didn't do well under that sort of spotlight. Time and time again she failed interrogation practices with Oliver and Lucien. She cracked when faced with abuse. They'd abuse her, wouldn't they?

Her focus was lost and again she found herself stopping to lean against a wall. Maybe she was overreacting, over thinking it. She did that...

Seeing Ash have the slightest bit of fun always made Raz's night. While she certainly didn't know his entire story, she knew he didn't have enough enjoyment of his short human life. His life would be the blink of an eye to Raziel, but she wanted to help make it happier. Besides, he offered her so much entertainment, that it was all she could do to attempt the same.

Ash's comment brought Raz's thoughts to the future. "If only our feuds could be solved so easily." Raz changed her gaze to the small pinwheels on the plate before her. For a moment, she considered going hungry, the artful confections looked too good to eat. Food was the easiest way to get to Raziel's heart and the chefs a the Aerie knew her by name from her various visits to the kitchens.

"What are these delightful things?" The prospect of new food allowed her to find a temporary reprieve from the nervousness that had plagued her. She smiled up at her companion and urged him to take one for himself after she had greedily devoured a few. Embarrassing and hardly ladylike, yes, but she certainly felt better afterwards.

“Looks like someone's nerves have calmed down, after they got the chance to stuff their face.” Ash's quiet comment brought a blush to her face. She regretted not being a better representation of her brethren. Her behavior since arriving to Earth had been far from angelic, but the snacks had been delicious and she was always eager to experience new things.

The minute his strong hand touched her wings, a small shiver ran through her body. A small sigh escaped her lips as she smiled in pleasure. The soft caress of her wings was akin to a relaxing massage after a long day. It was nearly sinful. Despite the wonderful distraction he was causing to her wings, she heard his lapse into French, another thing Raz enjoyed about him as most of the humans spoke exclusively English. The rattled Raz was still able to see some form of compliment from Ash and it only served to deepen her smile.

"Oh Ash, if I'm not mistaken that was a compliment." Her voice was slightly breathless, but she managed to still sound confident. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" she added after standing on her tip toes to place her hand his forehead.