〔 ❖ 〕𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢...

[ghostie,]

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( name. asteria goldfinch ) ( role. archangel ) ( age. appears 22 ) ( location. house/street ) ( tags. finnick )

Asteria laughed to herself as she texted a meme to Finnick. The archangel grinned and tossed her phone down on her bed beside her, stretching on the plush rose-pink duvet. She rolled onto her stomach and clicked on her phone, checking the time. "What do you think, Mia?" she asked, stroking her Devon Rex cat, Mia, between the ears. "Should I start getting ready?" The cat purred in response, and Asteria took that as a yes. She sighed and let her head flop onto the pillow. She enjoyed parties and getting ready for them, but she just couldn't drag herself off of her bed. She hadn't done anything particularly tiring today, but she found herself lacking the motivation to get up. Asteria let her mind wander to the night's party. Humans and angels alike, gathered in the luxurious Cherubim mansion in Seraphim, mingling. Together. It had happened before, but Asteria had never actually been. She was looking forward to it, and had a few outfit ideas lined up in her head already. With the thought of cute clothes on her mind, she finally rolled out of bed and landed, feet first, on the polished hardwood floor of her apartment. Her building was near the Seraphim gates, but on the New Zephyr side. She lived close to Finnick, and it reminded her to text him. She quickly picked up her phone and sent the angel a quick message.

'u better be coming to this party tn. i won't be able to survive it without u :('

After she hit send, she chucked her phone back on her bed and headed down the hall to her bathroom. She slipped out of her lounge clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling herself relax under the warm water. Not one to take overly long showers, Asteria soon finished and stepped out onto the soft white bath mat and wrapped herself with a plush white towel. What, she liked the aesthetic. Out of the shower, Astera let her wings unfurl and stretched them, sighing with the feeling. Her bathroom was quite large, so it gave her room to let her wings free. She quickly groomed them, flattening any out of place feathers. Her wings, white at the tip and slowly darkening to a rose pink at the base, stretched elegantly from her back. With a reluctant sigh, Asteria folded them back in again until they disappeared into her back. Wrapping herself with a soft silk robe, she left her bathroom and made her way back into her bedroom, stopping in the kitchen first to make herself a vanilla iced coffee. She took a sip of the coffee and set it on her dresser, opening the doors to her closet. Tonight's party was a formal event, so she needed something fancier to wear. Most of her wardrobe was made up of sundresses, generally floral or some other similar pattern. Tucked to the far left, however, was where she kept all of her fancy things.

Her first option was a long sleeved beige dress with a pink and beige floral pattern that reached to just above the knee. It had a ruffled hem and the same treatment to the sleeve cuffs. Asteria tried the dress on and stoof in front of her mirror. She did a twirl and frowned. It didn't have the vibe she was going for. Option two was an off-the-shoulder floor length dress. It was a light blue with small flowers, and a slim fit. Again, Asteria huffed and shook her head, going back to her closet for something else. Her third option was a sleeveless and backless floor length dress with a similar shape to the last one she tried on. It was a dusty pink with a subtle floral pattern. The straps came together in a small tie at the top of each of her shoulders, and Asteria knew this was the one. She smiled and grabbed her phone to snap a mirror selfie. She opened her messages and sent it to Finnick.

'tonights fit. you better be ready to party, fin!"

Finally satisfied with her outfit, Asteria went back to her bathroom to do her makeup. Nothing fancy, a quick smudge of blush, some mascara and lipgloss. She quickly finished her iced coffee, slipped on a pair of cream-coloured wedge heels, grabbed her purse and chucked her phone in it, said goodbye to Mia and stepped out the door. Locking it behind her, she slid down the banister and into the lobby of her building. She pushed open the door, a warm breeze ruffling her dress as she stepped onto the sidewalk. The sun was setting, turning the sky a stunning array of colours. Asteria grinned as she headed off down the sidewalk, squinting as she spotted a familiar figure ahead of her. Breaking into a sprint, she ran up beside Finnick, who was walking with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. "Know how to answer a text, idiot?" She chided, grinning.

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( name. lorelai fischer ) ( role. det. partner) ( age. 32 ) ( location. house ) ( tags. mentions charles )

Knocking back the rest of her drink, Lorelai tossed some cash on the counter and slid off the bar stool, mumbling a thanks to the bartender as she walked out the door. The walk back to her apartment was pleasant, the setting sun creating a mosaic of purple, yellow and blue in the sky. A warm breeze ruffled her hair and she breathed in the fresh air. Sunset was one of Lorelai's favourite times of day. She found it to be a peaceful refuge from the busy routine of her job. She unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, letting her head thunk against the back of the door. She sighed, glad to be home. It had been a rough day at work, the angel cases only seeming to pile up. Besides, they had gone to a car crash by the river, the only survivor a man with angel coverage.

Before she knew it, Lorelai was being ambushed by her German Shepherd, Indy. "Hi Indy baby, I missed you." she cooed, kneeling down to scratch between the dog's ears. Indy wagged her tail and licked Lorelai's face. The detective laughed and stood up, heading into her bedroom. Indy followed and jumped onto the bed, curling up at the end. As Lorelai flicked through her phone, she got a reminder for the party at Cherubim. She groaned. She had completely forgotten about it. She sat down on her bed and threw her phone to the side, putting her face in her hands as she massaged her temple. She really didn't want to go. She flopped backwards onto her pillows, Indy comping up to lay by her side. Lorelai idly stroked the dog, contemplating whether to go or not. Then she remembered that Charles was going, and she had told him she was going to go, and she didn't want to let him down. She definitely didn't want to go just so he could see her in a cute outfit, looking good. Definitely not.

Groaning (again), Lorelai got up and headed to her closet. She bit her lip, eyes scanning for something to wear. Something emerald green caught her eye and she pulled the hanger out. It was a pant suit, elegantly tailored with high-waisted pants and a slim fitting blazer. She knew right away this was what she would wear. She rifled through her drawers until she found a tight black shirt with a slightly higher collar. She got changed, making sure the shirt was tucked in. Throwing on a silver necklace, earrings and a bracelet, Lorelai moved to her bathroom to fix her face. She put on some mascara and a swipe of deep red lipstick. Satisfied, she couldn't help but smile at her reflection. She felt good. She felt confident. Back in her bedroom, Lorelai checked the time and realized she would have to leave now if she didn't want to be late. Saying goodbye to her dog, Lorelai slipped into a pair of black pumps, grabbed one of her fancier purses, and headed out the door. On the sidewalk, she flagged down a passing taxi and gave the driver her destination. The gates of Seraphim.

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──────a penny for thought > deimos > 1511

Exhaustion tugs at his body as he drops onto the new couch, still firm and uncomfortable as new couches tended to be. Some white, plush thing that had been on his mind lately, except he hadn’t taken the time to go to an actual store and test it out or anything, so the actual comfort level of it was definitely not what he expected. But, well, it was still something – though part of him yearned for the older couch (although it had only been used for about a month before he had gotten tired of it and now it was off at some family’s house, being loved and cherished in its pristine quality – at least in comparison to this one) – that could hold up his body when it couldn’t hold itself together for the momentary respite.

Not five minutes later and he’s peeling himself off of the surface and standing again. So, okay, maybe running that many shifts in a row wasn’t really necessary in the long run – but he did have to eventually pay for the couch. And the mortgage. And the bills. And the utilities. And the food when he had to take the previous food he had bought only a day ago to some donation kitchen somewhere because suddenly he couldn’t stand the idea of eating any of it. God, and his décor which was set to arrive sometime around four which was in fourteen minutes and he would have to move it all because God forbid he make the delivery drivers do that when he could do it himself in the first place.

His phone goes off and he runs a hand over his eyes. Where is his phone? The ‘meep meep’ of the Roadrunner plays again and he recognizes the group chat’s tone, then recalls the meme he had been thinking of when coming home but forgot to send and realized the timing would be off now. Sad. Not that it mattered because the phone is currently missing in action alongside his ability to recollect where, exactly, he put it when he walked in.

“Well,” he hums. There’s not much else to add and the room is silent once more as he picks his way across the floor, noticing a couple scrapes from the couch being moved in – or maybe those were the ones from yesterday when he was moving the old couch. Was that yesterday? No, it was the day before.

“I wonder if that’s why I was supposed to invest in a calendar,” he mentions to the air. “Although usually I don’t lose my phone, either – what’s today?” The momentary pause in both his moments and the sound breaks when he makes a higher pitched, “huh,” noise, shrugging and returning to his lethargic staggering. The fridge door provides a temporary roost for him to lean against for a moment, dozing slightly before stirring and pulling it open. A brief scour of the inventory of the fridge brings little enticement and he closes it without doing anything, continuing his hunt for a snack of some sort.

There’s a knock at the door as he abandons search for anything good, wandering almost listlessly across the drab room. “Maybe I should have painted the walls,” he mumbles as he pulls the door open, not bothering to look at who had knocked. Ah, right, the décor. He yawns as he signs the papers, hands it back and declines the offer for anymore help after they’ve unloaded the small box truck. Cheerily waving after them as they leave, he surveys the multitudes of boxes on the porch thoughtfully, though he doesn’t really recall what exactly is supposed to be in which box anymore. He could check the orde- No, wait, still can’t find the phone.

It’s nearing five when he gets all the boxes in and he hasn’t found his phone still but he can occasionally hear the ring of various messages from various people – some generic and some specific. He thoughtfully realizes that one of them could be dead while his phone is off hiding and he’d never know until he found it, but nah. They’re fine.

The sky is darkening and he’s running late for… something. His phone turns up face down on the ground beside the countertop he must have set it on, having vibrated right off of the surface at some point. He gets a good laugh out of the idea for no explainable reason but bends to retrieve it, going through the messages as he throws himself back onto the uncomfortable couch. A couple messages from some employers asking if he can come in, which he needs to double check but answers yes to a few of them off the bat. Some more from various potential hook-ups he knows he’s not going to do anything with, which he answers vaguely. Vote for Supreme Archangel Billy, blah blah, which he deletes alongside a few others. Politics. Politics are important, which would explain why he received both angel and human political campaigns, right?

He crosses a leg over his other and lounges before startling up in less than a few seconds when he reaches the message Finn sent to the group chat…. About an hour ago. He laughs, “oho, yikes,” before standing and meandering over to get ready – change out of his work clothes, shower off the grime of the last, God, eighteen hours, actually find suitable clothing for the event and listen to Deimos’ chastisement of not wearing his really nice yellow suit that made him think of bananas which- really, now, made him feel slightly ill. Maybe find something to eat before he went to travel, if there was spare time.

There isn’t spare time by the time he’s finished. He has to double back twice, forgetting his phone the first time (really, it’s a surprise that he uses it as much as he does when he seemingly constantly doesn’t have it) and then forgetting his wallet both times and having to go back the second, which he probably doesn’t need but might need by the end of this little party.

He’s not technically late, just… running late, soon to be late, will be late if he doesn’t hurry and make this very important pit stop. He greets Nina when he enters the store and chats for a little bit, tells her he’ll try to make a shift tomorrow evening if he isn’t busy and otherwise stop by later and chat or something and then after paying his (discounted) fee, dashes out with a wink and a wave and a hand full of brightly colored flowers that clash with the black of his suit.

It doesn’t take long for him to rap his knuckles against a particularly bland door and even less time for him to open it without preamble and wander in carelessly, although numerous threats should have warned him against such otherwise. And yet, as he seeks out the angel he doesn’t seem worried.

“So,” he starts, cheerful. “I missed Finn by, like, an hour – don’t take that the wrong way, you’re not second choice or anything – but I figured you’d still be moping around and whatnot so I invited myself over to pick you up.” He doesn’t move to take a seat or anything, but throws the bouquet of assorted flowers (it’s a bright bouquet, yellows and oranges and whites, of lilies, roses and daisies) at Deimos casual enough, but careful as to not destroy the quality of the flowers. “Here I got this for you on my way - Nina says she wants to know what you did specifically to warrant these flowers and I had to tell her you’re just that great of a guy – ah, she’s the one who made that for me for you.”

He looks the angel over briefly. “You look ready enough, were you about to leave? I’m surprised you aren’t already with Finny, Deedee. Usually you’re closer than this – unless…” A sly look crosses his face. “Were you waiting up? Did your supernatural angel powers clairvoyantly tell you I was on my way? That’s so sweet, I’m blushing. Is it hot in here or is that just you?” He fans himself, taking an extra step backwards. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Et cetera, et cetera – you ready to go?”

Instead of inviting himself further to sit on the couch, he maneuvered himself to the counter and hopped to sit on it, pleasantly. “We should go soon – the party is going to start and Finn might somehow manage to fall into a well without you there to protect him. Someone might debauch him, smoother him in various human sentiments like love or something – Jesse is there - probably. Maybe Finn and Jesse are going to somehow find a way to escape your presence and who knows what those two’ll get up to.”

“Oh-… you look nice by the way. I feel like I was supposed to start with that.”

[fiver]

☁ xxxxx𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔xxx𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚎
x[role; angel]x[age; twenty-two] x[gender; male]x[sexual orientation; demisexual] x[tags; open] x[feeling; nervous & excited]

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●xxxIt was such a beautiful night... Well, the makings of one at least. Right now it was still lit enough that the street lights hadn't turned on. Painted mesmerizing shades that seemed to flow so effortlessly to the dark black sky where only faint orbs of stars could be seen... Paired along side the temperature which mingled comfortably between maybe sixty degrees fahrenheit to somewhere in maybe the fifties. Hopefully the temp didn't drop too much over the span of the night. Finn hadn't thought ahead to bring any jackets besides the fancy one paired with his clothes. Which... If he was honest, didn't offer much warmth. Oh well, It wasn't anything Finn couldn't handle.

Finnick kept his slow-paced trek, perhaps to just continue savoring the pleasant weather, or maybe even to proceed to people watch. It certainly wasn't every day that people were in their 'Sunday's Best'. A small smile lingered on his lips as his somber pace, thinking to himself in his lonesome walk.

"Asteria! " Finnick exclaimed with a small nervous and startle chuckle as he slipped a hand from his pocket, gently rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I guess I had it on vibrate or something..." The young angel quickly slipped his phone from his back pocket. In his startle, he stumbled on a seam in the sidewalk but luckily caught himself before crashing and burning. His eyes scanning the screen as he saw them multiple messages from Asteria and then a few from Dakota... That was relieving, Dakota was coming at least. And he could only assume the others would follow suit.

Shaking his head some, he couldn't help but grin a bit. "You look lovely tonight! I love your dress." He complimented as he noticed the subtle floral pattern hidden in the dusky pink coloration the dress had. It was kinda Asteria's thing; floral and all... Finn couldn't help but laugh gently as he nodded. "We definitely have to take a picture together at some point, you know?" He asked gently.

Looking forward once more, he offered his arm out to her. "I'm really glad you came. I was kinda worried I'd be alone." He said sheepishly as the gleaming gates of Seraphim came into view, reflecting the sunset colors. He wondered how they stayed so clean... Jez, he couldn't remember the last time he had actually been in Seraphim besides when he signed on to be a guardian angel. Otherwise he kinda just didn't bother with angel life... Against his brother's best wishes.

That was something Finn defiantly liked about Asteria. Not only did she share a clumsy nature, but she also was the only other angel he knew of that actually didn't live in the angel city. They were alike in that sense. On the other hand... There was a significant tremendous age gap and ranking. She shared the same rank as his brother as an archangel. Not that it really bothered him anyway. Just made him a little nervous at first.

"It's cool, you know? That they open the angel city to humans... I mean, it's only really The Cheribum Mansion... But! It's a good opportunity for our species to intermingle. I think it's good for everyone..." Finn said softly as his mossy green gaze traveled to the happy couples and loners entering the gates. A few archangels stood right past the entrance to monitor the crowd as they made their way to the baroque architecture. Their belts were adorned with godly embellishments, astonishing seaming... But the gleaming steel adorned with engravings, that hung about the entire length of their leg. Well, it was probably three inches past the knee on an average size male. On a smaller archangel... The bigger the blade appeared.

The mansion was rumored to be built when the angels first made their appearance on earth. Made to signify that even in the glorious city of angels that the heart of the city would always belong to the humans for accepting them so graciously, for partnering up with the angels, for trusting them with their lives. Now, now it was used for such events. Large social gatherings. Parties. Events with the high officials of the city council. So forth...

Glancing to his blonde-haired companion, he offered a superficial smile. "Shall we, ma'dame?" Finn feigned a fancy tone as he walked with her through the archway of the city boundary between humanity and divinity. The atmospheric lit city streets were almost like a pathway to The Cherubim Mansion that was in the center of grand skyscrapers, buildings with windows so clean the sky was mirrored in the reflective surface of the glass.

Finn gathered a breath in his lungs, enough to ache his bones. He hated these walls... but he couldn't let it show...

❖ xxxxx𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜xxx𝚉𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘
x[role; archangel]x[age; two hundred & nine] x[gender; male]x[sexual orientation; asexual] x[tags; christain] x[feeling; annoyed]

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●xxxParties... He loathed parties but as a archangel he had attended to his fair share... More than he'd like to have attended in his two hundred and nine lifespan. Public appearances. Flawless speeches. It was drilled in Deimos like a captain would drill protocol in their soldiers. And tonight was no exception. Show up. SHow off your feathers to humans who didn't have angels protecting them from their own peril... It was all a good facude, he'd give them that. Faking the whole 'No strings attatched' gig.

Do you know what Deimos thought? Humans deserved whatever fate they managed to get themselves caught in. Example? The man saved early this morning. Recklessly speeding, being arrogant and stupid. But since the pretty boy had funds? He had an angel save him when he raced his pretty little car into another human. The other family? Dead. A man, his wife, and a young child. Taken by the actions of a greedy, sinful creature. Selfish. But protected by divine intervention.

Deimos growled gently to himself as his slate grey wings opened, the feathers spread and bristled out in his anger. His disgust.

The sun setting in the distance shone through the window of his condo reflecting on his wings. The hidden blues and purples reflecting only in the direct sunlight. Easy, easy. The archangel drug a hand through his dark brown locks. He couldn't brute all day. No. He might as well put his time to better use then thinking about things he already knew was true.

Gaze flicking to his phone, Deimos groaned softly as he went over to the dark stone granite to where the device sat. The group chat. He wished Christain and Finn hadn't added him to the atrocious messages between thermal. With weird pictures with texts, things he didn't understand and thought was rather idiotic. Half the time, Deimos thought that Christain sent so many... 'memes'? Just to pester him.

He only picked it up to glance at the messages. Finn asking if anyone was coming tonight, Dakota (an angel he had only met a few times), and Asteria. Oddly enough the abdominal Christain hadn't graced his phone with a million messages. Oh well, there were few he could actually stand the presence of.

Tonight his suit was all dark colors; a black suit jacket, a black button-down, a black vest with dark forest green lacework, and black pants. Of course, his shoes were black as well. Nothing fancy... Deimos had all his clothes custom made where his wings could always be out. He no longer could stand to hide them away under his skin. Folding his feathered appendages along his back, he glanced in his reflection to tie his plain black tie.

Deimos was rather caught off guard as he heard his door opening. His grey-green eyes; like a forest in the midst of an heavy fog, startled at first as he felt the presence of the human. Christain.

"You are one brave little man," Deimos muttered as he glanced back to his reflection, finishing up tying up his tie. Just in time too, by the time he turned around, he was catching a... Bouquet of flowers....? Deimos' nose crinkled in disgust as he looked them over before pulling them away from his face and looking to him in dismay.

"Is that so?" He chided gently and had the overwhelming urge to throw the array of flowers, the ones he despised the most for that matter, right in the trash. But out of his own reasons, he sat them down. Grabbing a tall glass from his cabinet, he filled it with water before sitting them reluctantly in the fluid.

His gaze flickered to him as he made himself comfortable his counter space. Shaking his head, Deimos hissed grumpily. "Deedee?"He snorted at the nickname. "You're lucky I don't smite you out of existence for such an offense." Flicking his wings some, He set the glass on the other side of him, near his thigh.

Turning and walking from the bored male, not wanting to further humor him. A small, annoyed smile crossed his lips no matter how much he fought it. A sneer quickly followed suit as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "My... 'spider senses' as you humans call it? I suppose you could say that. Or maybe, deep down, my babysitting senses picked up you stronger than my idiotic sibling. Seems like you might need more guidance then him with your... me-me's." Deimos purposely pronounced memes as "me - me's" In order to agitate him. "But... Yes. If you fancy leaving, I'd say we go now before we end up late."

The only thing he bothered doing before he declared himself ready to leave was grabbing a watchband off the entryway table. Adorning it on his left wrist, he looked back towards Christian. His dark brows furrowing as he snorted. "Are you mocking me, dear Christain?" He asked with a raise of said eyebrows as he smirked. Perhaps Deimos knew just how to throw the man off his mojo. "As much as falling into a well sounds like something that could endanger my naive brother... I think you're right about the love and sentiments... You might be right... He has started to take a liking to, well, rather distasteful characters. Ones that can't help themselves from flirting with his own reflection in the mirror." He muttered back.

"Please, you had me more sold on the ... falling from heaven crap you spouted off... Something about blah blah blah? I like that one more." Deimos shot a small smile in his direction. Deimos, unfortunately, found himself in said situations like this with Christian often. far more than he'd ever admitted to anyone- not that Christian had any trouble outing their interactions with the small friend group that he and Finn surrounded himself with.

"You look like crap Christian... Oh! wait! Eyeshadow? I didn't think you were an eyeshadow guy, those bags under your eyes are about as deep they could swallow up the pacific ocean." Deimos jabbed as he opened his door, flicking the lock this time as he held it open. Waiting for Christian to exit his living quarters.

"Come on, get out of my living space, you little pest." He motioned with a hand.

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there was a soft buzz to her side, somewhere, but kelsey felt more than heard the vibration. she was warm but panicked, and when she turned desperately the other way, her eyes only took in darkness. there was a laugh, muffled as if she was underwater, bouncing off walls she couldn't see. she screamed, but water rushed into her open mouth and into her lungs. her wings finally gave out with a sickening crunch, as if they were snapping branches, and she was falling into the darkness, deeper and deeper and deeper. she was going to die. she was going to plummet for hours, until she hit the ground and no one could save her. the laugh echoed again, familiar but manic, and-

kelsey snapped awake, blankets wrapped around her legs like she had been kicking them. she scrambled around for her phone and found it lodged under her thigh, the battery half drained. she had only meant to nap for an hour or so; the phone screen told her she was asleep for three. she stumbled off the bed, grabbing at the blankets to free herself, not quite sure why her heart was racing so fast. she plugged in her phone ad left it sitting on the edge of her bed before she wobbled to the bedroom door.

snoopy was sitting patiently outside her bedroom door when she opened it, and the small jack russel mix quickly jumped up to lick at her arms. he was normally a pretty white, but his fur looked dull and dusty. his black ears were perked as much as they could, and she rubbed a thumb under his eye to get a stray whisker off his face. he didn't normally get so excited to see her, but deep down she was relieved to know the dog was trying to watch over her and give her comfort. maybe she had had a bad dream. had she cried out? normally snoopy slept with her in case she had nightmares, but her nap hadn't meant to go on so long. she probably was going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.

unless the party wore her out. the angel groaned as she remembered, lithe fingers snatching up the outfit she had picked out earlier from where it was folded neatly over the back of her couch. it was a simple, red button-down and black dress pants, since she didn't really own more than one dress and assumed it was going to get cold if she needed to slip out of the party for a bit. her hormones were messed up anyway; she got cold way too easily now (not that she could remember before, or if she had the same problem before, but...) she quickly got dressed and put on a little cologne in an attempt to hide the smell of dog; snoopy, from his new place perched on the beige couch, didn't look the least bit guilty as he watched her get ready, delighted as he chewed the bone she had got him the day before.

the angel kneeled in front of the couch when she was ready, careful not to smudge the light, natural makeup she had put on. her phone buzzed in her pocket, an alarm so she could leave. snoopy watched her carefully, closing his eyes when she placed a gentle kiss on his little head. she wished she could take him with, but she knew she couldn't; although, maybe she'd get kicked out and wouldn't have to go if someone caught her. unfortunately, she decided, she was going to get through the party and the staring and the people, and then she was going to come home and sleep with her dog until noon the next day. with the thought in mind, the angel whispered her goodbyes and opened the door and unfolded her wings, quickly taking off.

kelsey was breathing hard when she finally made it to the party's venue, hazel eyes darting around quickly in order to take everything in. spread wide from her landing and loose from the journey there, her wings were quickly folded back behind her back. she had been retracting them too often lately, so they hurt a lot more and were a lot harder to get used to. now, as she rolled her muscles, she noticed that the normally groomed feathers were windblown and rugged. she was sure her hair looked the same and ran a hand through it as she began walking, legs aching from the adrenaline of flying. even after almost two hundred years, it was still an odd feeling. it was more of a rush than caffeine could give her, and sometimes the rush just made her fear flying even more.

the angel disliked flying for many reasons; the weak, frightened feeling that it left her with after landing was just one. another was the fear of falling, which was perhaps an irrational thought for an angel such as herself, but it had been around since she was just a baby in angel terms. due to how she lived her life, the angel also relied on walking more than flying, preferring to keep her wings out of sight since they would startle most humans. it was easier to put them away, and safer, too. but one fear stuck out from the rest; the idea that she'd lose her simple, more comfortable life and get her wings taken by a greedy and sinful person. no matter how much she talked about wanted the relationship between angels and humans to be stronger, the simple thought of losing one of the only things that made her higher than them... it seemed a little greedy, so she never mentioned it.

kelsey hadn't shown her wings under such circumstances as the party in years. not that it seemed that showing off wings was required; more like it just felt that way. how her wings looked had always been something insignificant and unnecessary to her; why did it matter if they were small or larger, or what color they were? but at that party, with her wings tucked crookedly behind her back, she knew people were staring. perhaps she was being seen as someone who was boasting, or perhaps the people watching were just watching because, well, people watched. still, the hair on the back of kelsey's neck stood up and she ducked her head a bit, pulling her wings in tighter. it was an uncomfortable feeling, being seen differently from the humans, but she wasn't surprised that she wasn't used to it yet.

the sky was darkening, and she knew despite its beauty that she was going to get cold, so the angel quickly began walking towards the entrance, the heels of her black boots clicking on the concrete. she tried not to look at the guards or the swords they were carrying, instead keeping her gaze locked somewhere under their chins until she got past. the party was already going, and kelsey quickly weaved through to make her way to a less crowded space. she used her wings as a sort of cousin as she crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. hopefully, jeremy would come, or else she'd have to make friends with people. not that it was hard for her normally; just that she wasn't sure she had her head on straight at the moment with all the people. she would be awkward and nervous, and she would stumble over her words. she rubbed a hand over her face, trying to ease out the tension. it was going to be a long night.

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i'll edit this post and put koda's second post here in a bit - i'll prob have him catch up to finn + asteria
jk he'll just get his own post

[ghostie,]

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( name. asteria goldfinch ) ( role. archangel ) ( age. appears 22 ) ( location. seraphim/cherubim ) ( tags. finnick )

Asteria smiled and rolled her eyes playfully at Finn's excuse. "Sure, sure." she replied, shaking her head. When the angel tripped and stumbled, Asteria barely held back a laugh. She coughed from it and pretended there was something very interesting in the sky above her. Her attention was brought back down when Finnick spoke again. She looked down sheepishly at his compliment. "Thank you, Finn." she replied, giving him an earnest smile. "You're looking very dapper yourself." she added, tilting her head at his outfit, suspenders and all. She nodded. "Of course! I didn't get this dolled up just to not have any photographic evidence!" she said, gesturing to her dress.

At the offer of his arm, Asteria gladly took it, giving it a comforting squeeze as she went. "Of course I came, I'd never miss a party!" she replied dramatically, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She sighed. "Besides, I think I'm supposed to be 'introduced' on stage or something." She added, frowning. But that was a problem for later. She shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind. She found herself relaxing even more in Finnick's company. Being in his presence always made her happier, regardless of what mood she might have been in before. He was like a little brother to her, and she didn't know what she would do without him.

Asteria nodded at the angel's comment. "Yes, I almost wish they did it more often." she replied, nodding in agreement. "If anything, it would give me an excuse to dress up more." she added, grinning. Asteria was a sucker for a fancy dress and a party. She'd never say no to dressing up and going out. As they neared the gates, she could feel Finnick growing tenser beside her. She gave his arm another comforting squeeze, and turned to smile at him. "We shall." she replied with a wink, her voice mimicking the fancy tone of Finn's. She felt herself simultaneously more at ease but also more tense now that they were in the gates. She ached to let her wings go free, but decided against it for now.

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It wasn't all that often that people would do something that would surprise him. It wasn't that he was super smart at telling what people would do or figuring out patterns or anything, really, it was just that he never really upheld any expectations as to the next course of action that would then determine surprise or a lack thereof when the next event did occur. If there was no set-up, there was no fall-out when that didn't end up happening.

The more you come to know someone, the more you start to set yourself up. Patterns build up - expectations and understanding, and it's because you know someone that you inherently are wrong.

He doesn't comment as the angel fills a vase with water, nor as the flowers are put into a vase - just watches. His gaze turns to the garbage for a moment, unfocused thoughtfully, before he returns his gaze the moment the still trash loses his interest. "It's absolutely so." He replies slowly, smile still patiently in place as his head tilts slightly at the angel who has already moved along to whatever other scheduled things were in wait.

"I think," he begins carefully, swinging his legs casually in contradiction, "that if you wanted to smite me you would have the minute we met - well, if it wasn't for Finny not wanting to watch you do that." Dipping his head slightly, he looks up through his lashes at Deimos. "Since that hasn't happened, well." There isn't a need to finish the sentence and he doesn't as a result, tapping his fingers against the surface of the counter idly. He looks back at the flowers for a moment and distractedly draws his attention back.

"Plus, I think Deedee suits you. Or, actually, it suits you so little that I think it fits more than if I picked something that actually suited you. Does that make sense? I think that made more sense before I said it out loud." Brow furrowed, his gaze turns to the right as he processes the sentence again - for the first time, really. "Yeah, that probably made more sense in my head." He concludes.

The smile that he catches on Deimos' face doesn't go missed, although he isn't certain that it wasn't just misconstrued as such by some weird, psychological something-or-other that he didn't really have the current attention span to care about while he ran on no hours of sleep. Pavlov him -- no, wait, wrong guy. He isn't a dog. At least not literally - there were probably some people who thought of him as less, some as more - really, perspective or something.

Still, Deimos probably smiled which is still probably an accomplishment even if it was only really supposed to worry him for his safety in the end - like one of those killers from the movies that only smiled when something wasn't funny except to them. Like, for example, murder. Some big-line end scene where the villain dies by some convenient and terrible overlooked fashion. Really morally grey, dropping the guy into a vat of acid... that... is how that went, if he remembers right. Maybe not?

He nearly misses the first part of the angel's sentence. Spiderman wasn't really what he was going for in his head, but sure. "My me-mes?" He repeats, casting a blank look at him for a moment before his brain is able to catch up. Who- Who says me-mes? There's no way to tell if he's being serious about that. Is he? "Me-mes?" He repeats again, as though it would help in any form. "You mean memes? I get that you're, like, a thousand or whatever, but..." Trailing off and looking momentarily troubled, the moment passes as Deimos continues.

The long shifts must really be getting to him as he finds himself unable to school his expression into something more regular before he's opening his mouth with a lack of response - just an abrupt, cut-off noise. "Wha- dear-?" He blinks twice, rapidly, eyebrows rising for a moment. The watch is nice, he thinks belatedly, then catches back up with what's going on again. "Looking in a mirror?" Or maybe not quite. "I can't really think about Jesse just flirting to himself in a mirror but..."

He scoffs good-naturedly. "Of course I did. Everyone knows that pickup lines are the way to pick people up - hence the name for them. You just gotta know how to use 'em and who to use 'em on. I'm going to take that as you absolutely accepting my offer of going on this date now, but you could have just said yes." His arms slide back to sustain him as he leans further on the counter. "Not that I'm against long professions of love and adoration for myself and family or whatever this was - it's cute."

But the sudden segue into his eyeshadow - or that, lack thereof but imitation of - has him wincing and drawing his eyes shut with a sharp inhale. "You really know how to..." he bites out, but then returns his gaze with far more exhaust than prior now that it had been pointed out so obviously. "I try my best, it's a look you really have to perfect before it works out just how you want it. The theme is, in fact, 'the hole in the bottom of the sea', thanks for noticing. Took me a whole eighteen hours to perfect it, you're such a supportive date for complimenting me."

Swinging off of the counter (it's more like staggering for a moment, somehow stumbling briefly in descent from a low height that shouldn't be possible but was for him), he takes his time sauntering over to the door, familiar smile replaced on his face as he slides between and out the door. He doesn't move far, standing right outside the threshold with his hands in his pockets as he waits for Deimos to exit.

"So polite, holding the door open. By the way - it's unsafe to leave the door unlocked. Did you remember to lock it this time?" He's grinning, bent forward as he watches. "Can you imagine if it wasn't just me bringing you flowers? What if there was some other guy who just so happened to walk in with a whole bouquet of flowers instead of mine - then where would my flowers go, hm?"

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he mock gasps as they move to leave. "Look!" He doesn't turn his phone to allow Deimos to look. "Because you were taking so long to doll up, we're going to be the latest earliest couple there. Can you believe this? The others are going to have the freshest pick of the hors d'oeuvres and we will be left with the last of the first batch of the night - that's just not right."

With his phone still open, he moves to the group chat and sends a brief text.

[christ i an (x:xx pm): im bringing my date soon see u there]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): alottiehottie.png]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): some ppl just take so long to get rdy smh]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): finny i hear ur in love]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): pls dont fall into a well w je,c or ill have to tell my date i told him so]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): then hes gonna smite me]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): so no one told you life was gonna be this way]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): guessilldie.png]
[christ i an (x:xx pm): ttyl sys]

A minute later and his phone is once more in his pocket, hopefully to stay. A sudden thought crosses his mind and he turns to look at Deimos, eyes wide. "Hey, so earlier... you... you know it's pronounced meme right? Not me-me? Like, that was a joke right?" He pauses. "Because... I know that you're old and whatnot but everyone knows what memes are at the very base definition. Tell me you know what they are."

They aren't far from the building now, and yet the question eats at him.

[crabodile]

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dakota had left his house in a hurry, but now, as he walked through the oddly empty streets in the human street, he slowed his pace and let out a little breath of air. he didn't normally stop to watch the sunsets or sunrises, but when he was awake or not busy he liked to sit with jasmine in the fresh air outside. the streets felt emptier than usual, and he had no doubt in his mind that half the people normally out were at the party. he didn't really understand why it was so exotic to go, but here he was. on his way to said exotic party. alone.

he shook the thought away, checking his phone as if he expected more messages to magically appear, reassurances that he was not making the trip to the party just to awkwardly be there for hours on end. he wasn't really important, other than the fact that he had an angel. no one would even notice if he wasn't there. his inbox stayed empty, though, and he slid the sleek, black device into his front pocket.

"this is stupid," he told the darkening sky, voice soft. the sky didn't speak back. he hummed, an odd little sound. it seemed that was one difference he had to others was his like of quiet walks under a darkening sky; maybe he was used to having a guardian angel to save him. did that make him as bad as the reckless rich? earlier, the news had spoken vaguely of a man who had only survived to to his angel. he couldn't stomach the idea, so he decided he just liked the peacefulness of it. it had nothing to do with the fact that. he was much more likely to survive an attack than an angel-less human doing the same thing.

dakota was quiet for the rest of his walk. the buildings slowly molded into something nicer until they were fewer between. when he entered seraphim, he felt as though his aura changed. he was still tense, like his nerves were ripping through him and giving him unnecessary anxiety, but there was also an echo of faux protection. it didn't take him much longer to see his first glimpse of the building where they were holding the party. he paused at the entrance, perhaps two hundred or so feet from the bouncers (guards?), fingers picking nervously at his pocket as if he were mulling a decision. should he text the group chat? no; if they were already here, they wouldn't answer. the gates loomed over his head, somehow even more threatening than the swords on the bouncers' hips.

dakota ducked his head as passively as he could as he slid in with a few others, using them as a sort of cover and refusing to look the bouncers in the eyes for longer than a quick moment. once he was inside, his search began. based on finnick's messages, dakota could only assume that finnick was already there. perhaps one of their other friends had appeared as well. the venue felt cramped but dakota found that he actually didn't mind much. he was just nit used to crowds; this amount of people might look miniscule in another person's world. he noticed some familiar figures and quickened his pace before he list the two to the multiplying crowd. "finnick, asteria!"

[fiver]

❖ xxxxx𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜xxx𝚉𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘
x[role; archangel]x[age; two hundred & nine] x[gender; male]x[sexual orientation; asexual] x[tags; christian] x[feeling; annoyed&amused]

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●xxx"You're lucky that my brother's light shines on you then, isn't it Chrisy?" Deimos muttered under hisbreath and cast him a rather amused smile. Chrisy sounded equally as bad as 'Deedee'... The Archangel couldn't help but shiver some at his severe distaste for the new nickname that the young man had designated him. Oh, Chrisy was only the beginning. He'd make sure to continue to deal cards until it felt... ample justice was dealt for such monstrosities.

Though, the more Christain spoke the more it confused him. More it made him wonder about his... 'friend's' sanity. But by the time he had stared at Christain in complete puzzlement... The opportunity to strike a question had easily evaded him. Ah, well... Tough luck.

Deimos couldn't help but scoff in sarcasm. "A thousand? Really? I get you humans have rather fragile lifespans but a thousand??" He repeated almost in scorn, in disbelief lightly. Surely his youthful late twenties appearance wouldn't give him a lousy number of a thousand?? "Five hundred and two. For your record." Raising an eyebrow lightly as he snakes an arm out and gives him a firm, simple pat on his arm.

The angel popped his wing out closest to him and shoved him lightly. Even smacking him upside the back of his head in the process. While it was a harmless action he did hold restraint. Only because the behavior Christain held tonight was seemingly more exhausted than usual. Almost as if the usual hard worker had worker perhaps a shift or two too many. There were many clues that lead him to make such an assumption. The staggering. The almost sporadic speech. The bags dragging the skin under his eyes.

"The day someone chooses to mosey into my condo without a deathwish can meet the end of my blade... Plus, I'm no ordinary angel Christain." Folding his wings along his back. Shrugging his shoulders, his suit readjusting from the jerk of an action. Deimos might not want to go to this party but he'd be damned if he didn't show up looking his best. Even showing up with a goon at his side...

Yet, this lucky little band was the few that his idiotic brother surrounded himself with... Oh, the joy of being an older sibling...

"Ah, the flowers. Right, right. I almost forgot those lovely things you brought me. The messy, dying corpse of flora... In a lovely array of the colors I despise the most. Call me crazy sweetheart but I think you were trying to agitate me." Deimos said, flashing a knowledging faux grin. "But, you wouldn't know anything about that funny suspicion... Would you Chrisy?" He questioned.

Stepping with a purpose he began his descent down the hallway. Instead of waiting for him to finish fooling around on his device. The annoying buzz in his pocket of the cluster of spam his 'companion' had just sent continuously alerting his phone. If he wasn't feeling an ounce of kindness for the tired boy... He would have snapped at him-

Him taking so long??? What?? He had been ready when Christian arrived??

At this point in their conversation had led them towards the building. "Me? You're joking. If anything we are late because you brought me those flowers you little-" Deimos grumbled, walking next to him and glancing towards the building. A small breath of the fresh air and he was ready.

Seriousness crossed his face as he looked back to him, "Meme... Meme. You humans really do come up with the stupidest of names for things. Pictures are pictures. Why do they need special names? The hell is a 'meme'... Ridiculous." Deimos shook his head in annoyance. In disgust. Why...? What purpose did they have anyway? Jesus... Mankind was for certain on its downward spiral... He missed the 1940's... Times were so much simpler and humankind used the brains they were gifted... "You should know me well enough to know I have a very limited sense of humor. And your 'me-me' joke isn't my forte." Once again, he pronounced them wrong. Out of good humor though... But he knew enough to know at least what they were... How could you not with his phone constantly buzzing with the damn things in the group chat?

"Do yourself a favor and go easy on any alcohol. And don't embarrass yourself too much, would you? Believe it or not, my brother doesn't need any more reason to get himself into trouble. And you Chrisy. Reak of trouble." Deimos said simply as he slipped his hands in his pockets and bowed his head in respect to the archangels posted outside the doors of the Cherubim Mansion.

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●xxxCharles sat in his darkened cubicle in the Homicde Division, bathed in the blue glow of his computer screen. Charles hadn't bothered to get up or move his hands to flip on the automatic lights in the private office he was sharing with Lorelai...

Time hadn't really had a playing part in his thought process as his eyes stared at the screen, flipping through the photos of the crime scenes. All around him were unorganized stacks of folders and still-unopened file boxes. On top of one of the boxes were a few empty cups of finished paper cups of coffee. A mix of both cups from the shared coffee machine and that from a nearby cafe that he visited often enough that the workers often knew what he wanted. No questions. A rather simple action really. Just sitting the exact amount in bills and coins...

Very rarely did he ever put anything fancy in his drink... Maybe a sugar packet every now and then... An indulgence...

The detective had been up at five a.m. that morning investigating another pair of gruesome severed wings. Another angel's death. While this wasn't a new case... it was equally concerning... But unlike his persistent nature, a lot of those in the office had other things on their mind. The party at the Cherubim Mansion...

The Cherubim Mansion party!! Shi- He had almost forgotten all about it in the haze of his lack of sleep and focus on these cases... Quickly standing, the urgency of his motions activated the lights and the blinding light yellow lights flickered to life. By the time they were powered up to their full brightness, he was scrambling with a few files in his arms. Running out of the office, he was fumbling for his keys and unlocking the doors of his unmarked dodge challenger.

Charles seemed to find himself on the deep side of little to no luck... Sleep would be nice... But Lorelai had mentioned going to the party so he felt almost obligated to meet the woman he called partner there. Regardless of how bad he'd kill to get some sleep.

Eyes squinting as he drove... Spade wished he would have thought against sitting in the dark for hours on end, staring at the pixels of an office computer. Detective Spade rested his head against the cushion before a rather obnoxious groan escaped his lips. His work attire was going to have to work... A casual dark navy jacket, khaki-colored dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and a plain black tie. But the lack of his effort was an understatement. A few drops of coffee littered a few spots on the white fabric. Not enough to stand out boldly but one could definitely tell there were there.

Perhaps what puzzled him the most was the lack of really any precautions regarding the angel deaths that surrounded the angel community. Yet, here they were. A party in the heart of the angel city... It was almost as if they were asking for it. Which ultimately put him in a situation where he felt his work was... Pointless...

Reaching up, he rubbed a finger in his eye as he drove the busy streets... No doubt he was going to be late. Detective Charles Spade glanced at the clock and groaned some as he looked to the line of cars in front of him... He rested his forehead on the wheel of his car, closing his eyes very briefly. Sleep tried to crawl into his system but he fought her well...

Lorelai would have to understand. If anyone knew his struggle... She would.

☁ xxxxx𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔xxx𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚎
x[role; angel]x[age; twenty-two] x[gender; male]x[sexual orientation; demisexual] x[tags; asteria, dakota] x[feeling; nervous & excited]

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●xxxThe young angel nervously scratched at the back of his neck and flashed a uneasy smile toward the archangel he had befriended. "I know... I know... I'm sorry... I got side tracked...-Uh... And lost track of time..." He drifted off, slipping a hand down to clutch and squeeze at his arm like a nervous child. While Asteria was indeed his friend... He was every bit of intimidated by her presence... "O-Of course! I mean... It's very... You! Floral is something you like to wear often." Finn laughed gently, only to backtrack at her compliments.

"Asteria- Oh- No, no. This is so old... I think I break some rules that we have where we are supposed to wear something new every party? It's really nothing..." Finnick stammered before breathing out a small breath, almost like a sigh. A smile pulled gently at his lips before nodding gently. "Thank you as well... For the compliment..."

A gentle laugh escaped his throat at her words, only to gently hug at her arm holding onto his. "Are you gonna put those silly filters on it? I actually like the little hart ones." He said with a smile, "plus it would go with your dress." He gently nudged at her with his elbow, a small grin spreading his lips.

Shock did find it's way on his face as Asteria said something about being mentioned on stage. "Wow, Asteria... That's a pretty big deal! This is like one of the biggest parties that humans attend! You should feel honored! I don't think Deimos would humor anyone with something like that." Finn giggled.

While it seemed like Deimos and he had a stark amount of differences... They did both share the lack or desire to participate in big speeches in front of big crowds of people. While his own reasons were apparent... He wasn't exactly sure why Deimos hated it so much. Not like he'd ever ask though.

Breath seemed to hang in his lungs, fear hung on his muscles enough to contract his breathing... "Not me. I like looking as ordinary as possible..." He murmured under his breath. "But, I do think that they should do more human interactions... I mean.. Really! It's not like they have a whole lot to worry about..." He thought almost out loud... Though... There were a lot of worries with rumors of a killer of angels... dismembering them of their wings and taking their immortality...

Explained the amount of archangels on duty; posted around the city, the mansion...

Breaking from his thoughts of heavenly duties, his algae green gaze flicked back to the beautiful lady hanging onto his arm. He nodded gently as the comforting squeeze to his arm, feeling a bit more confident than before as she managed to squeeze a little tense giggle from him at the mockingly fancy tone she mimicked in return. "Than let's go. Maybe they have those little pigs in the blanket things." He gently tugged her along before the voice of Dakota rang out in his ears.

The young angel whipped around some, to peer over Asteria's shoulder to see his friend in the crowd. "Dakota! Good you could make it!" He smiled some as he gently lead Asteria aside the door's entrance to wait for the human. Almost on cue, he felt his pocket buzz in his back pocket. "Oh, jeez..." He stammered and used his free hand to fish the phone out and peek at the digital touch screen.

And just like that, Finnick Henrie felt his heart race as he read Christian's name on the screen. Excitement bubbled in his stomach, fluttering in his chest as he chewed at the inside of his cheek. But he couldn't help but almost gasp out at the 'finny i hear ur in love' text. He felt sweat starting to heat up in his palm before sending a quick response.



'deimos wouldn't smite his favorite annoyance... we all just got here~ see you guys in a few!'



Slipping his phone back, he couldn't help but peek into the crowd to see if he spotted him or Deimos amongst the faces but alas they weren't in his view. He looked back to Asteria and smiled sheepishly. "Sounds like the whole gang is here for the most part. Dakota is right down there and Christian and Deimos are on there way." Finn said confidently.