𝘼𝙕𝙍𝘼𝙀𝙇.

ㅤ ㅤ( no. ☺️ ) ㅤ

⠀they broke the wrong parts of me. they broke my wings and forgot i had claws.

ㅤ ㅤhonestly, he prefers azrael's cooking so dongsun is happy to stand back. not without taking off the pink apron. ㅤ ㅤ❛ you put this on. my nipples are sensitive so they need some air. ❜ ㅤ

⠀please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, let me get what i want this time.

⠀he licked my blood off his fingers. he loves me, i thought. he completely and totally loves me.

ㅤ ㅤ“. . .do you think i'm stupid ? you clearly didn't do it for business purposes.” ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ“good. makeup and hair have been waiting for you for ages. you definitely need it.” ㅤ

𐕣 ₊ “I figured.” He spoke, chucking a bit as he went to cooking the food for them. Once done, he got the plates out and placed the breakfast food on them. “Come pour your syrup.” Alastor said, smirking softly before pouring some of the syrup on his food.

⚔︎ ɪғ ɢᴏᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅.

𐕣 ₊ This wasn’t ‘normal’ for them. And even as the Nephilim moved around his kitchen, he knew it wouldn’t last. They had a tendency of pushing each other away, Az more so. Though for now, he would indulge it. Pouring cream and sugar in a glass, he then poured the coffee. —

𐕣 ₊ The Nephilim chuckled as he was shoved by the angel. Moving over to the fridge, he pulled out few packs of bacon, along with the rest of the ingredients to make pancakes and French toast. “Cream and sugar for your coffee?” He asked peeking over at the angel briefly before—

"Aaaaalright ! Where do you wanna go ?"

Oop -- Up he goes ! Swallowing the piece . "Uh-huh ~"