𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑫𝑬 .ᐟ (ARCHIVED.)

those who cling to death, live. those who cling to life, die.

it's true.

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if i wasn't called the doppel, i could be called spare parts. get it. because i can donate all of my body parts. ha. ha.

[ streeeetch. wings flutter. ]

[ oh dear lord. oh barbatos. is he going to jump off?? ] … [ her eyes dart around. no one around… okay. she approaches, and swiftly hits him with her book, intending to fly him down. ]

[ she looks uncomfortable, belt tail lashing. ] i don’t mean to be rude, but could you leave, if possible? [ this is her alone time, after all. and she’s pretty sure that’s a harbinger. ]

sir, you REALLY shouldn't be up here...

well, that doesn't matte- HOW DID YOU GET UP HERE.

is it blasphemous to love your archon…? [ mumbling to herself on the roof, once again. ]