jan texts

[cherrytrees]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[ underneath aki's hand, angel is very still, and while most in the bureau chalk angel's laziness up to just that, some of the truth is that if they don't do anything, they don't have to kill anyone or hurt anyone either. for all the fact that angel has said they believe humans should die suffering, most of their actions contradict that. and then there's this: how when aki more or less pets them, they break for a moment and lean into it much like a cat might before catching themself, stopping just as aki pulls his hand back, draping his arm again.

angel falls asleep like that, not saying anything to aki's apology in part because they don't know why he gives one in the first place.

the night doesn't grace angel with dreamlessness. voices of the dead ask them why they killed them, what makes them deserving to go on, why do they even want to? and angel harbors the answer they have as long as they can remember: i don't want to, but i have to. if they try to trace back to why, somehow angel can never totally follow the thread in their mind, though sometimes they end up thinking of makima. they chalk it up to her being their boss, but subconsciously it bothers them. tonight's dream is not a new one. hands reach out to touch angel everywhere and they can feel themself siphoning the life from their owners, forced to kill.

they don't want to though.

outside of the dream, angel can't seem to wake themself up, and lucky for aki they don't thrash this time, but their body jerks a little and it's easy to tell if they weren't sort of lying on their wings, those would be anxiously, reflexively moving too. ]

[worstpossibleway]

[ Aki didn't know the extent of Angel's nightmares and dreams, but he knew how horrible they could be. For Aki, he relived moments in the past when those he cared about had died unnecessarily. In a way, his thoughts toward those deaths were very much like the people in Angel's dreams. He wanted to know why it happened, and what they had done to deserve it and wanted to make those that killed them suffer. Yet he didn't see Angel in that way. He never held Angel to the same standard he did the devils and monsters that killed his loved ones.

It wasn't his place to know, wasn't his place to care... But he did. He wanted to know the Devil that slumbered very much like the Angel they were in his arms right now. Couldn't help growing to care for them. He did all his partners. The fiend and hybrid that shared his home. Despite himself and how much he wanted to just hate every Devil- He cared.

Sleep came a little later for Aki, maybe because he was ever mindful not to brush a part of Angel that could harm him, or maybe because he wanted to make sure Angel was asleep before he let himself ease into dream himself? But eventually, he slipped away. Hugging into the small body beside him, warming it with his own.

Aki dreamt of his brother, of playing with snowballs and laughing with them. He dreamt of Himeno too. Of listening to her joke and teasing him as she stole a cigarette from him. And as he dreamed these images, he only hugged Angel tighter. It was the slight little jerks and twitching that pulled him from his sleep, and had him drawing his face back to look down at Angel. Lightly Aki cooed a soft sound, stroking that unruly red hair and pulling them closer, humming a soothing tone as his own eyes closed once more, trying to settle them for the rest of the night.

Hours pass like this. Where Angel shuffled and Aki soothed them. It wasn't until the first sound of birdsong started to chirp, through the darkness of the early hours of the morning that Aki managed to fully fall asleep himself. The air in the car was cooler after so many sunless hours and Aki's arm that was out was noticeably colder. A slight shiver trembled through him, a sigh of discomfort from his lips. ]

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[ they wake up part cold and part warm, the warmest being near aki and the coldest half out from under the blanket despite the size difference. it's odd but it might be aki's sigh of all things that stirs angel to full consciousness, blinking at him, bleary and slow to fully regain coherency.when they sit up, they are very careful not to accidentally brush any of aki's bare skin, little of it though there is.

something about how angel moves is more reminiscent of an animal than a person despite their looks. their wings flex as their arms stretch above, not daunted by the car roof because they are so short it does not really matter. a big yawn makes their eyes water, and when they blink again rapidly it looks like they are crying even though that's not so. their dreams yet ghost behind their vision, and they shiver, trying to remember what their job is today and failing completely. ]

[worstpossibleway]

[ Aki is a light sleeper, though he's gotten used to ignoring things that would normally startle him awake. Things such as Meowy pouncing on his toes in the night, or Power and Denji fighting when they should be asleep. So when Angel woke up and shuffled, albeit gently and discreetly, Aki was disturbed enough to half crack his eyes open.

Watching the Devil as they stirred. The way they stretched out and how those fluffy large wings expanded too. A soft, warm smile tugged at his lips, something that possibly looked out of place on the male's face these days, but it was there, as he simply lay there and admired the way Angel's eyes glittered with tears from such a big yawn.

He was surprisingly comfortable and for the most part, warm enough to stay put, but he was longer of body than Angel and so he kinda did need to stretch out himself. At least his legs. So, with a grunt, Aki extended both arms and legs, cramped in comparison to the Devil, his fists hitting the roof lightly, feet pressing against the door. ]

Mmmmhnng~! Good morning.

[ The sound was stained, Aki's brilliant bright blue eyes closed as he enjoyed the way his back and neck cracked. Rubbing his eyes and then brushing his hair from his face, Aki lay there a moment longer. part of him didn't want to get up and get going. He, unlike his partner, remembered what their mission was today and was a little reluctant to go off into a fight so early. ]

Still dark out.

[ The comment was passed as he wiped some condensation from the car window, peering out to see the sun only just starting to crest the horizon. ]

Did you manage to sleep at all? You fidgeted a bit.

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Sorta.

[ the reply is mumbled, also muffled as they half press their face down against their own arm, head turned to bury as if also refusing the day's start. angel somehow manages to be dramatic and understated all at once, a sort of feat really except that they seem to excel at it, at any given moment. with their face still pressed into the cloth of their own sleeve, they add, thick with sleep's vestiges, ]

Same as always.

[ with how muffled their words are, it might be impossible to totally understand what they say, though their wings curl down over them as if in further protest of work and starting out. with the sun barely risen, they actually do have time, but angel's sleepy eyes threaten to close and actually fall asleep for real again if they don't get up soon.

shivering again, their wings press down a bit harder while also fluffing. how their wings can be soft and also bullet proof is anyone's guess, but a devil doesn't exist within ordinary science's standards to begin with. with a sigh, they blink again, wondering if they'll actually have to fight today or if guarding aki's person will be enough. ]

[worstpossibleway]

Figured.

[ Aki commented on the answer he was given, feeling around for his jacket pockets where he'd hung it up by the window in the front seat. Searching for his packet of cigarettes and lighter before plucking up the hoody he'd loaned Angel to snuggle under during the night. Slipping it on with a shiver and shake of his head, snuggling down into the neck of it before letting his head lull back against the headrest. Aki was usually a morning person, but this morning he didn't want to get going. Maybe Angel's lack of enthusiasm had finally rubbed off on him? ]

Well, I had some weird fucking dreams...I know I slept but I don't feel like I did.

[ Spoken with his eyes closed before tipping his head aside to glance at Angel. Wrinkling up his nose as he tries to hear whatever it was that was just mumbled at him. Deciding that if he didn't move now he was never going to move at all and so, with a sigh and clear lack of motivation, Aki unlocked and opened the car door to slink out into the cold morning air. The smell of dew and remnants of the night still hung as he leaned against the side of the car, sparking up a cigarette to start his day off.

As he inhaled his smoke, Aki thought to himself about the day ahead of them. About how he was going to have to fight a devil, about how he was going to have to try and protect Angel too, knowing full well that they wouldn't want to fight. His thoughts drifted to his katana and to the Nail sword, as he wondered if he'd be able to get away without using the curse this time. Because really? He can't exactly afford to anymore. ]

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[ angel stares at him, head canted to the side. some time in sleep angel's hair had gotten messier than it normally is, soft tangles on the right side spooling over their shoulder, but they don't notice. instead, they watch as aki reclaims his hoodie, wrinkling their expression in protest but not actually putting up a fight. on aki's part, it was a smart move though, because like a reticent cat, angel emerges from the car, wings slightly drooped as if to make their opinion of this whole out-in-nowhere assignment, clear. then again that's their opinion on all their work; they'd rather not.

not an option of course.

too lazy to stand, angel makes the minimal effort to lift themself up with a backward jerk of their wings to let them perch atop the roof of the car, light as a single feather and a few hands breadths apart from aki. unconsciously, consciously, they keep enough distance. aki only has so much time left and doesn't need it further cut short -- again.

...which is a weird thought for angel.

it happens more lately.

they can't think what the word for it is, or why it doesn't feel completely unfamiliar.

sometimes, angel wakes up in the middle of the night with the taste of seasalt on their tongue and tears in their eyes.

and sometimes, when angel watches aki, they think it's a bit of a shame.

as far as humans go, he's alright.

subconscious knows this to be understatement.

yawning so wide their jaw makes a cracking noise, angel sighs. ]

Hopefully this doesn't take too long.

[ still riddled with sleepiness, words rounded and soft, even angel's visage is something on the verge of falling back asleep. but really what they mean is they hope it's easy, as far as these things go. in the faint haze of early morning, mist and dew, angel's halo is a small white sun. it makes them look less real than normal, not necessarily angelic or devilish. just something outside the realm of true. ]