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  • black hearted angels sunk me with kisses on my mouth / p

    Ahh, I apologize for taking so long to get back to you with a reply!



    Name: Emmanuel. He's never had a last name.
    Age: As an angel, he's been alive for millennia. He looks to be in his early 20s, though.
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Pansexual
    History: Emmanuel has always been watching over the Earth, serving it's inhabitants since the beginning. He's fairly well known around Heaven for his servitude, since he doesn't much mind following any of the orders given to him, whether it be taking care of a demon problem, or sitting on a human's shoulder to lead them away from the darkness. He does what needs doing quickly, and well.
    Personality: Em has the 'average angel' personality. He's incredibly kind and selfless, always making sure to step in when required and put other's needs before his own. However, he is also somewhat of a soldier, and doesn't shy away from any threats or dangers. He's bold and brave, and rather outspoken for an angel.
    Other: Falling for a demon is going to be a bit of a shock for Em, and he's not really going to know how to handle it at first.

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    Corridors white and pure enough that they almost seemed to shine were what greeted Emmanuel upon walking out of his own room. Heaven was blinding and ethereal with the hue, and countless amounts of the humans who joined the angels throughout the years commented on how different it was from where they'd come from. He'd lived here long enough to be used to it though, and even found it comforting. It was home. But, his own room didn't reflect that. Personally, he'd grown to prefer warmer colors as he took more and more trips down to Earth. While blinking to get used to the change, he shut the door behind himself.


    He fluttered his wings - dark brown in color with specks of black - and then folded them neatly behind his back. Outside of Heaven he had to restrict himself and couldn't let them show, so he had to keep them hidden away. Em enjoyed having the chance to use them, when he was able. His shoes echoed lightly as he walked across the shining floor and he made his way through the hall, giving greeting to any others he passed, and smiling at the ones he got in return.


    "Emmanuel," a gentle voice called from behind, and he turned his head, glancing at the angel standing by one of the hall's doors. If he remembered correctly, it lead to one of the offices. He recognized who he was talking to, giving a gentle grin as he made his way over.


    "Yes, Cassiel?" he asked, crossing his arms lightly behind his back as he gave his full attention. It was obvious that he would be wanted for something, if an angel from one of the offices was calling for him personally.


    "You've been requested to have an audience with Him."


    Em raised an eyebrow slightly, but nodded in agreement. If God wanted to speak with him, then he had no right to refuse. He only asked to meet with angels if he had an important task for them, and it was their duty to respond. "I'll go right away, then. Thank you, Cassiel." And with best wishes, he turned and continued in the direction he had been going before. He'd already been on the right track.


    God's office was at the very end of the widest corridor and large, ornate double doors served as the entrance. Em had visited the room so many times that he could find it, even in his sleep. He did wish that he didn't have to be here again so soon after returning to Heaven, but he couldn't ignore his duties. If he was needed for something, he would do it. His competence was the only reason he was allowed so much freedom, and he would be loath to give it up. As much as Heaven was his home, he didn't want to be stuck working in one of the offices.


    With a deep breath, straightening his back, he knocked. The response was almost immediate. "Please come in, Emmanuel." He did so, letting the heavy door swing silently shut. The office was no darker than any of the halls, and in fact seemed brighter. God glowed, and it was almost enough to blind even the oldest of angels. But, if one were to look behind the light, they would see a comforting, friendly face, akin to that of an old man. Em had always regarded him as Father, but after spending so much time with humans, God seemed to better fit the description of a kindly grandfather.


    "You requested to see me?" he asked with a light tilt of his head in respect.


    "Yes, I did. I realize that you have only recently come back from Earth, but I would like you to go back once again. I'm sure this won't be a problem, and you'll be able to finish quickly enough to return soon," he said, voice loud, but somehow quiet at the same time. He looked at Em with a considering eye, and held out a small stack of paper, held together with a clip.


    "Of course. I'll do whatever must be done," he replied, stepping forward to take the sheets. He skimmed through them. It was a job to take care of a demon, and that wasn't anything new. Em was confident he could take care of the job. That was, he had been, until he finally caught a glimpse of the name. Roman Moroz. A well known name, for sure. Lucifer's right hand, and loyal attack dog, if the rumors were to be believed. "Is he causing problems?" Em asked, stiffening his wings up. Getting rid of a demon wasn't exactly a problem, but killing one so close to Lucifer was likely to be difficult, and the action might have unpleasant ramifications.


    "He is always causing problems," God answered with a nod. "But, with the recent power Heaven's gained - which I'm sure you're aware of - Lucifer will surely be vying for any chance to take it back. I have no doubt that this demon will play a large part in that. Earth is likely to see an increase in damage, and I would like him removed before too much harm is done."


    "I'll make sure that nothing of the sort happens and that he is dealt with, then." Em said, tucking the papers under one arm. "I'll head back down straight away, Sir."


    "Good. Be safe, Emmanuel." And with a wave of God's hand, Em took his leave. Back in the corridor, he sighed. Demons were never easy to deal with. He'd gotten more adept at it as the years had gone on, and was certainly more than familiar with their ways, but he was never pleased to run into one.


    He returned to his room, needing to prepare quickly. The journey down to Earth never took long, but he would need things before he left. Better clothes, for one thing. The ones he was currently wearing were still rather modern, but they made room to accompany his wings. He doubted he would be able to pull off a shirt with a giant hole in the back as a new fashion statement. With a chuckle at the thought, he riffled through his closet for a few more human appropriate items, and occupied his mind with thoughts of how exactly he was going to find this demon.

  • black hearted angels sunk me with kisses on my mouth / p

    Emmanuel, who was generally one of the first angels that God called upon when there was tough work to be done, often found himself wishing that he was allowed more time to simply visit Earth, rather than only going down to take care of a problem. He liked it, and liked humans in general. They were flimsier than angels; more complicated and difficult to predict. It was rare for one of Em's kind to stray from their set path, but the people of Earth were easy to pull in one direction or the other with just a simple bit of influence. He'd seen more humans than he could count listen to the whispers of a demon, falling into their clutches when they were meant for so much more. And as annoying as it was to lose a soul to hell, Em couldn't deny that people in general still fascinated him, no matter what their choices in life were.


    With his thoughts occupied, his preparations didn't take too long to complete, and he slipped away down to Earth without so much as a word to another angel. They were all used to his comings and goings by now. Em never seemed to stay up in Heaven for too long these days. Perhaps that was why he'd become so interested in the humans. As time went on, the frequency of which he was on Earth slowly increased. These days, he felt to be almost more acquainted with this place than his home. The thought made his now hidden wings twitch, like they wanted to burst from under his skin. He promptly ignored the feeling, and slid a light jacket over his arms, using it to cover the shirt he was wearing, which still had an obvious hole in the back. He'd have to change later.


    Right now, he needed to focus on the task at hand. Lucifer's favorite demon would surely be a fan of destruction if he was parading on the surface. All Em would have to do to find him would be to focus. Look, sense, and feel for distressed emotions. Fear, greed, worry, helplessness, anger. Demons brought negativity with them wherever they went, and forced it on humans as a method to get what they wanted. In honor of fairness, it would be important to mention that angels could and did use emotions to their benefit in the same way. However, the difference was that they used positive ones. Depending on how long this particular job took, Em would probably end up needing to do so. Laying out on the streets wasn't exactly the best idea. He would need a place away from prying eyes, just in case a demon came looking for him.


    With a sigh, he rubbed one hand over his face, and looked around at his surroundings. He's landed himself in a rather large city, cloaked in the darkness of an old alleyway. That was perfectly sensible. Higher populations of people meant more distress, which often meant more demons. If he was ever going to find Roman, and he would, it would be in a place like this. He scoped out the area, and it was about what one would expect from a bustling city. Shops, cars, skyscrapers reaching up tall, and throngs of people with only the thought of their next destination in mind, not those around them. It was the perfect place to go demon hunting.


    An old grey backpack filled with mostly clothing hiked over one shoulder, and dark sunglasses over his eyes helped Em blend in with the crowds a little better. Despite not having something as obvious as wings on his back, angels still tended to gather attention when among humans, even if they weren't doing anything remarkable. They weren't of this world, and people could sense it, even if they were only looking for a second. Demons did better hiding in plain sight, since they had been human once. It was one thing that, if he chose to participate in sin, he would envy them for.


    Em walked aimlessly for an hour or so, getting a feel for the area. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary yet. There was the usual hum of distressed emotions, but all humans tended to harbor them. He couldn't sense anything that felt particularly demonic in nature. But then, there was a scream, and a spike of terror so strong that a weaker angel might have keeled over after feeling it. Pure, random terror was most certainly not ordinary, and Em turned on his heels to follow the screaming. He was close, if he could hear it this loudly.


    One street corner rounded, and then another, and Em found himself staring directly at the frightening seen. The blood and mangled bodies that soaked and cluttered the pavement made his eyes widen, and he prayed quickly to Father for their souls. A mass suicide such as this was the work of a demon, and these humans had all deserved so much more. Quickly then, he approached those that were on the ground, watching the scene with terror in their eyes. He touched each one on their shoulders, calming them instantly and sending them away. They all suddenly had other places to be, and safer things to think about. Em wouldn't let their minds and spirits be torn apart by such a damaging sight. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything for those who had already jumped. Their future was in God's hands now.


    He looked up, at the roof of the shopping center from which the people had fallen. His glasses blocked out the sun and he could see the offender standing there, clear as day itself. It was exactly who he'd been looking for. Unfortunately, Em had arrived too late. Roman had already started and finished a mass train of destruction, and Em was only able to save the onlookers. He ached with regret at his failure there, but focused on the issue at hand now. This demon was the most important issue, and had now shown himself to be a bigger threat than already anticipated. He would have to be removed quickly.


    "I've been looking for you," he said, and his voice, although calm, carried directly to who it was meant for.


    OOC:
    Oh no, don't worry about it c:
    But don't worry about the topics. There isn't much that makes me really uncomfortable, but I'll let you know if anything does come up. Please do the same if I happen to mention something you don't like :3

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    Em, as he looked upwards, studied the demon standing atop the roof carefully. It was very obviously Roman, there would be no denying that. His face was easy enough to recognize, and the confidence that practically seeped from him alluded to a position of power. He also sounded overly excited, although that wasn't really too surprising. After causing such an awful scene, any demon would probably be feeling overjoyed. Em felt sorry for all the innocent humans who had to suffer, or were forced to an untimely demise at the hands of those like Roman.


    He looked back down, peering at the awful scene over the top rims of his glasses. His eyes were a piercing, bright green as he took in the sight, sighing and shaking his head. "Were you?" he asked in reply to the joyous statement, although there was no surprise in his tone. So, it seemed as though he hadn't been the only one to receive orders. While still a demon, Em doubted that Roman would just go looking for angels to fight. It really wasn't a smart plan. And this horrendous act sent out such a loud cry of distress that any angel, if they tried hard enough, would have been able to sense it. To call up to heaven like that, without reason, was foolish. Not that being the cause of a mass suicide would ever have a sensible reason, of course.


    "Well, I think the lengths you've gone to get my attention were unnecessary," he said, speaking calmly despite feeling the exact opposite. He was on edge, prepared for a fight, and there was also a small bubble of anger in his chest. He didn't like useless killing. He would take care of the problem soon enough, though. Em was, after all, good at completing the tasks he was assigned. "If you had wanted to see me, you only had to ask," he continued with a small grin. Honestly, that would have been preferable, but the idea of a demon just asking for an angel sounded so preposterous he could almost laugh.


    As he spoke, he pulled the glasses off his face. He only needed them to blend in while among humans, and since there were no longer any around to see him, they would only hinder his actions in the future. He could see the demon reaching towards his weapon, but Em wasn't going to act like that bothered him. Instead, he slung his bag forwards, unzipping it and tossing the sunglasses inside.


    "So, what's your reason for hunting me down so eagerly?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, pointedly not looking at the bodies on the ground. Em was sure that he could give a good guess as to what the response would be, but there was no harm in asking, since he might get new information out of the answer.

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    Em could pretty easily say that this was one of the longest conversations he's ever had with a demon he was supposed to kill. Generally, there wasn't much talking before one of them moved to attack, effectively ending any discussions they might have had. Admittedly, he didn't think that they would have been all that interesting anyway. But this time they both seemed to be holding back, moving slowly and observing. Em wasn't going to underestimate this demon. Roman, as Lucifer's right hand, was guaranteed to be much more difficult to deal with than the others he'd fought, and he wasn't going to take any risks.


    He raised his eyebrows in a soft expression of curiosity. "Oh, are you?" he asked, his tone serious, as if he'd actually believe what the demon said. About the being in love portion, that is. He had no doubt that Roman would take great pleasure in seeing him beheaded. While as an angel, it would be easy for Em to be mistaken for something pure and innocent, he had no issues playing along with the demon's little game. Besides, if talking gave him more opportunity to observe, he would take it. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline your confession," he scoffed lightly. "Being killed would really ruin the romance, don't you think?"


    The backpack he carried wasn't heavy, but it held something far more crucial to this job than some human clothing. Keeping his gaze on the demon above him, he reached in and grabbed a worn handle, and pulled out an old sabre. It was a short, curved blade, covered only by a worn black scabbard. It was a rather common weapon for angels, although every fighter had their preferences. Em was skilled with this particular sword though, and had used it for many more years than he cared to remember.


    He didn't unsheathe the weapon yet, and instead adjusted his grip on the hilt, making sure his hand was in a comfortable position. His demeanor and stance were comfortable and relaxed, although it was feigned. Em was curious to see if the demon could be provoked into attacking first. He obviously was prepared for fighting, even though his legs were swinging in a childish manner. Plus, he had the high ground, and that meant an advantage, even if only temporarily. Em could always use his wings to put them on an even level, but that would mean risking humans seeing him, and would ruin the clothes he was wearing. Neither was desirable, so he refused to rush into doing so just yet.

  • - plotting !

    Oh, great! c:
    It doesn't particularly matter to me, but I think I'd like A, if that's alright?
    But ah, if you don't mind making the thread, I'd appreciate it <3

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    Tracking~ (I'll post my charrie up either tonight or tomorrow after class)


    Ah, no, I don't have anything particular in mind. Your character can be however you want him to c:
    Is there anything specific you wanted for A though, besides the cold/reserved demeanor in the plot :?

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    Ooh boy he looks great, I love him cx


    Muse A


    Ooookay, hopefully this is acceptable, dear c:

  • black hearted angels sunk me with kisses on my mouth / p

    Em had long ago learned to not be too bothered by the taunts of a demon. They were blunt, teasing, mocking creatures, and referring to a sword as a 'toothpick' was likely only to get a reaction out of him. The sensible thing to do would just be to not respond, so that was what Em did. Instead, he simply shrugged lightly, refusing to verbalize any thoughts on the matter. He knew very well - and was sure that Roman did too - that his sabre could do more than enough damage to kill. In fact, they were both in possession of dangerous weapons. That dark metal dagger, glinting in the light when the sun hit it, was bad news for angels if used properly against them.


    He tensed his muscles as the demon stood, preparing for a fight. Roman could easily drop to the ground, using his height advantage to throw the fight in his favor early on. His mind was whirling with counter attacks and plans, so he was left to squint lightly in confusion when instead, nothing happened. Em watched, his grip on his sword tight, as the demon raced away, suddenly disappearing from view.


    Find him? Em sighed in frustration. He didn't have time for a demon's silly games. Well, actually he did, considering that this was his job and he would be here until he completed it, but he'd rather not spend so much time on something that seemed so pointless. A child's game of hide and seek certainly wasn't what he'd had in mind when he'd come down to Earth, intent on eliminating a threat. He'd planned for simple, outright fighting, not dancing around it. But, a job was a job, and Roman was simply too great of a danger to let go. He'd have to play along.


    Hiking his bag back up in place on his back and unsheathing his sword, Em held it at his side, his grip loose but his arm tense and ready to swing. He was 'walking into the lion's den', as they say. The store was dark and quiet, but Em knew that Roman was hiding somewhere inside, waiting for his chance to attack. Tactics like this - deceit and trickery - weren't the style of angels. It could be said that he felt a bit out of his element following after the demon, but he wasn't going to back down. He'd simply have to pay attention in order to be ready for anything Roman might throw his way.


    The aisles were long, but silent. There was no sign of the demon anywhere nearby, but Em could sense that he was around - had the feeling of someone watching him closely. Roman was likely looking for him, ready to attack at first sight. He was calm, though. Being nervous, scared, or jumpy in moments like this would be of no help. In fact, it would only hinder him whenever the actual fighting began.


    He took slow, careful steps, rounding the perimeter of the store with the stance of a trained solider. He stayed in open parts of the building, refusing to corner himself somewhere. More often than not, doing so left his back open for attack, but he was listening for anything that might come his way. It was unfortunate that demons were so skilled at blending in with shadows, as it was making Roman difficult to locate. He thought he heard something coming from one of the aisles at the back of the store, but was hesitant to investigate. It could easily be a trap, or a distraction. He wanted to end this 'game' as soon as possible though so, albeit reluctantly, he turned and walked in that direction.


    OOC:
    Oh, no, don't apologize, it's okay. I don't want you to feel rushed to respond or anything! c:
    But ahh, I love that idea. Em is a calm guy with a sharp wit, I think Roman's anger wouldn't really have much of an effect on him, so they can connect better that way. He won't be shying away as much just because 'ooh a scary demon' or anything.

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    It was easy for Alexander to admit that he didn't really enjoy outings such as this one. No, he'd much rather be home, but instead was dressed up in clothes too fancy to be comfortable - he had an image to keep up, they said - and was about to spend his time mingling with people who's main interest in him would be his popularity. While easy enough to deal with by just flashing a smile and saying sweet words, it wasn't very fun. Alex could imagine at least one hundred other things he'd rather do instead. Knowing that he'd be meeting his co-star for the upcoming film didn't improve his mood on the matter, either. He wasn't ready for the onslaught of magazines that would surely insist that they had some sort of chemistry behind the camera.


    He'd initially jumped at the chance to play one of the main characters in the new romance flick; being able to play a gay character was something he'd never been given the opportunity to do before. So, while it added something else to his career experiences, it also rang more true to his own preferences. He was still excited to do it, he couldn't deny. He was just a bit worried about who he'd be working with.


    Dallas was rather new to the acting scene, so Alex was pretty unfamiliar with him and any of his work. In fact, it was a bit difficult to find any sort of substantial information on him. Not that he'd been looking too hard, of course. The contrast between them was astounding. Alex insisted on keeping to himself, but it seemed like all the details of his life got weaseled out somehow anyway. In that way, he envied the rookie actor. Being free to do what you chose without people looking down on your choices was one of the few luxuries he couldn't afford.


    "Alexander, are you listening to me?" his manager, Addy asked. He looked away from the car window he'd been staring out of, and turned his gaze towards her instead. He nodded in the affirmative, but he could tell that she'd seen right through him. Instead of calling him on it though, she simply shook her head and began to repeat herself. "What I'd said was: Dallas will be there tonight, as I'm sure you know. I'd like you to talk to him and make sure you get along well, please. You know the director is a fan of 'authentic' acting." By that, she meant basing the emotions in scenes on ones he might be feeling in reality. Friendship between characters stemmed well from friendship between actors, and that sort of idea.


    Alex just sighed, but nodded his head. "Of course I will," he agreed, not bothering to say anything else. He fiddled with the hem of his suit jacket, letting the conversation fall into silence once it appeared that that had been the only thing on Addy's mind. He wasn't sure how well the two of them would get along, if he was being honest about it. Alex knew that he wasn't really the most social of people. He preferred it that way. If this Dallas was the pushy, chatty type, they might have a bit of difficulty. It would get worse if he were the flirty type. Alex didn't do well with dating, or even flings. He would try though, if only for the sake of the movie he was eager to work on. It needed to be perfect.


    The car coming to a smooth halt was what drew Alex out of his thoughts, and he took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping out onto the pavement. Reporters and paparazzi weren't as prominent today, which he was thankful for, but he straightened his clothes and adjusted his appearance nonetheless. "Let's go then," Addy called from closer to the building, effectively hurrying him along.


    They approached the lunchroom at a swift pace, and met the director just outside of its doors. She had been on the phone, but immediately halted her call once she noticed who had approached her. "Alexander!" she said with obvious excitement. He grinned pleasantly, and accepted the friendly hug she offered him in greeting. "Dallas is already here, of course, and I'm so excited to be able to finally introduce you two. And besides that, there's lots of people looking to speak with you. I think you'll find yourself very busy." He was looking forward to neither, but acted agreeable about it anyway.


    "Please lead the way," he stated, flashing one of his popular smiles. "I'm looking forward to finally meeting him." That wasn't entirely a lie. He was feeling nervous, but he was more curious than that. He enjoyed the chance to meet new actors who hadn't been in the business for long. He remembered when he was like them, back in high school and doing crappy commercials for channels that practically nobody watched anyway. He didn't have the best memories of high school, but the excitement he felt upon getting his first job was something he never wanted to forget.


    He couldn't stand outside the door reminiscing all day though, so he followed the lead of his director and manager into the main room. The turn of heads to look in his direction was something Alex had gotten used to by now, but it still occasionally left him feeling out of place. Still, he put on a winning smile, and greeted the few people closest who were holding out their hands to shake his own. "Dallas should be around here somewhere," the director said, drawing out the last word as she stood up higher in her heels, looking over the room. He saw her grin, and he got the feeling that she'd caught sight of him.


    A man approached, dressed far more casually than Alex would have expected. The jeans he wore were torn, and his sweater was oversized. The director must really like him, if she didn't mind him dressing like this. His face was also more familiar than Alex would have liked, and his own contorted into a confused frown for a moment while the focus wasn't directly on him. He recognized this man, and wished more than anything that he didn't. The sight of him threw his mind back to high school, when he'd been much younger, and much more trusting. Dallas had certainly appeared to change over the years, but Alex wouldn't ever be able to forget his face.


    Someone saying his name brought Alex out of his momentary downward spiral, and he put on an automatic smile to save face. He was an actor. It shouldn't be difficult at all to pretend he was just meeting the man for the first time. He accepted the handshake, speaking in a far too cheerful tone. "Oh, it's nice to meet you, Danny," he says, drawing out the name that didn't match his memories and refusing to let his voice betray any of his thoughts. "Don't worry about Alexander, you can just call me Alex." he was a nice guy, after all. Might as well return the favor and allow the man a nickname. And besides, he was supposed to make a good impression, no matter what.


    He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his smile upwards into something of a smirk. "But you're a fan? Well, that's an honor," he said with a chuckle that sounded far more pleasant than it had any business being. "I hope I can live up to your expectations, since we'll be working together." Every word felt like acid on his tongue. Normally, there was nothing Alex liked more than acting. He was good at it, and it brought him joy even when he was feeling at his worst. But this ruse, this lie made him feel ill. He wanted to yell, to question the man before him, but was holding back with everything he had. Alex refused to make a scene in public, and give anybody the satisfaction of seeing himself outside of the perfect, calm image he'd created.


    It didn't seem like he was the only one who had changed over the years either. The seductive gaze that was being cast in his direction was nothing like the energy and almost innocence of their youth. It was throwing him off, like he had no idea what to say, or what to expect from the other. Really, he didn't. What was he doing here, working on a film with Alex?


    The director and his manager were both still close by, so he kept the conversation on their jobs, refusing to delve into anything else. "So, you're new to acting, yeah? If I can ask, what got you into it?" he questioned, his tone curious, but his gaze piercing.


    OOC:
    Ahhh good I'm glad you like him !! cx
    But no no your post was amazing, I loved it! I hope your life gets better for you soon though!
    Anyway, hopefully this reply is up to par haha. I wrote the beginning at 4am, so with luck it won't feel too disjointed from the end cx


    (c)trexgirl

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    The looks Alex was being given were beginning to make him feel uncomfortable.


    Danny - the name sounded uncomfortable and wrong, even in his mind's voice - was looking upon him with a sly, provocative gaze that felt like it was trying to rip him apart at the seams. Had he been a weaker man, and a worse actor, he would surely have been a stuttering, emotional mess. Alex pushed people away for exactly this reason. Emotions were too flimsy, and his own were far too easily affected. Danny had always been good with other people, and now it seemed like his skills have developed into something subtle, but far more effective over the years.


    If Alex hadn't been so angry, he would have been melting.


    As it was though, he really had no interest in becoming acquainted once again. He hadn't forgotten the time they'd spent together all those years ago, but he also clearly remembered the devastation he'd felt once he'd been hung out to dry. Danny wasn't appearing to feel too apologetic either, so Alex wasn't about to go looking for any rekindling of their past relationship. He wasn't going to let the exact same thing happen for a second time. They would do the movie, act out a wonderful relationship, and then part ways as if nothing happened, just as regular co-stars do.


    The man's laugh seemed to echo brightly through the room, though he was most likely the only one to truly notice. While Alex did garner a certain amount of attention when in the public eye, the crowd was easily entertained elsewhere. Once they realized that he wouldn't be talking to any of them in the near future, they turned back to their own private conversations with ease. Even Addy and the director were talking amongst themselves with a few others that Alex was disinclined to recognize. By all accounts, for the moments they were as alone as two people could get in a crowded space. That thought, unfortunately, didn't help to make him feel any more comfortable.


    The way his name fell from Danny's lips, combined with the gaze being cast in his direction was causing an uncomfortable chill to creep up his spine. He got the feeling that the man was being less than forthright with the meaning behind his words. "I doubt that you'll disappoint, Alexander," the man said, studying him very closely. Surprisingly, even through all of their years apart and the very different tone Danny was speaking in, the way he said Alex's name somehow hadn't changed. He instantly never wanted him to say it again. It was doing strange things to his brain, turning it into a mush of acrimonious emotions and bittersweet memories. Instead of responding to that particular statement, he simply chuckled bashfully, as if the man had said something incredibly flattering.


    He listened to Danny answer the question in something of a polite silence. After all, he had been the one to ask, and was nothing if not a professional individual. But, he clenched his jaw when the words trailed into a story of someone the man once knew and oh - he was cruel. For all that anger was coursing through Alex at that moment though, the only noticeable reaction was a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and his tensed jaw. A normal person wouldn't notice it, though this man was anything but normal.


    He hummed in response, tilting his chin upwards as he looked Danny over. The man was somehow so similar, but so different from the boy Alex had known back in high school. They'd both changed a lot. "Parted ways?" he questioned, though he knew the exact circumstances without even needed to ask. He couldn't say he would have expected an honest answer anyway, even if he'd been truly curious. "Well, that sounds unfortunate. If he's as talented as you say, he must have gotten pretty far." His answer wasn't vague by any stretch of the imagination, but he hid it behind the kind smile of someone who was only offering an opinion on a situation they didn't understand at all. He wasn't that person, but he could damn well pretend.


    The sound of heels clicking in even steps towards them drew Alex's attention, and he turned his gaze on the director, who was approaching with Abby not too far behind her. She said exactly what he'd been expecting about her favorite method of acting, and he resisted the urge to groan. He was certain that she's correct about emotions having an effect on acting. The problem was; Alex wasn't really feeling anything positive at the moment. He felt angry and confused, and would certainly rather have anyone else for a co-star right now. Still, he nodded along in agreement, if only to make sure that nobody caught on to what his true emotions were.


    However, the idea of spending time together outside of events like this or shooting was something that Alex wasn't exactly sure he could handle. He glanced sideways over at the other man, but kept his jaw set firm and his face relatively emotionless. Of course the idea would be agreed to for him. He couldn't exactly say no now without sounding overtly rude. "Tonight works fine. I don't have anywhere to be," he said, a wide grin on his face. He hoped Danny wouldn't expect him to be polite once they were eventually alone, he thought with particular malice. He certainly wasn't in a good enough mood to keep it up when it wasn't necessary, and he didn't feel that it was very much deserved anyway. The smirk he was being given was far too predatory for Alex's liking.


    The director grinned at his words, clapping her hands together once happily. "Wonderful! I don't need either of you tonight, so you're free to do as you please and work out something yourselves. I'll leave you to it, though. I have some things to attend to myself, but I'm so pleased to see you getting along." She sounded far more pleased than the situation truly called for it, but that was just her nature, and Alex was at least relieved to see her turn and leave once again.

    "Tonight, huh?" he asked, tone dull. "What then, did you have in mind?" he didn't look at Danny as he spoke, and instead continued to face the direction the director had left in. Suddenly, Alex felt far too tired for this act. So far tonight he'd been drastically unlucky, but unfortunately, he did not foresee it getting any better.

    OOC:


    Ooh thank you so much!! Your writing is lovely to read too <3
    Dallas is so sneaky and cruel I love him so much oml


    (c)trexgirl

  • black hearted angels sunk me with kisses on my mouth / p

    If he were to be perfectly honest, Emmanuel would say that games like this made him nervous. More nervous than he ever tended to be in fights. He was an angel; a being of light, some might say. Hiding in shadows and using the darkness as a cover wasn't a technique that he was used to, so it often ended up being something that worked against him. He wasn't fond of the way that the store's aisles confined him, either. They acted as something similar to restraints, stopping him from being able to effectively use his wings. They worked to his advantage, and he was more than familiar with the feeling of them on his back, so the loss he felt when they were hidden away was a distraction of sorts.


    However, the ability to work in less than favorable conditions was one of the reasons God trusted and called upon Em so often. He was likely to succeed, even if the odds were stacked against him. So, with a cool, relaxed composure, he moved silently through the store towards the noise that he'd heard. He might stand out more if you were to look at him, but he was still able to walk without making a sound. As long as Roman didn't see him, then the game was still on.


    Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if either of them would be that lucky. Being unseen was the advantage, and they had surely both been looking to find one another without being seen themselves. Turning a corner, only to be directly facing each other had immediately ruined any chances of that happening. Em couldn't say that he was too disappointed though. He was a much better fighter when facing his opponents head on, rather than dancing around one another. There was a good distance between them still, but he could tell that there would be no more running away or game playing.


    The demon's gaze looked almost as sharp as the teeth he was bearing, and Em tightened the grip he held on his weapon, just a little bit. He huffed a bitter, mocking laugh at the question the demon voiced, shaking his head sightly in response. "I guess it must be," he answered dully, shrugging one shoulder. He felt tense, coiled like a spring, ready to pounce and attack. He longed for the chance to use his wings, but for as long as they remained inside, that wasn't something he was going to risk. Instead, he contented himself with letting a bit of his angel's glow shine through, seeping out as though from under his skin. It was a small sample of Heaven's ethereal light.


    "You're not really too bothered by that though, are you?" he hummed, taking a few steps forward. They were calculated, of course, seeing as it would be a foolish move to just rush into something without thinking first. But, Em didn't want to stand around forever. He'd come to fight and get rid of a demon problem, not hang around and play games of hide and seek with it. And, as fun (not) as it had been, he was beginning to feel antsy; fingers twitching, and legs ready to move.


    And then, suddenly, he did. Angels could move fast, and Em launched forward, chasing after the advantage that came with using an element of surprise and being the first to attack. He was still guarded, but swung without hesitation as soon as he got close enough to Roman that the blade could connect.


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    Thank you so much for being so patient with me, even though I took far too long to post this!
    I hope its quality is alright c: