"it's all in the eyes i was once told"
catching the stare of someone across a crowded room
subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade
coldness easing into warmth
a fond mothering gaze
corner of the lip nudged upward
forced glower/glare as they break underneath
batting their lashes, playful
a boisterous laugh
intrigue piercing the stoic
proud smugness at the other's success
lingering glances
a childish joy bursting through
pupils dilate
eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust
"there was once a time when they were mine"
terseness
features fold into a scowl
an urgent flinching back
coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)
lips part then purse
invasion of shock
slow stare at the floor
the ripple effect of a swallow
frustrated breath/sigh
bitter laugh in reminiscence
dread tearing through the seams of their composure
"darkness"
mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl
dismissive gaze
gaze of contempt/impatience
threat lowering the voice
sardonic goading grins verging on manic
rolling one's eyes
flicker of irritation in the eyes
stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction
gritted teeth, clenched jaw
fierce biting remarks
even measured complexions betraying no thought
strangling oneself back from violence
utter apathy
murderous silence hanging in the stare
snobbish laughter
smiling at another's downfall
*He hugs tighter when he feels the angel shiver and cry, then he gently rubs Aziraphale's back*
It's gonna be alright, Dad. We can fix this. *He says it very softly, as if he’s afraid the Angel will break*
*hug*
*He takes the hug wordlessly and shivers into the boy's hair. This might actually be his breaking point, as the tears begin to fall finally. What an unfair thing, to worry a child.*
I’m such aa ducking lightweight. I had less than a glass of wine and I’m drunk😂
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This was stupid…another night, another nightmare, and another heluva hard time trying to figure out where in heaven’s name these were coming from.
Sure, he’d dreamed about the trip to the desert…that was a recurring nightmare since he was eleven. Some how his parents didn’t remember and made him feel like he was mad to even come up with something like that. But that wasn’t like these. Just like that one felt real, so did these ones; however, unlike that nightmare, which he knew he had been apart of, none of the others felt that way. They all just felt like something that he shouldn’t know about, but did. Something he should’ve been able to prevent but couldn’t.
So, here he was, sitting on a park bench at 11 o’clock at night with nothing over his clothes but a light coat…
Oops
hehehe thanks for the spam @warlocknottheantichristdowling ily!!!!!!!!🥺🥺
Cool. How are you holding up, with Dad being…y’know.…?
Can we take names and kick ass after the Bookstore is fixed?
Gladly, kid. So gladly.
*heavy sigh*.
OK, how can I help?
ABIGAIL WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED TO DAD
I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? THE BOOKSHOP BLEW UP, WE'RE WORKING ON IT!
Ok, but why are they halfway across the country from each other?
@morningbloodystar, you expanding your business horizons?
Oh…I won’t tell him. But how did he end up being that bad? He’s an angel. And why’d you let me throw cake at him?
@warlocknottheantichristdowling look what I found! It was in the boot of my car!
(Warlock roleplayer. I'm back, tumblr locked me out of the old account. Let's try this a 3rd time.Ace, genderfluid mun. No smut )
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