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you all keep flashing chests at joph, and she's in utter disbelief.

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Sabrina (1954) dir. Billy Wilder

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❝ ooooh, nothing important. nothing that can't wait. ❞ jophiel says with a wave of her hand, vanishing the mannequin adorned in the beginnings of ornate angelic armour, for later work. a little something for the exorcists, though it is, of course, a secret. she offers a casual, bright smile as she clasps her hands, summoning tea and biscuits unto the table, motioning for the seraphim to take a seat, ❝ always a joy to have you visit, emily dear. you really must drop by more often, i've been meaning to make you a new dress ... but nevermind that, what's on your mind? ❞

❝ Jophiel ! I'm so happy to see you -- I hope I am not interrupting any of your important work ! If so, I will surely come back at a more convenient time. ❞ Emily practically glows with enthusiasm; the feathered tips of her wings flicker with exuberance that she does nothing to contain. ❝ But would you mind giving me some advice ? ❞

@arcvenus & ❤

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okay, a little plotting / dynamics call ♡

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jo is so easily flustered & made uncomfortable, you flash her a bit of skin or flirt with her and she's unable to act like 😐😑😐

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Iris Murdoch, The Time of the Angels

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❝ having a mid-century crisis, are we? ❞ jo teases, sparing a glance away from her embroidery to catch his eye in the mirror, brow arched with some minimal measure of interest. setting her needles asides, wings drooping as she shrugs in response, ❝ you'd give up your lovely god-given features for some flair and theatrics? you do you, adam. but i think the odd bit of human charm suits you, dull as it is. ❞

"You know, maybe I should go full angel. All multiple eyes and stuff like that."

Adam bare face is on the mirror, uncaring or perhaps because of the presence of another arch angel that he actually showed it.

"What do you think? Should I lose the human face already?"@arcvenus

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a woman dressed in red sits at an empty booth — only she is not a woman, but something holy, and there is no vacancy, for the might of heaven sits behind her; in her splayed wings, in her bright halo. as jophiel awaited company, the diner had emptied, for the demons had scurried upon the burn of divinity. she had been traversing downstairs a lot lately, and often, half-wondering when heaven would get on her case about it, if they cared at all or took to more pressing matters, of which there were many at present. a millennia of peace in paradise, skewed in a year!

there's a plate of food before her, though she does not eat it. it is a juxtaposition of guilt, her cross to bear. regret eats away at her when she bites her critique and remains silent in the face of heaven's crimes, yet regrets thinking such impure thoughts at all. she would feel guilty if she forsook the lord, and she would feel guilty if she didn't. ❝ is it liberating? being away from heaven, that is. is the fall worth the freedom? ❞ jo ponders suddenly, glancing up from the little crucifix she had been toying with, eyes settling over the once-exorcist that now occupies the opposite side of the booth, her gaze brimming with intrigue. vaggie seems to be content in a way her sisters back home are not. jo wonders how that may be.

♡ / @x0rcist

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do you care her....

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a blotch of gold amidst the debauched glamour of the establishment, her figure leans against the little table she's seated at, at the side of the stage where @pinkxxxpony performs. angels in hell, outside extermination hours, were not a common occurrence, and were it not her tucked wings that gave it away, surely her attire would have — a shawl, a high collar, frilled gloves, every part of her flesh modestly veiled so no eye may look unto the divine.

circumventing certain prohibitions in heaven by finding the materials she needed, mixed fabrics & whatnot, downstairs had become a habit of hers. so she had time to kill! presently, the drink atop the table goes untouched, jo content to merely toy around with the rim, running a gloved hand in infinite circles as she takes in the environment. a bustling crowd of patrons, engaged in varying shades of carousel ... but what catches her eye is the man whose hands inch closer & closer toward the dancer.

it is not an overt display, for he soon dissolves into a pillar of salt, pathetic ashes crumbling to the ground into a heap of nothing with a scream cut short. ❝ oh, don't stop on my account, please! ❞ jophiel huffs with a smile hinting at mischief, eyes locking with sugar's, ❝ you're very talented, i had not known this style of dance before. ❞

♡ / @pinkxxxpony

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immidiate aftermath of post-fall jo on the floors of hell, bleeding out, mangled wings & all .. striking a deal with an overlord 👁👁

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indulgence is a sin, but a chalice or two of communion wine, jo would insist, is a most holy consumption. in truth, she was nursing the divine-equivalent of a headache, halo canting to one side as she leaned her chin atop her hand, the other swishing around the chalice of wine. the mock trial with hell's princess had been a disaster, a pandora's box of an endeavour disclosing the dirty secret of extermination. the kingdom of heaven, in perjury. scandalous.

❝ dare i ask if there's anything good in the metaphorical cards, hani dear? ❞ she drawls, eyes lifting toward her fellow archangel, taking solace in the familiar presence as she pours another glass for @infernal-feminae though jo doubts it will be taken. she'd offer tea, if only she kept any of that around still. ❝ no, no. don't tell me. ugh, what a nightmare! you're lucky you're not here often enough to hear of it. ❞

♡ / @infernal-feminae

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do you care her....

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someone should write cain and / or abel because they were always jo's favourite lil humans. 😇

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋, visual guide.

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joph takes to wearing the color red after the first blood had been spilt by cain in murdering his brother. she had never seen blood before then, but she liked its rich, vibrant hue, so very different from the pristine divinity of heaven. she finds a morbid sort of beauty in it, like an art piece.

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there is tyranny inherent in ignorance, but it is a cruel irony behind it that jophiel does not know of such terms yet, for she is still young, and the kingdom of heaven is the paragon of perfection. no such accusation can be thrown lightly. she might come to learn, in due time. but for now, she is content in paradise, with its palatial corridors stretched into a seeming infinity, glowing with the might of god, graced by the harmonies of the choirs reverberating with a cathedral-like echo.

she lingers by the grand archway, veiled in a shawl, half-hidden behind a column, before seeming to make up her mind and approaching, a few light steps taken forward, ❝ brother samael....? ❞ jo ponders softly, her wings tucked neatly behind, as is proper, offering a little nod in reverence of the prince, in all his beauty and light.

she had been thinking, ( a dangerous thing for an angel, designed to do one job ) turning ideas over in her head, though the notion of philosophy was unknown to her, too. intuitively, she knew not to speak of such things with the other angels, for they might not understand, but she thought he might! and he was her only hope. ❝ oh, i had not realised you were back from the garden so soon... might i speak with you? i know not who i may turn to. ❞

♡ / @xluciifer