#&. * ☆ * ( azazel / his cress. )

[plvnetarium]

Cress holds her arms out for Azazel to fill the space between them. Once he’s in her arms she shows a moment of weakness, a moment of wanting him. So she stands on her toes and leans closer to him. “Kiss me.” She says, waiting for him to close the gap between their lips.

          @rxmade  (  ft. azazel & cress!  )

                    his immediate reaction is to fit his body inside the home of her arms  －  like a flight response, he comes to her and settles himself against her until azazel is once again familiar with the warmth of her skin.  azazel thinks that if loving her is his greatest sin, then he’ll gladly go back to hell knowing that he’ll spend the rest of his life never asking for forgiveness.  if loving her will steal him of his throne, then azazel never wants to be king. 

                    azazel smiles at her.  (  the kind of smile that can stop the world from spinning in its axis  ;  the kind of smile reserved only for the woman standing in front of him.  )  then, he envelops the angel in his arms and pulls her closer to his body.  he presses their foreheads together just as their mouths are close to touching.  for a moment, he only stares at her, breaths caught in the middle, heartbeats craving for more. 

                    then, once she gives her orders, azazel leans down to press a longing kiss on her lips  －  drowning in the light that’s igniting like a flicker of hope in between them, the closest glimpse of salvation a demon can touch, even if he knows that creatures like him have always been meant to rot.  but in this moment, as azazel is burning from the contact of their open mouths, he suddenly feels like falling on his knees.

                    (  and what a twist it is for a demon who’s so starved for power to willingly feel weak.  )

                    when he pulls away to catch his breath, azazel doesn’t completely pry himself apart from her, desperate for another second simply to inhale every inch of her being.  ❛   cress,   ❜  he whispers hoarsely.  ❛   i am infinitely, irrevocably, hopelessly YOURS.   ❜   he puts his hand at the back of her head and presses a soft kiss on her temples, hoping that that simple gesture is enough to fill them whole. 

[mvnesidusarchived-blog]

azazel tag dump !

&. * ☆ * ( azazel / visage. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / interactions. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / study. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / playlist. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / aesthetic. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / asks. ) &. * ☆ * ( azazel / his cress. ) &. * ☆ * ( bonds / azazel and cress. )