#˙⋆✮ 𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗯𝘆 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𓂋 01 ✮⋆˙

[adamsappl]

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adam isn't doing much in particular when emily enters his office. leaned back in a chair with his boots kicked up onto his desk, tuning his guitar rather than doing ... anything else he should be working on. it's difficult to tell when exactly he registers the seraph's presence, the digital face displayed on his visor hardly moving at all when he glances up -- but just barely looking at her, the archangel already knows what she's here for. why couldn't sera just MAKE HER drop the fucking topic? not like letting emily bother HIM would shut her up any faster.

still, he offers a smile.

❝ he-e-ey, em! ❞ he swings his legs down from their spot on the desk, carefully setting his instrument off to the side. ❝ ain't like you to swing by during office hours, babe! what's up? all that stuff from the trial still bumming you out? ❞

[adamsappl]

@luteisms sent: ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat .

some of the only times adam and lute don't seem to be glued at the hip come from extermination day. though they always tended to stick close, caught up in adrenaline and a year's worth of pent up bloodlust, it was far from uncommon for one to split from the other, chasing whatever high the senseless slaughter provided. this was no exception to the rule -- not that it particularly MATTERS. they always find their way back to one another eventually.

adam's guitar makes contact with brimstone before his feet do as he swoops down behind his lieutenant, whatever disgusting wretch that had been attempting to sneak up on her torn asunder by angelic steel, now laid out at their feet. whatever remark the first man starts to make is swiftly cut-off when he registers lute's unmasked face, brows raising almost automatically at the sight.

❝ what's the occasion? ❞ a playful smile appears on his face, raising a brow, ❝ ain't every day you let demons see that pretty face of yours, babe. ❞ easily, he sidesteps away when she lunges for another sinner, careful to stay out of the way of her rapier, his axe following suit. adam does his best to step in turn with lute, but lord above, he can't seem to keep his eyes off of her. he's seen her face before, plenty of times, but never like THIS. maybe the blood or murderous look in her eye would be off-putting to anyone else -- but quite frankly, adam can't get enough of it.

a brief moment of calm.

❝ not that i'm complaining. ❞ adam hums, clawed hand gently lifting lute's chin as he leans down to plant a kiss on her lips ( how? the same way he can eat and drink with that mask on. maybe if she asks nicely, she can get a REAL kiss out of him later. ) ❝ y'look good like this. ❞

[adamsappl]

@luteisms sent: “ sir. i am not asking for the constellations. i just need to understand. ”

❝ oh yeah? 'cuz it SOUNDS LIKE you're trying to get on my fuckin' nerves. ❞ black visor is wearing a digitized scowl by the time adam whirls around to face his lieutenant, golden feathers fluffing up as oversized wings haphazardly move from under his arms. to say he never snapped at lute like this normally ... would be a lie -- but this is different. strange behavior, even for adam, to keep something like this from LUTE. maybe he'd feel a little bit BAD about it, if she hadn't proceeded to piss him off.

❝ she's up here because i made a deal with her. that's all you need to understand -- and you're fuckin' lucky i'm even telling you THAT much. ❞ huff! the nerve of some people. ❝ we good now? or are you gonna keep bitching at me? ❞

[adamsappl]

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sympathy isn't common in HELL, that much he's sure of. not during the exterminations. not from the exorcists. not from ADAM. even with an official pardon, it's not like a few stray hellborn freaks aren't killed by exorcists every year, caught in pride when they shouldn't have been -- so the archangel doesn't know exactly why this is the route he's chosen. still, that doesn't mean he has to be nice about it.

adam doesn't even have to land to lift the jester into the air, pulling fizzarolli up and off of the ground only to dump him on a nearby rooftop, far away enough from the carnage in the streets below.

❝ y'know, i thought your kind knew better than to be up here this time of year. ❞ angel finally lands as he begins speaking, all but TOWERING over the imp. an imposing threat, bloodied guitar remaining in hand -- but no moves are made in his direction. ❝ the fuck is so important that you ended up in the middle of the city when shit kicked off, huh? ❞

[adamsappl]

anonymous sent: Your light was supposed to give humanity some kind hope. Instead, it was hiding you and your wretched kind's true nature.

❝ hate to be the one to break it to you, sweetheart, but heaven ain't supposed to be some guiding light -- it's a reward for not being a total piece of shit before you DIE. not my job to take care of you whiny bitches, last i checked. ❞

[adamsappl]

jesus, mary, and joseph. adam's eyes would roll into the back of his fucking HEAD if they could. his smile thins, brows furrowing as she takes out the list he'd written, not even bothering to glance it over.

❝ y'know, i totally get where you're coming from, really, i do, but you know as much as i do that WE don't really have a say in all that! ❞ despite emily's evident frustration, his tone remains light and friendly ( if not a bit condescending. ) ❝ i mean, just 'cuz he met my standards doesn't mean he's WORTHY of being up here -- otherwise he would be, right? ❞ cue a slight tilt of the head, accompanied by a chuckle. ❝ 'sides, you saw all the shit he 'n his friends were up to down there. are you really gonna stand here excuse that behavior when any of OUR souls would be scolded for it? ❞

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adam isn't doing much in particular when emily enters his office. leaned back in a chair with his boots kicked up onto his desk, tuning his guitar rather than doing ... anything else he should be working on. it's difficult to tell when exactly he registers the seraph's presence, the digital face displayed on his visor hardly moving at all when he glances up -- but just barely looking at her, the archangel already knows what she's here for. why couldn't sera just MAKE HER drop the fucking topic? not like letting emily bother HIM would shut her up any faster.

still, he offers a smile.

❝ he-e-ey, em! ❞ he swings his legs down from their spot on the desk, carefully setting his instrument off to the side. ❝ ain't like you to swing by during office hours, babe! what's up? all that stuff from the trial still bumming you out? ❞