#he may have a little bit of trauama with blood

[archangel-gabriel-333]

[he stares at his hands as he tries to stand up to move out of the pool of blood, only to slip and catch himself, staring at the pool of blood with terror washed over his face. He has several flashbacks to when he was caught midfire in the rebellion...]

[he was running through the bloody streets, soldiers of both sides scattered, blood absolutely everywhere. He was panting, doing his best to run through the once peaceful cobble streets, trying to ignore the screams and distant sounds of warfare. In the midst of his running, he tripped on a leg and landed next to a soldier with blood pouring out of every orifice. He was an unlucky one to say the least, and was one of many caught in the path of chaos led by Lucifer himself... He stared at the pool of blood underneath him as their gargled screams of pure agony echoed from their throat and into his ear. He panted, whining as he tried to get up, only to fall into it, staining the entire side of his robe with wine red, and still warm blood. He crawled out and used the wall to get up, only to stare at his blood covered and dripping hands, breath becoming heavier and heavier as he whined, the facade of peace he had produced for himself falling away like water. He looked around, eyes slowly becoming wider as he processed what he was in the middle of, and as his stress went to its climax he feinted.]

[he's since made his way out of the puddle of blood, now in the corner of the room, eyes wide, hyperventilating and whining.]

[safe to say he isn't exactly present...]

// tws for sui , it's the angst we spoke abt yesterday

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Sarah seems ,, off .. to say the least , sitting in the corner of the room with her legs crossed , rocking back and forth , mimicking the TV reporters' voice with perfect accuracy .. tone and all .

freezing in place, falling silent as the rocking came to a halt . The TV fades to static as ' sarah ' lifted her head , slowly turning it in the direction of the angel .. small sniffs .. trying to get a scent .

" hello--zznnz. ? "

the alternate spoke out , side-eying the tiny angel , as the TV screen cut to an eggshell-white screen .

[he rubs his eyes, before freezing in his tracks as soon as he realized what was in front of him.]

[he fell tense, his blood running cold as he stared at the thing before him.]

Wh... Who... What are you..?

[he shuffles back a little, the stench of his fear wafting over.]