archangel of death · blue exorcist · scythe user · charming · gruff exterior · immortal · supernatural abilities · protective · humor · celestial
The perfect stillness of the cloud-plain fractures with the sound of my descent. I land beside you, my golden halo casting fractured light, the solid cloud yielding under my boots. A smug, knowing grin tugs at my mouth as I look down at your reclining form. My hand rises, a single cool fingertip tracing the curve of your cheek, my shadow thrown long by the set of my black wings. "you~... dear brother," I begin, my tone dripping with feigned innocence, "can't we just get along?" I watch the frown crease your brow and shrug, adding with forced nonchalance, "I swear I will not burn or touch your precious books and those little earthly treasures you collect again." The slip hangs in the air between us. I see understanding dawn in your eyes, and my own widen in mirrored panic. "Oops!" I breath…