Cuties 😍
Azrael was quickly working out that Chance didn’t actually have much of an understanding of the current situation, despite his attempts to bluff it, and it was more than obvious that he was playing for time until someone better equipped showed up. It didn’t take much to assume Jophiel had accounted for that though into his plan since rounding up his rogue brothers and sisters was his first priority over any games he could play with other creatures, whether they had any angelic blood or not.
“Ego tamen puto id te mordet hamos in captionem, et non es? Es collateralis dampnum ad optimum.”
Chance might have had enough understanding of the various spells and sigils warding the place to allow him to navigate them, but the angel bound in chains in the traps centre understood the exact combination used and for what purpose. If Chance even tried to remove Azrael from there on his own, the chains would break and set the angel loose, unleashing a destructive force more powerful than any nuclear weapon ever built.
“No, I think you are the trap and Kellen would have been the bait had I actually allowed him to waltz in here like a dumbass,” he returned, sounding far more bored than he actually felt.
He knew Azrael wasn’t an idiot. Chance had never been that great of an actor. Sure, it had been easy when Sera had been younger, but that was because he was giving his mother what she wanted to see, so she never looked deeper. He knew his step-father hadn’t been nearly as fooled as his mother and he knew the other damn sure could tell he was just stalling for time.
“Do remember that anything that affects you physically also affects my mother,” he finally pointed out, not liking the way the air inside the industrial freezer was warm because of the angel before him. “I’d hardly like to see her catch fire because you did. I don’t think she or the zombie would survive spontaneous combustion.” He didn’t think it would work, not really, but he was hoping there was still some part of the man that had helped raise him in there, some flicker that would care enough about Brittia or Mort to buy just a little more time. Not for himself or anything, but for the small handful of people he actually didn’t want dead.
To answer your question, she’d hate it. What? You asked me what Jessica would think about all of this.
Either Flynn was lying to me about who killed my wife, or he wasn’t, and fate wanted her dead anyway. Wrap your head around that for a minute, that the universe or God wanted the one person that I love most in this world to be dead. Maybe the universe is saying there’s something else you have to do first. Maybe you’re not meant to be here. Maybe you’re meant to be helping your friends.
He hummed for a moment, thinking it over, before nodding in agreement. “Softness is… often mistaken for weakness. Easier to keep that hidden.” Better for him, mostly. He didn’t have to worry about protecting Ava from anyone. She could protect herself. He grinned. “But it will not stop me from trying. Perhaps if I try hard enough, I can get you to blush.”
She quirked a brow at the last comment, a smirk tugging on her lips. “Honey, I’m centuries old, I sincerely doubt you can find a way to make me blush,” she taunted, willing to let him try.
Not even sorry for the fc spam of Chayton cuz he’s pretty
It’s a blast. It’s fun to do. If there’s ever a time where I can do a stunt or do a fight and do it myself and make it look good, I’m game for it. But yeah, it’s a lot of fun. As a young boy and even now, watching movies with James Bond and Indiana Jones and Han Solo, these guys kick butt. We kind of all want to be them. It’s exciting.
