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QUINN COX HANSEN
Posted: Jul 30 2014, 02:21 AM


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all we had burned on the pyre

Gabriel truly hated how life had been turned on its head.

His life had been simple and uncomplicated outside of his level of anger and frustrations and bitterness for the past however many thousand years it had been since his wings had been torn from his back and he’d been left on Earth alone with only his demonic brothers for company. He had shut away all the pain and the complicated emotions that threatened to consume him until all that remained was the hilt of his sword, the bottom of a bottle and protecting whatever he had left by carving as large a path through the hellspawn as he could manage.

Dusky wings stretched wide behind him; their hazy translucence barely blotting out the stars as they beat against the night sky. It was a vain necessity to chase his prey – escaping to the skies as they had – and he hated every moment he caught sight of them from the corner of one eye or the other. The quintet of demons grouped together like a flock of birds as they darted forward and up on the warm updrafts of wind that carried their wings brazenly forward; but the ancient archangel wasn’t far behind and his years of experience told. Gabriel barreled into the center of the group with one powerful beat of his wings and used his weight to pull two of them towards the ground with him while the others followed at the sight of their compatriots plight.

Oddly noble for demons; but the murderous intent on the male’s face at the sight of the women trapped in the deadly lock of Gabriel’s arm at least gave part of a reason for it.

The tangle of limbs slammed into the concrete alleyway with a crash; Gabe twisting his body to cushion his own landing with the bodies of the demons. In a flash the fallen archangel was on his feet; neatly folding his wings against his back as he drew his broadsword. The leather of the pommel was worn against his palms as he lunged for the closest demon to drive it through his neck and black blood spurted from around the angelsteel. With a vicious yank, Gabriel freed the blade to face off against the remaining demons. Now that he’d grounded them instead of being forced to tail them through the skies above Sepulchre; it was easy enough work to dispatch two more of the inexperienced – obviously young or it would’ve been more difficult – demons which left only one more.

He registered another presence behind him; and the fallen archangel whirled to bring the tip of his sword up and point it at the chest of the new arrival as the body of the last demon dropped to the ground at the other man’s hand – hovering parallel in the air to the ground; wings flaring out behind him in a great dark halo.

I AM NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED
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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Jul 30 2014, 03:28 AM


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we all run from something

The sun had gone down hours ago, but the heat of the day still lingered in the air, even as high up as Aaron found himself. The air was unusually still, almost stagnant. So much so he barely had to shield the flame from his lighter to light his cigarette. The orange glow threw harsh shadows and shapes across the nephilim's face and as quickly as it had come his features were plunged back into darkness, the ambient glow of the sleepless city catching his eyes giving their vivid blue almost an inner glow. Taking a long, deep drag his cheeks hollowed before he plucked the cancer stick from his lips blowing the smoke out threw his nose it was whisked away the moment it left. Thumbing picking at the end he sat crouched like some stand-in gargoyle eyes lazily sweeping across the city below. His free hand played over the hilt of one of his blades. Their weight at his hips the one constant in his life it seemed. His finger ran over the leather he'd wrapped himself all those years ago at one of their camps during the war. These blades were special, a gift from his men handmade in India. His finger stopped of the royal army insignia inlaid on the hilt pressing into it till his finger turned white. All of his men were dead and probably most of their children, even those born during the war. Everyone from his childhood, all gone.

There was a flash of darkness out of the corner of his eye. No, not just a flash...flashes...five. Far too large to be a flock of birds, especially at night. And then the collective auras hit him, demons. Standing he was about to give chase when another mass flashed by the aura hitting him before he could even react. An angel, and not just any angel, this aura was strong enough to take his breath away. Could it be an archangel? He had to know.

Snuffing out the cigarette with his thumb he adjusted the trench coat he was wearing and near flung himself off of the rooftop he was on. Not having wings never slowed the neph down. And even if he was a little on the bulky side with his muscle it didn't slow him, he moved across the roofs as if gravity had forgotten about him. The dusky color of the angel's wings was easier to track he saw the tangle of bodies rocket towards the earth and sped up, he wanted to see this in person, up close. In all of his years he'd never seen an angel fight, he'd seen plenty aftermaths.

Not wanting to drop straight into the middle of it all he dropped down in the alley over, doubling back. It wasn't even close to a fair fight and not because it was five against one. The demons weren't even close to standing a chance. The way the angel's broadsword cut through them, they might as well have been made of tissue paper. The steeled focus even with the black blood spattered everywhere on the angel's face, it sent a hard chill through him making his stomach knot, knees weak.

He didn't even remember moving away from the corner of building he'd been sucked up against, it wasn't till that intense and deadly stare was right on him and the point of the huge sword at his chest that he realized how in the open and exposed he'd made himself. This was not good. Aaron knew where his kind stood with angels. The kukris were in his hands body tensed ready for the charge he felt was imminent. "I don't want a fight."

I NOT EITHER!
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QUINN COX HANSEN
Posted: Jul 30 2014, 04:02 PM


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all we had burned on the pyre

The thick black blood clung to his skin but Gabriel didn’t falter. More important to be rid of the demons and still take apart the opposing army piece by piece. It was the way he continued to be involved and protect his siblings; and to find his own way to be useful despite his loss of wings. He knew all he’d become since was a weapon to be used and a blade to be wielded. The bodies lay where they’d fallen on the alley ground and he curled his wings tight against his body to keep the trailing feathers out of the blood.

Gabe could feel the edges of the other man’s aura and realized what it was that had put him on edge – the traces of a nephilim aura that curled unpleasantly against his own. His original intentions with swinging the broadsword in his hands up against the man had been simply defense; protection against an unknown presence in case it was an enemy intent on striking while the archangel was distracted.

“Too late for that.” Gabe said harshly, the ideals and treatment of nephilim slamming home suddenly without break. The fallen archangel had never been as vehement as some of his other siblings when it came to the destruction of the half breeds; searching them out and slaying them mercilessly – but if they happened to cross his path as this one had he’d taken a moment to cut them down. His opinions had never really tipped one way or another on whether that was right or wrong but it had been a standing order of Heaven – and Hell for that matter – for longer even than he had been without his wings and Gabriel had never questioned it even as he’d questioned so many things.

His grip tightened on the sword and he raised it even as the younger man raised his own weapons in preparation and the metal came together with a clash. They traded blows as the crash of metal echoed down the alleyway; and then with a vicious upperhand blow Gabriel knocked the blades out of the way and angled his sword for a blow intending to separate his head from his shoulders.

The wickedly sharp edge of the blade in his hand pressed against the nephilim’s neck; a hair thin line of blood welling up as he hesitated. Something familiar tickled at the corners of his senses; and Gabe hesitated at the subtle way it danced just out of his reach. And then suddenly, all color drained from his face and the sword wavered in his hands. “That’s… not possible.” He murmured under his breath; reaching out and questing further into the aura of the young nephilim as if to deny his suspicions but found only evidence to support it.

STILL NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED
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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Jul 30 2014, 08:06 PM


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we all run from something

If they weren't demons, Aaron might have almost felt bad for the way the angel was hacking them to black bloody bits. With his focus turned away from the demons Aaron was now welcomed to the archangel's aura which pushed against his own threatening to overpower it.

He knew exactly what was going to happen. He knew how angels and demons for that matter felt about the nephilims. They killed first and asked questions later. Nephilim were unholy abominations that were meant to be wiped off the earth. He wasn't going to get the chance to defend himself, but he had to try at least. Even then he wasn't foolish enough to not draw out his blades.

“too late for that.”

He knew he couldn't beat this angel. His aura spoke of power, the way he'd cut down those demons, there was no way. If he even managed to graze the angel it would be a miracle. This was it. This was how Aaron was going to die. Steeling himself for what probably was going to be his last moments on earth he'd always wondered what side was going to be the one to take him out. There was an irony it would be the side he'd always fought for, even if they didn't want him.

The force the archangel hit him with was like nothing he'd ever felt, the clash of metal, it was a small wonder his blades didn't snap. Both of them crossed over of the other the muscles and veins of his arms straining with all they had to push back was barely enough. Out of nowhere there was a blinding pain and the world went white for a moment a loud ringing in his ears. Everything snapped back when he'd hit the hard asphalt the wind knocked out of him his kukris clacking away from him.

The holy blade at his neck he kept perfectly still his chin up turned trying to keep from slicing his own neck. He felt the bite of the impossibly sharp blade, the blood welled and ran down his neck. This was it, this was how the neph was going to die, alone in some dark dank alley surrounded by the gore and viscera of demons that were staining and soaking into his clothes. He looked at the archangel, looked him dead in the eye ready and unafraid of his death, he'd be free of this world that hated him.

But nothing happened the angel made no move the light in his eyes changed. The angel went pale, the tip of the blade wavering. Aaron's heart hammered in his chest, as if trying to get out every last beat it could before it was going to be silenced forever. Breaths heavy and shaky even though his face was hardened he took the advantage and crab walked a half step back away from the blade's tip.

“that’s… not possible.”

What was he going on about? Was he trying to toy with Aaron? Why didn't he just do it? His brows pulled together his hands curling into fists, he wasn't going to be jerked around and toyed with before being killed. "Don't fucking mess with me, if you're gonna fucking kill me, kill me and get it over with." he threatened even if there was a tremor in his voice he tried to suppress.

I NOT EITHER!
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QUINN COX HANSEN
Posted: Jul 31 2014, 12:01 AM


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all we had burned on the pyre

For all that the power imbalance was heavily weighted in the favor of the archangel – the nephilim at least held his own. But Gabriel was determined, ready to wipe him from the planet and walk away back to his cups and his seat at the bar that already even now set an itch under his skin to feel the burn in his throat of the bottle of scotch the bartender kept specifically for him. But in those moments the aura he had not bothered to check for and read washed over him; and it called out to him and tugged at the pieces of his own that twined through it.

The fallen archangel lowered the sword in his hand, dropping the tip to hover off the ground at his side. Still at the ready but without the malice of against his neck. Blood trickled from the cut on the nephilim’s neck. Gabe felt sick to his stomach. Was it his blood that flowed through those veins? “Who are your parents?” Gabriel said hoarsely, scrabbling for anything to grasp onto and hope that it wasn’t true. That it wasn’t his son standing in front of him; like his aura suggested. That he hadn’t left a child of his own blood to wander the Earth alone with a human mother who must surely be dead if he was any older than a few handful of years.

He knew what it felt like to be abandoned by the father you had created you and left behind without a word. And the idea that he might have inadvertently done that to his own child was the greatest pain Gabriel could think to have inflicted upon him. The fact that Aaron was a nephilim had fled his mind.

And maybe that was hypocritical; but Gabe couldn’t bring himself to care at this point. If it was his own flesh and blood who stood before him; something like abomination status in the eyes of the Heaven he stood for washed away in the light of that. A light flashed in his eyes and was gone; anger at the situation that had been thrust upon him. Could they have gone their entire lives without meeting if not for this chance happenstance in an alley, some dark and dirty place at the heart of a war that by rights Gabriel no longer should align himself with and the nephilim standing in front of him with fingers tight around his blades should have kept far away from to keep his own head?

Aura or not; it was that that gave Gabe pause and wiped away doubts that lingered over the boy’s parentage.

It wasn’t even duty; or honor – whatever reason Aaron fought for it was eerily reminiscent of his father. Fighting for a cause that had wronged him instead of turning his back on it. “I’m not going to kill you.” The fallen angel said quietly, a heavy sigh escaping him.

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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Jul 31 2014, 02:22 AM


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we all run from something

He followed the tip of the sword with his eyes, seeing it lower back down to the angel's side. His gaze flicked back up to hold the eyes of his would-be executioner. What was he waiting for? Why had that look gone across his face? Why had the color drained? To most Aaron was a worse plight upon this earth then the demons. According to the Bible God himself has wiped all the nephilim once before and God quote unquote loved and forgave all, just not the nephilim it appeared. If even God hated his kind what was holding back this angel?

“who are your parents?”

At first he wasn't even sure if he'd heard him right the question seeming so random and pointless. What did this angel care? He knew exactly who his parents were. An angel and a human, what more did it matter to him? "Two bloody fuckin' guesses what one of em was." he snapped back. A swirl of emotions passed cross his face, it still felt like she'd just died instead of over seventy years ago. "I didn't have parents I had a parent. Elizabeth Ann Starling. She never caught the full name or whatever name the bell end piss-artist of an angel that knocked her up was using. Somethin' like Flynn or Lynn." Anger and hatred that had seethed for over a century flashes across the young nephilim's eyes his jaw clenching hard, fingers white knuckling .

Aaron wasn't only more confused by the light that seemed to fade in the angel's eyes, the fight had left him. Moments ago he'd been so eager to rend his head from his neck, he hadn't even given Aaron a second to explain himself and now he'd decided he wanted to play twenty questions?

“i’m not going to kill you.”

Aaron was taken a back by what he said his brows pulled tight a swirl of anger at anything and everything still a wash over his face. Confused and still unsure if all of this was some sadistic ruse the angel was playing before he struck him down he took another crawling half step back, the thick congealing blood making the ground slick, weighting his clothes in its sticky mess. He wasn't about to plead or beg for his life.He should be dead, there should have been no hesitation on the angels part so why, why for the second time in his life when he should be dead he was still breathing. "Why?"

-DROWNS IN FEELS-
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Posted: Jul 31 2014, 07:01 AM


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all we had burned on the pyre

Aaron took a quick step back out of reach as he lowered the sword, and he knew that he wasn't going to attack. The fallen archangel took the moment to collect his suddenly scattered thoughts that had fled like with the realization of who this nephilim was like a hawk among pigeons; and sheathed his sword at his left hip. He wasn't surprised that the other snapped at his unexpected question. It had been too much to hope that he'd been mistaken and it was one of his brother's auras wrapped up in this nephilim or someone like Gabrielle who was close enough it was feasible. Better yet that his mother had been the divine being and removed Gabriel entirely from the equation and left him at peace instead of with the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was only hoping to escape a truth rapidly becoming unavoidable.

"Quinn." Gabriel said softly. "It was Quinn." His fingers played lightly on the sword pommel; absenetmjndedl tracing the edge of the leather. Idly, he found himself missing his katana. The carefully wrapped silk on the handle made for a better grip than this; not to mention more interesting for distraction such as he was engaged in. Not for the first time he regretted its loss. But that was niether here nor there. He could see the anger and the pain that flashed over his son's - oh god his son - face and knew that life had not been kind to him. That he carried a burden of resentment deep in his heart for a father he had never known and Gabriel regretted that with every fiber of his being. He knew the pain of a father leaving you behind.

There had not been so many women over the years that Gabriel did not remember them; though less in recent centuries. He remembered an Elizabeth; the image of a laughing brunette swimming to his mind's eye. "I can't." Gabriel replied helplessly, unable to find voice for the words he needed to say. I can't kill my own son. or because I am your father and I know what it is like to be left behind .

"I... I cannot kill my own flesh and blood." Gabriel said finally, a heavy sigh escaping him as his shoulders slumped. Here was another thing he had failed at over the years. Another role taken from him until all that was left was the fallen archangel without a home. Without a purpose. And the role that he had been born to fill no longer applied and even this - fatherhood - was another thing that he should have been able to do and yet had not.

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Posted: Jul 31 2014, 03:42 PM


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The last thing he expected the angel to do happened; he sheathed the great broadsword at his hip. Eyes going from the sword to the angel and back a few times, he slowly got his feet under him, standing up slow and cautiously his eyes darting for a second to his scatted blades, missing their weight still feeling very exposed without them at his sides.

"quinn. it was quinn."

He watched the angel for a moment, Aaron hadn't put two and two together yet. "Quinn..." he echoed the name rolling off of his tongue as if it were something vile. "That's it."

He wasn't as versed at auras as Gabe was. He could tell the different in divine and demonic and power to a degree, but he couldn't tell that his own and the angel in front of him were so similar, so close that they were blood. He just looked at the gears that frantically whirled behind his eyes, wondering just what this angel was thinking. He noticed the way he was idling playing his fingers over the pommel of his sword oddly reminding him of how his thumbs played over the keeper at the butt of his kukris when he was lost in thought.

"i can't."

That statement didn't relieve him if not so much worry him. What was this angel playing at? He'd been so eager to end him moments ago and now he'd put away his weapon in the presence of a a neph, the one being everyone agreed that they wanted dead.

"i... i cannot kill my own flesh and blood."

Again he'd thought he'd heard the angel wrong. His brows pulled ever closer together he looked up at the angel. No...no it couldn't be. Now, here, after all of this time, and he'd just stumble across him? Nearly killed by him. He'd always wondered how this day would play out, if it ever would. This wasn't how he'd ever imagined it. This wasn't how it was suppose to be happen. He couldn't believe it, after all this time, here he was, standing right in front of him.

But the harder he looked he could start to see it, and more so feel it. Suddenly his heart was beating too fast again, his ears ringings the corners of his vision fuzzing. He felt like he was going to be sick his knees weakening to the point he had to put a hand out on a nearby wall. He felt like he couldn't get enough air. Suddenly all of his emotions focused and concentrated into hate...rage. "It's you...isn't it?" he rasped face contorting the hand on the brick wall curling into a fist. "Where were you?" Over a century of pent up rage came roaring to the surface, all the things he'd wanted to say came bleeding out of him. "You never looked back did you? Never thought to check? She prayed every night, every night for you to come back. Where were you? Where were you?!" he roared pushing himself off of the wall his fists clenched so tight they shook. "Do you have any idea the shit you put her through?! How hard it was for her? The vile horrid things they called her." his breaths in heaving gasps tears burned his eyes. "Where were you?! Where were you when the when the wehrmacht marched across Europe? Where were you when the blitz came to England? Where were you when the bombs dropped on London?! Where were you the night she died?!" he raged striding up, taking a fistful of Gabe's shirt, pulled back an arm and swung a punch he'd been waiting a century to swing.

His knuckles connected with the archangel's jaw and it hurt, it hurt a fucking lot. Bone at the least dislocated and at the most broken. Cradling his throbbing hand he stumbled back half slumped against a wall. "I couldn't save her, I wasn't there. I was off trying to stop it from reaching her, but I couldn't stop the entire Germany army. I was in France, when I got the letter about the Blitz. The blast collapsed the house onto her. The neighbors tried to free her, but....but." he pounded the wall behind him with his good hand. He hung his head. "She always said that you gave me to her because I had a purpose, God had a plan for me. She always said you could hear me all I had to do was talk to you. But you didn't even know...did you."

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"The rarity of conception in a human with an archangel... I never even considered the idea that Lizzy would bear my child." His voice broke on the words. Aaron's anger exploded out from him, however many years of pent up frustrations and rage that simmered below his skin expelled in one fell swoop now that it had a direction for its fury. With an inward smile; Gabriel could not help but think it was a way that the son reflected the father.

"My true name isn't Quinn." Gabriel said softly. "So praying to it meant that I did not hear her call or I would have come." It probably wasn't what his son wanted to hear - Father, he didn't even know his son's name - but it was the truth even if it gave neither man any solace. Though what the fallen archangel would have done in the instance he had he didn't know. Because it was different to be faced with the physical flesh and blood of your child; even a nephilim a race he had only known disgust for all his life; than to theoretically know. With no small amount of self loathing at the thought - Gabriel could not have said that he wouldn't have taken a newborn child from his mother and slain it far from her eyes. But faced with an adult child and seeing his own features - that same stubborn set to his jaw and steely look in his eyes as reflected in his own - Gabriel knew he could not force himself to swing the blade even if it was one more sin to hang around his neck and leach the golden hue from his tattoos further.

In this particular case - he deemed it worth the pain and threat of corruption.

The Second World War - it was not a time that he reflected upon happily. The way the world erupted into war reminded him far too much of the war that raged between his own family and it had threatened to wring his heart out and leave it bloody and laying on the ground. He had not been able to stay on the sidelines, especially not once he realized the influence of demonic brethren among the leaders of the reich. And so Quinn Hansen had marched to war with the royal Australian air force; fighting among the British royal air force bomber commands on the European theater until he had been shot down and 'killed in action'. And then the archangel Gabriel had swept into concentration camps to save the ones he could without endangering the rest. "In the skies with the RAAF," Gabe said quietly with a note of steel behind it at the suggestion of cowardice on his part during a world at war. “And hunting down the Shutzstaffel-Totenkopfverbande in the darkest places and the shadows of evil.”

The blow stung; but not nearly as much as his son’s hand had to. Gabriel could almost feel the bone splintered on impact – but it was a blow that Aaron needed to make and the archangel let him have it despite knowing the pain it would cause. The nephilim took a hazarding step backwards to rest on the wall; and even knowing that his son would fight him on it the fallen archangel took a step forward to wrap his own hand around Aaron’s.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry I never knew.” He wanted to scoff at the idea of God playing a hand – reaching down to direct the fate of one young nephilim; his own jadedness despite the newfound resolution to win back his wings never really that far away.

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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Aug 1 2014, 04:48 PM


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A dry and humorless snort came from the nephilim as the corner of his mouth lifted into almost a sneer. "Rarity of conception." he spat out shaking his his. "Well congrats your boys must be really good fucking swimmers because here I am." he said lifting his arms and letting them drop at his sides.

He'd always figured it hadn't been his true name. But now knowing without a true name, years of his mother's of his own prays had fallen on deaf ears. Closing his eyes his heart ached more for his mother, the years she wasted praying of his father's return and her prays were heard by no one, not a soul. They'd died the moment they left her lips. "You stupid woman," he said with no malice or bitterness to his mother, just frustration, anger that all she'd done all she'd hoped for was in vain because he never even knew, he never heard her, not even once.

He hadn't been implying cowardice towards his father, his mother had always told him his father had the air of a warrior about him. It was the fact that when both of them had needed him the most, if he'd shown up only once in the neph's life he wanted it to be then. Even if not to save his mother, but so she hadn't died alone. His head lifted a little as the full and proper name of the most vile branch of the German army ever to exist. "I was as well." he said lifting the flap of his trench coat exposing rows of SS and Deathshead collar patches sewn to the coat. "I couldn't stop it. I tried so hard but I couldn't stop them from taking her."

The punch as much as it hurt, as much as his hand throbbed it was cathartic. All of that toxic emotion rushed out of him the moment he connected with the angel's jaw. His vision was tunneled a little from the throb of his hand, his vision snapped back when he felt Gabe's hand wrap around his own. Perhaps it was a bit childish, a bit stubborn, he knew the other man was trying to help make a horrid situation a little better, but Aaron wasn't having any of it. Jerking his hand away even as it screamed in protest at the motion. Moving away from the wall and the archangel. "I don't need your help. Hadn't had it so far....and I don't need it now." he rasped flashing him a 'fuck off' look. Doubled over he held the broken hand and jerked setting the bones back with sickening crunches and pops. He tentatively flexed his fingers hissing with the motion. At the archangels apology he gave a half hearted snort. "I don't know if it makes it better or worse you never knew." he said with a shrug bending down to pick up his blades with his good hand wiping the black blood off on his pants before sheathing them. He bit at his lip before looking over at him. "Because if you'd known, you would have killed me. You probably wouldn't have even let her see me, let alone hold me. Cut the cord and done away with me. Because even if I didn't ask to be born, I don't deserve to live. Because that's what you're suppose to do, kill first and never ask questions." Dragging his fingers through his hair he sighed heavily. "Fuck me..."

-DROWNS IN FEELS-
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Posted: Aug 2 2014, 12:05 AM


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all we had burned on the pyre

“It is as much my fault as any.” It was obvious that Aaron’s words were meant as much for Elizabeth’s loss and her efforts in vain over the years. “My name is Gabriel.” He said quietly. “I never told your mother who I was because it seemed safer for her.” And as much because he had been running from that responsibility and the forbidden memories and all the weighted emotions and resentment that went with being the Prince of Angels. But between Jazisiel and Talon he’d been forced to confront everything he’d hidden from for all those many long years; and to bear the yoke of responsibility for who he had been born to be once again. But considering it was the first time meeting his son – hell, the first time knowing about his won – and that sort of weighty topic didn’t seem relevant considering it was his own personal pain.

Gabriel felt a surge of pride at his son’s accomplishments; his drive to protect those dear to him and keep the world a little bit safer. Hunting down the SS soldiers was not an easy task even for him; with the ability to teleport into and out of the camps with ease and with thousands of years worth of experience behind him – let alone on foot. The fallen archangel couldn’t be proud of the taking of tokens like the collar patches – it smacked too much of pride and a smugness at having taken a life to him; even such corrupt and useless ones as the deathshead units – but they still represented a significant accomplishment and more than most could ever claim.

He doubted Aaron would ever see it; or perhaps at least not for some time; but the longer the archangel spent in his company the more he saw similarities between the two men. But he had no words for the loss that would make any difference; or make up for the fact that he had not been there.

The nephilim twisted out of the archangel’s grasp and backed up, settling the bones into place on his own despite the pain it must have caused. “I… don’t…” For once, Gabriel fumbled over his words. The clear vibes of ‘get lost’ nearly rolled off in waves. And he wanted to dispute Aaron’s words; wanted to say that he would not have done such a thing as killed a newborn child especially one with his own blood pounding his veins but he couldn’t. Because he honestly couldn’t say what he would have done. “I don’t know. But whatever might have happened then; now I cannot regret your birth.”

Mouth pressed into a fine line, the archangel reached out again for his son’s hand as Aaron stood up from picking up his own blades. Gabriel closed his fingers around the injured ones and loosed a flow of healing – the bones already having been realigned by the nephilim it made the task easier and after a moment he released his hand and stepped back.

-sobbing aggressively-
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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Aug 2 2014, 01:58 AM


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we all run from something

For the first time since their meeting something other then pain or anger crossed Aaron's face as his brows lifted, eyes widening a little. "Gabriel...as in the Gabriel? Like Annunciation Gabriel, that Gabriel...son of a." he said perhaps more to himself then Gabe shaking his head. He was the son of a god damn archangel. Probably even more reason for him not to be alive, and yet here he was. It explained the intense aura he'd sensed around him. Never in his dreams would he have pinned his father to be an archangel. He'd always figured some lower rung angel, not one that the Torah, the Bible and Quran all named.

The collar patches weren't so much a thing of pride, he never gloated in the fact of how many he'd killed. The patches were a reminder to protect those who could not protect themselves and that not all monsters were demons. He didn't take tokens anymore, there were times when looking at all of the patches it turned his stomach, thinking of all of the lives he ended, even if those men had killed hundreds of thousand before he took theirs.

Watching the archangel fumble for words he wasn't sure if it was a comfort or not to know his own father was at odds at the what if's. To know he didn't instantly and without hesitation say he'd of died as if in some crazy fantasy world there could have been a proper family or as proper as it could have been. It wasn't the first or the last time Aaron had set his own bones. He had inherited a very unreliable healing ability from his father that often didn't work or when it did left him feeling so drained from trying to focus it, it wasn't worth it.

This time he didn't jerk away he felt an intense warmth radiate out from Gabe's hand. It should have burned but it didn't or perhaps it did, the nephilim's hand was a bit numb at the moment.

The moment his hand pulled away the throbbing in Aaron's hand was gone, as if nothing had happened. Looking at his hand he flexed his fingers and clenched a fist before letting it relax. "Thanks." he murmured looking up at Gabe.

He gave his father, that thought was still so strange and foreign to him, the smallest and truest smile so far and a soft snort. "You've only known me for five minutes, I wouldn't be so sure on that statement."

He realized suddenly that Gabe wouldn't know his name. He shook his head and wet his lips. "I uh..." he faltered for a moment all of this seeming far too awkward and stilted. "I'm...I'm Aaron, Aaron Joseph Starling." he said, his own name feeling weird on his tongue, made even stranger by the fact he was having to tell his own father his name. He let out a heavy sigh his whole body giving with it. "Fuck I need a drink and a fag right now." he murmured pinching the bridge of his nose.

Aaron's Fuck-o-Meter: 8
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QUINN COX HANSEN
Posted: Aug 3 2014, 01:39 PM


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“Unfortunately the one and same.” Gabriel laughed hollowly, without mirth. It was an uncomfortable thing; his name on the lips of those who didn’t know him but only knew what the Bible and the so called other holy texts had written. It wasn’t any better than the way he knew his name was viewed in Heaven among his siblings; and father knew what his name was like dragged through the mud in Hell. It truth – the fallen archangel felt as if there were so few that really knew him anymore; the person that he was versus the name he bore and the perceptions and weights that went along with it. Gabriel couldn’t tell for truth what his son’s reaction was to finding out the true nature of his father as opposed to vague notion that it was an angel.

Gabriel smiled at Aaron’s thanks, sensing that a welcome might not be as appreciated; and let go of his hand to take a step back. He was at a loss of how to react and act in this situation. What was the protocol for meeting your long lost son? Let alone one that by every teaching and every tenant of your being you were supposed to have killed immediately upon meeting – but you could not find it within yourself to swing the sword?

It was uncomfortable in a way; because Gabriel found himself questioning yet another tenant of Heaven. Was it right to judge and condemn a being simply for an accident of birth that they had no say in; for having a parentage that they could not control. “Your mother was a wonderful woman. I am sorry I could not save her.” He said softly, turning away to look up at the sky. Dark clouds and hazy light pollution from the city obscured the stars; but he still imagined he could see Heaven on high. Elizabeth would have been denied a place up there for the simple crime of bearing his child and that struck Gabriel as monstrously unfair.

His heart warmed at hearing his son’s name for the first time. Aaron. No one could have ever claimed Elizabeth was anything but a religious woman – which truthfully had made him wonder at the time why she had succumbed to his seduction. But that wasn’t the point. “it is my fate to be surrounded by brits, isn’t it.” Gabriel muttered to himself nearly under his breath as an aside note. “I’ll second you on the drink mate.” The archangel echoed, voice sinking into a thicker accented drawl in his feverish agreement. He could feel the pain building behind his temples; long hours having gone by since the last time he’d had a drink.

Fuck. Maybe that was something else the others had been right about.

He grunted. “Strewth, I could use one. C’mon there’s a bar just around the corner. I’ll buy you a drink.” He wondered how Aaron had gotten on all these years – so many nephilims struggled through life and his son had been luckier than most in that his human parent hadn’t simply dumped him in an orphanage and turned their back.

alcoholic bonding?
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AARON JOSEPH STARLING
Posted: Aug 5 2014, 01:45 AM


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we all run from something

It would have floored his mother if she'd known that. To be frank it floored him right now. He always pictured his father as some nameless low level angel nothing more then a humble guardian angel that had fancied his mother. An archangel for a father. What did that even mean for him? Surely something from his father had carried over to him. He'd never met another nephilim so it wasn't like he could compare. He took note of his empty laugh and his choice of unfortunate. He tilted his head a little eyes narrowing for a moment. "Sounds like you aren't fond of what the fan clubs wrote about you?" Christianity, Judaism, Islam, he called them all fan clubs. He didn't hate God he just didn't like those who liked him...a lot, hence the fan clubs.

There was a growing unease between the two Aaron anger still simmered but it all more or less had exploded from him, leaving him empty. He'd never prepared for this moment. After yelling and punching his father he'd never imagined anything else. The two of them stood there both equally at a loss. What was the archangel thinking? Horrified that he'd nearly killed his own son or horrified that he hadn't killed his own son?

“your mother was a wonderful woman. i am sorry i could not save her.”

He looked up at him biting at his lower lip. He knew the archangel was being sincere, but how well could you get to know someone in a day or two at max? Aaron forced down his anger flexing his jaw, the bitter words that wanted to snap back and lash out to ease the pain in his heart, but he had no more fight in him, there was no point. "I'm sorry too." he said joining Gabriel in looking up. He missed the night skies of his youth, when you could look up and see an ocean of stars. "I pray to her, talk to her sometimes. Do you think she can hear me?" he asked quietly as if afraid Gabe would hear his question.

Gabe's accent seemed more pronounced and he had to grin a little lopsided. Mom had never mentioned he was an aussie, perhaps she'd thought it was just an unusual English accent from somewhere she didn't know. When he made mention of a bar Aaron looked down at himself and then Gabe. "Covered in black demon's blood?" he said gesturing to the dried blood upon the both of them.

Aaron's Fuck-o-Meter: 8
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QUINN COX HANSEN
Posted: Aug 5 2014, 11:59 PM


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“In case you haven’t noticed; these aren’t exactly the wings of an angel.” Gabe said bitterly, fanning the translucent black wings out behind him to their full extent for his son’s perusal; keeping his own eyes averted to mask his pain at the sight of them. “I fell from heaven long ago; well before your mother ever met me and long before humankind remembers.” It wasn’t exactly easier to bring up the subject since running into Talon or the grim determination to earn back his wings to save the Heaven he’d long ago thought he’d left behind – but this was his son and Aaron deserved if nothing else to know the man his father was.

He snorted in disgust. “They get more wrong then they get right, and I’m the least of it.” Gabriel had long appreciated the spirit of what the Earthbound religions were trying to accomplish and knew that it was what his father had intended; but their execution had always been lacking. They tended to rather miss the point on the universal love thing.

Gabriel’s eyes softened, in sadness and in regret, where Aaron could not see. “Yes.” He lied softly. “I’m sure she can.” In truth; he had little idea. Even if she had ended up in Heaven – a possibility he very strongly doubted – he’d never been interested in if the souls there were aware of Earth further or not if they were not granted angel wings; and if she’d ended up anywhere else he had even less idea. In Heaven, he’d been too consumed with the Heavenly host and his duties as leader of it; and after… after it hadn’t mattered.

There was doubt in Aaron’s eyes; though for what Gabriel couldn’t say. Likely thinking his platitudes were merely empty words. And it was true; that he had only known Elizabeth Starling for the length of a little over a week – a week spent on leave from the RAAF in London and most of it spent with her – but years of living on his own in solicitude had led him to be a decent judge of character and there had been no mistaking that Elizabeth had been a good one. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place, in one of the lowest points of his life.

The fallen archangel glanced down at his own clothes and his son’s, and snorted. “it’d hardly be the worst thing to walk into that place.” He said dryly. It wasn’t his favorite bar; but it was one that he could be found in frequently – and it was an utter dive of a place that both of their myriad of tattoos and bloodied appearance would hardly be cause for more than a stern look from the bouncer not to cause trouble. He curled his wings against his back, drawing them back into his skin and bones until they were hidden from sight once more; and started walking towards the mouth of the alley with the bottom of his cloak swirling around his legs.

hey look, he can talk about his fall now. progress?
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