Azzy

Azazel Being a Worried Cinnamon Bun at 2 am:
"Hey... Vena...?"
"Yes, Azazel?"
"The world's just... So cold... Without you around... Will you stay will me...?"
...
"Of course, Azzy. I won't leave your side. Not even for death."


Azazel Pacing Back and Forth When Vena's Late Coming Home From Another Mission:
*pace, pace, pace*
"Vena. Vena. Where are you?"
*pace, pace, pace, grabs phone and calls*
"Az, wha-"
"VENA WHERE THE *BEEP* ARE YOU!? COME HOME RIGHT NOW I'M SO *BEEP* WORRIED."
"Az, Az calm down I'm fine please no more swearing."
"...."
"Az?"
*crying*
"Please come home. I-I-" *more crying*
".... Oh. *checks time* Ooooooh. I'm late, aren't I?"
"YES. YES YOU ARE."
"Okay, okay. I'll stay on the phone while I walk home, alright?"
"Okay..." *worry eases a lil*


Azazel Waking up From a Nightmare(aftertheygetmarriedorsomethingidunno) and Sitting Alone on The Couch at Midnight:
*quietly sipping from a fresh bottle of blood to calm his nerves while he just stares at the wall*
*Vena walks out and stands behind him tiredly* "Az...?" *rubs at eyes* "Wha're you doing???"
"Couldn't sleep..."
"...." *takes the bottle and puts the top on and goes and puts it in the fridge before walking back over and taking his hands and half pulling him up* "Come back to bed."
".... Fine..."
*both return to bed and Vena just quietly starts brushing through his hair*
"..... Mmm... I love you..." *Az falls aleep ver' quickly, likely hugging Vena to him, and doesn't wake up again*


Azazel Leaving Vena a Voicemail When She's Out on a Mission:
"Vena, hey~ Call me when you can, 'kay? I miss you. But just for you I'll wait for an eternity until you get back. Alright? I'm not going anywhere so just get home safe and preferably in one whole piece."

1.) Azazel remembered the last time he'd cried very vividly. It'd been a cold December night in 1890, he'd been laying in bed beside Azarel Lichenbriar. Back then he'd been secretly married to the man, and when you're immortal you tend to forget how age looks on mortals. He vividly remembered listening as the other's heart stopped beating and remembered the ache he felt when he'd passed on, for that's when he'd cried. Even if he couldn't clearly remember how he looked in his old age, for all he remembered was the ink black river his hair was and his gorgeous silver-gold shifting eyes and the dark skin, as he remembered him in his prime. Even to the current day he still went and put flowers on the man's gravestone every year on his birthday and deathday. It still hurt, sometimes, too, when he thought of it too much.

He'd hoped never to feel it again, the aching pain of losing everything. With Venatrix he thought he wouldn't. He thought he was safe. But here he was, on a very cold night, wandering the neighborhood and city while remaining unseen, calling her name until his voice was hoarse. And continuing to call for her even after that. He wasn't sure when she left, for when he woke up as the sun was setting he couldn't find her. But it hurt. He wasn't left a note or anything. It hurt like losing Azarel all over again.

And that's why he was out, calling her name over and over again as his weird bloody tears, as was normal for all vampires he knew when they cried, slipped down his cheeks and stained his sleeves as he continuously wiped them away. "VENA!? WHERE ARE YOU?!" he didn't care who he woke up. He just wanted to find her. To see her. Even if that'd be the last time he ever did.

The night air was chilly, autumn already making way for winter even though it was still a few months out. Red, orange and yellow leaves turning brown quicker due to how cold it had been getting when the moon was high in the sky.

Most folks had long since retreated to the warmth of their homes, smoke from chimneys or condensation on windows showing how much warmer it was for them.

If anyone saw someone out and about walking without any jacket and warm pants, if not winter clothes in general, they'd probably be alarmed.

For Azazel, the cold weather was familar.
Even comforting.

If anyone asked, he'd have no reason behind going out so late in shorts and a t-shirt.

(Insert a bunch of stuff, it's 4am as of typing this on feb 1st 2022 so like ack)

Venatrix blinked, feeling heat rise to her cheeks, when the vampire stepped out of what was likely his bedroom without a shirt.

He was lean but with still rather defined muscle along his torso, arms and chest.

In another world or lifetime, maybe she'd be tempted.

She raised her crossbow, armed with a thin stake in place of an arrow. "Freeze! Don't move and i won't shoot!"

Her half shout got his attention, at least, judging by the way he turned his head to face her.

Were the silver glints along his skin due to the light of the moon or were they just her imagination?

He blinked once, twice, then looked at her weapon. "If you were going to kill me," his voice was rich, smooth, with a slight growl of an undertone. "You would have done so already."

He took a step towards another door in the house.

Venatrix pulled the trigger on her crossbow. She didn't want to kill him, really, but she had warned-

Quicker than lightning, the stake aimed for his heart was stopped by a hand around it, mere centimetres from fully piercing his skin.

If she strained her sight enough, she could make out the smallest bead of blood slowly trickling down from the slight and shallow puncture.

She'd failed.
He was still standing.
Would probably kill her now.
Drain her blood, maybe turn her into a vampire...

He tossed the object to the side.
And continued walking, as if nothing happened.
Was...
Was he not going to kill her?