The Boy Sighed…of Course Nanny Was Right, He’d Never Been Able To Keep Anything From Him. May As

I just discovered Black Veil Brides and have been listening to ‘Bleeders’ on repeat for 2 days.

oi warlock you should play warhammer

I mean it looks really cool, I’ll definitely check it out. ….

Wait.

Or were you you just taking a poke at my name?

Warlock’s probably getting moved to @forgottenxarchangel and this’ll just be a personal blog. The url will be the same, I just don’t think there’s any point for me to have 2 separate rp blogs.

And while that’s important, the question was how are you doing.

This is pretty traumatic for you too, I’m guessing.

Can we take names and kick ass after the Bookstore is fixed?

Gladly, kid. So gladly.

He shakes his head, now refusing to look him in the eye. “I-it’s nothing, just practicing some stuff…” Warlock’s hair rustles a little as he tries to calm himself down.

This is going to take some real pushing.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Merry Christmas, Loves^^

Christmas carols:

Hear me out. Adam and Warlock singing traditional Christian Carols and Aziraphale is like, “that’s cute”…

but Crowley is like “Adam, why?!? And Warlock, I raised you better than that!!!!”

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

I…that wasn’t even the point. But I guess since we’re talking about it, you were more of a mother than she ever was.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

*Warlock shakes his head, his hair swishing a little as he tries to find the right words*

You basically just lost your best friend, I have every reason to be looking after you.

*hug*

*He takes the hug wordlessly and shivers into the boy's hair. This might actually be his breaking point, as the tears begin to fall finally. What an unfair thing, to worry a child.*