Camael released a sigh of relied. She was thankful for the change in the subject of their conversation as the first one was making her far too uncomfortable. Moving on to safer topics was necessary, and she was glad Abaddon had gone and done it. For now, she was just gping to choose to ignore his quip.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears. "Everything," she answered.
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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself.
I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>
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Silas wanted to comment further but even he wouldn't cross the line Yolanda so clearly drew. He would leave that topic... for now.
He grinned, eyebrows waggling. "It's getting me somewhere with you, right?" In all honesty, Silas wasn't a man who often used such tactics in getting the girls he wanted. They usually came onto him, falling head over heels for the charming demeanor he held himself in. He'd never really taken any of them quite seriously, preferring to just enjoy everything and discover all the pleasure life had to give.
He grinned, eyebrows waggling. "It's getting me somewhere with you, right?" In all honesty, Silas wasn't a man who often used such tactics in getting the girls he wanted. They usually came onto him, falling head over heels for the charming demeanor he held himself in. He'd never really taken any of them quite seriously, preferring to just enjoy everything and discover all the pleasure life had to give.
Camael cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders, attempting to regain her composure. An angel of her stature shouldn't let her emotions run wild. It just wasn't right. So she did her best and caught Abaddon's eyes, saying in a still slightly shaky voice, "I don't think anyone can ever take advantage of me."
Silas caught sight of the slightly melancholic turn Yolanda's mood had taken and his smile dropped. "You don't seem too happy about that," he commented.
He leaned back on his throne, careful not to upset its architecture, and grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "Well you're not by yourself anymore." He arched a brow at her, grinning a rather boyish smile. "I'm here and we connect." He chuckled at his own lame attempt at a pick-up line.
He leaned back on his throne, careful not to upset its architecture, and grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "Well you're not by yourself anymore." He arched a brow at her, grinning a rather boyish smile. "I'm here and we connect." He chuckled at his own lame attempt at a pick-up line.
Camael cleared her throat, ducking her head in an attempt to hide her still heated cheeks. Somehow, the book's words added with Abaddon's gave her a mental image of his doing the most sinful acts of skinship. The thought made her cheeks redden even more. "I-I'm sure you do," she sputtered out. Honestly, why was she being so flustered? Still, she couldn't look up at Abaddon lest the images return full force.
Silas nodded, biting back a reference from Mean Girls. Honestly, he blamed Slanie for having such a love for that movie, always choosing to watch it whenever it was her time to pick a film for movie night. Now he had such a girly movie stuck inside his head as if playing in a loop. He mentally cursed his younger sister and her tastes.
Clearing his throat, and his mind, he leaned forwards. "And your family? Are they here?" He wondered briefly why he'd chosen that topic. Perhaps it was because he'd thought of Slanie, the only family he had left. Oh, there was Colin and the gang too. They were his family. Their bond was stronger than that of mere blood. He smiled to himself, thinking of that old phrase - blood is thicker than water - and how it was so often taken out of context. The full phrase was 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb', and it suited him and his friends perfectly.
Clearing his throat, and his mind, he leaned forwards. "And your family? Are they here?" He wondered briefly why he'd chosen that topic. Perhaps it was because he'd thought of Slanie, the only family he had left. Oh, there was Colin and the gang too. They were his family. Their bond was stronger than that of mere blood. He smiled to himself, thinking of that old phrase - blood is thicker than water - and how it was so often taken out of context. The full phrase was 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb', and it suited him and his friends perfectly.
Camael had mostly ignored the library's patrons, They mostly reeked of sin, but one or two had pure souls. She'd smiled and silently blessed them. It was always something to see pure souls among sinners.
She followed Abaddon to a desolate part of the library and sat down on one of the chairs. As she did, a book from one of the shelves caught her eye. Its spine was new, unlike the ancient texts that flanked it. Taking it out with a careful hand, Camael read the title. Fifty Shades of Grey. How odd. She flicked through its pages, settling on one near the middle. Two sentences in and she was already blushing furiously. She closed it abruptly, placing it back demurely on the shelf. What these humans found as literature was atrocious.
Gathering herself again, she turned back to Abaddon. "So," she said, making a gesture with her hands prompting him to speak.
She followed Abaddon to a desolate part of the library and sat down on one of the chairs. As she did, a book from one of the shelves caught her eye. Its spine was new, unlike the ancient texts that flanked it. Taking it out with a careful hand, Camael read the title. Fifty Shades of Grey. How odd. She flicked through its pages, settling on one near the middle. Two sentences in and she was already blushing furiously. She closed it abruptly, placing it back demurely on the shelf. What these humans found as literature was atrocious.
Gathering herself again, she turned back to Abaddon. "So," she said, making a gesture with her hands prompting him to speak.
Silas entered the safe and gasped at the amount of money stored there. He'd never seen so much in one space and he looked every bit like a child at a candy store. Completely ignoring the woman for a time, he ran his fingers through the stacks of bills and the storecases that lined the walls. He pulled one open and saw that it was filled to the brim with diamonds. "Holy shit." He took out one and examined it, seeing the light reflected on its edges. Pocketing it, he turned back to Yolanda.
"Sorry you had to see that," he said with a light chuckle. Yolanda had made herself comfortable on a bench, but Silas wanted sometning more. A brilliant idea struck him and he pulled out stacks of bills to create a makeshift throne. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of it, sending it to Slanie.
He sat down on his throne and grinned up at Yolanda. "How long have you worked here?" he asked, attempting to get a conversation started.
"Sorry you had to see that," he said with a light chuckle. Yolanda had made herself comfortable on a bench, but Silas wanted sometning more. A brilliant idea struck him and he pulled out stacks of bills to create a makeshift throne. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of it, sending it to Slanie.
He sat down on his throne and grinned up at Yolanda. "How long have you worked here?" he asked, attempting to get a conversation started.
Camael had been too lost in her thoughts to notice the library and had passed it entirely. If it hadn't been for Abaddon's voice announcing their arrival, she would have continued walking forward. She backtracked with a small smile on her lips before looking over at the building. It certainly wasn't that amazing a place, especially compared to the Heavenly Library, but it looked good enough for human standards. "Lead the way," she said, straightening her clothes to appear more presentable.
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