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Azrael ([personal profile] manynames) wrote2019-09-07 08:05 pm

AZ CATCH ALL

PSLS AND MEME SHIT LETS GO
salutosinedelectat: Shocked, suprised, annoyed, angry (WELL I NEVER)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-09 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
As peaceful as the whole change might be - in fact, it kind of complements the whole aesthetic of the shop, he would definitely appreciate it had it not been very sudden and unnatural -, it startles him that it happens at all, of course. And the moving lights and growing shadows, and definitely the voice - that last one causes him to jump, quickly turning to try and find its origin.

Whatever is in here, it feels...angelic. Divine. Which, when most would think that would be comforting, it is very much the opposite. One could thank his history.

His back is pressed against the side of a shelf, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

Then he leans, looking between the shelves.

"Who are you?"
salutosinedelectat: Talking, nervous, scared (This is not going to work)

sorry for the wait!

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-19 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to be subtle when not only are you affecting your entire environment, the only other creature, and owner of the establishment, is a similarly ethereal being. And one that takes great care in maintaining his shop, of course.

The atmosphere changed the moment Aziraphale sensed something divine. Tension, confusion, which certainly don't change the moment he turns to look past the shelf and finds himself staring at Azrael, without a trace of familiarity or recognition.

But that's certainly an angel. A powerful one, as far as he can tell. But he looks entirely out of place, and he can't remember to ever have seen him. He would have heard about an angel this powerful, before he had ever been assigned to the gate.

So, he stares.

"....what--" He stumbles in his words, stops to try and gather himself. "I'm sorry, who exactly are you?"