golgothastimeless:

ghastlytrick:

i could… i could barely even feel the tug of him. or anything.

As ̴odd̸ a̴ś ̛it ̢so͡u̕nd͜s ͡i ͜c͟an ͟re̛l͜a͡te.͝ Tr͞ust ̶me͘.̸

T͜hey҉..͞.͟al̢wa͡y̸s̨ c̢ome̴ ̧ba̸ck.

…
thank you.

golgothastimeless:

ghastlytrick:

because he disappeared for several months with no explanation, or notice.

..̧.́ I ́ća̴n̷ te͘l͘l͝ y̸où ̕f҉r͘om ͝fir͢s҉th̨a͠nd͞ ͞expe̵rien͠c̕e ̛th͘at ̛th́at ̡d͟oes͢nt͝ mean ̵śomeone ͘i̛sn̕t͜ ̕rea͟l͠.̶

B̕ut i c̵an ͝u̴nḑers̶t͞an̕d̕ wh͘y͞ ̷you̵d ͢th͠ink s̀ǫ.

i could… i could barely even feel the tug of him. or anything.

golgothastimeless:

ghastlytrick:

i. he. i thought he was… not real. but he’s real.

..͜.t̀ha͘t͝ ̡tells ͠me͢ ̀a l͢ot.̕

̴How͝ c͘o҉u͜l̨d ͝yo̸u҉ not ͟kno̴w͠ ͡if h͘e̕ wa̕s ̶r̷eal?̢

because he disappeared for several months with no explanation, or notice.

golgothastimeless:

ghastlytrick:

m…ine. my angel.

.͜.̡.̶I̢ ͜sm͝e̡ll a͘ sto͠r̸y̸. Caré t̨o̢ e̡l̸a͜bor͘a̷t͠e?̧

i. he. i thought he was… not real. but he’s real.

golgothastimeless:

ghastlytrick:

i saw dave.

T̷h̡er̸e a̸r͟e ͝a̵ ͝lo͜t̵ of da̡v͞es̨. ͠Wh͠i̡ch͝ ̨on҉ȩ ͠in̛ p̕ar҉t͢icular̸?̡

m…ine. my angel.

i saw dave.

flyawayfreak:

ghastlytrick:

You put up your hands in a placating fashion, ears flicking down as you give a soft smile.

“Sorry, buddy. It’s me! Flesh and blood.”

Your wings flick out, then curl up. You’re generally fidgety, and you take the chance to look around.

Your eyes follow his around the room, shoulders maybe slouching in quiet embarrassment… Your room is definitely out-dated; you haven’t redecorated in a long time, and most of the furniture is quite old too. A metal-framed bed with the white beginning to peel off, cracked walls, old cobwebs hanging in corners and faded pale, blue paint on the walls.
It’s definitely a mess, but at least its yours.

“That’s okay,” You begin, clearing the nervous uneven tone from your voice. “I mean, yeah. Great to meet you in person dude!”
It’s sort of hard to ignore the voices from upstairs- of your mother, and your sisters. Because you, by no means, live alone.

“How are you, man?”

You don’t give any kind of condescending remark about his home. Like you said, you literally lived beneath a tree once. You do spare a glance at the cobwebs, and they disappear just as quickly as dew. A burned field in a different world gains few displaced webs. 

Your head inclines to the ceiling and old wariness comes back- but it’s okay. You’re alright here. “It’s nice to meet you too, TD. I like your feathers!” You offer an easy, wide smile, tails waving.

“I’m okay. It’s good to meet people again. Be around ‘em. Yanno?” Your voice almost has a simple Southern note to it- a testament to your ‘imaginary’ angels.

ghoulishtrickster:

ghastlytrick:

well, see… you’re not supposed to be both. just one.

why?

shouldn’t you be stronger because of how you are?

i’m also physically weaker, have less magic, and i’m nice.

ghoulishtrickster:

ghastlytrick:

basically, you get assigned to different stuff. i’m a trickster/incubus. (a fuck up.)

what’s wrong with being those?

well, see… you’re not supposed to be both. just one.