hush now, darling | azrael's intro

Rose Garden was merry even in the coming of the rain. Conversation rebounded left from right, flooding into the fall with a steadiness of comforting assembly. Yet even in the presence of so much activity, Azrael could not help but feel a tinge of worry approach him as the coolness of the storm did. It was a bothersome feeling that battled with the equally roused excitement. After all there had been no point in protesting with the change, when it had been his beginning.

Azrael had to make his parents appeased with what they had started.

Even if it meant facing reality with a calling that was false, or tormenting strangers that did not deserve so. The exceed was to far from such understandings, that despite his appearance, he could have been comparable to that of a child. Time was warped into that of an illusion, unable to be grasped clearly in the blur of his parents love. When the city had seemed all the more familiar, he found just as quickly that his restless thrill was a reminder for the unknown.

Hesitation left long strands dampened by the rain, eventually did he amble within the edge of the avenue. The corner of the street where the Silver Moon inn resided was contrast to the dullness of the outside. Shades that matched the warmth coiled around him like that of an embrace. Where the light had endeavored to peer through the storm, it soaked into the space where gentle voices crept through the booths.

"What was it called again?" he thought aloud, not audible enough that it could have proved obnoxious, "Nice... no, no— it was cute... or adorable rather," stepping further, the distance was dwindling from the bar, "Someone has nice taste." his curiosity for drinks had just briefly taken the aim of his task elsewhere. Azrael was starting to forget why he had come here with the buzz to meet new faces gradually dawning over him. Maybe he'd pay just a bit more heed for the matter if the question had been poised.

"...What is your favourite drink?" Azrael started, lurching into the nearest seat from the woman, "I'll have whatever you find good— darling~" extending the last bit, the tone that slipped from his lips was whimsical and daring. He certainly did not tease those based on appearance. In his eyes, the majority of those that either strongly held human nature, or used the flesh of deceit as something for a veil were all the same. Then again his curiosity still heavily outweighed the rest of them. Mortals were both fickle and interesting.

He tucked a few strands of raven from his features, the pair of lush pools baring into her as though they were more intrusive than his words. "Now that you've reminded me, I am here for something else besides just having a drink." Azrael glanced left from right, as though the matter were crucial to his previous jest. Broad arms pressed into the surface of the counter, the smooth wooden texture making it easy for his lanky frame to move just slightly forward. "This is where Black Rose is... correct?" the smile was as soft as the voice, then again it had grasped another more foul intent, "I'd love to add another flower to the group." he said, in reference to the floral markings that had visibly stretched across his flesh. Whether it had deliberately been done, he truly did not mind. This form was just a fake after all, as much as he preferred it over the other. Not that they would ever know his feeble state.

Azrael's eyes twinkled with elation as the drink slid across the surface. His fingers curled against the cool glass, jerking the liquid into a gentle circular motion before bringing it to his lips. The taste was fruity, sourness reminding him of the vodka that was mixed within. It was the buzz of such intensity that truly tasted good— in fact there was hardly anything distasteful about the drink. He couldn't mind simplicity when in truth, the man had never deluged himself in alcohol. This fresh city life was just the beginning of his bashful adventures.

He let a heavy sigh follow close to the retreating glass. In spite of its exaggeration, it was not something of negativity with the still bound smile curled against his pale features. "Simple isn't so bad." Azrael said, captivating eyes observing the structure that rested in-between his slender hands. "If you like simple tastes, you must be a straightforward woman." not that he minded the less complicated, though it was those that proved vexing in the lengthy game of his tease— as the most fun.

"Are you just the welcoming committee, darling?" his sharp gaze raised towards the brunette, hovering the drink just before his quirked lips, "Or is there someone else I need to speak with before I can join?" Azrael was just hoping that was the case. If he had the pleasure of encountering his true reason for being here, maybe it would all make sense. In the present he couldn't quite understand the fascination behind this particular individual. Like the moth that fluttered towards the flame, his instinct to play with the city around him was more appealing than keeping a watch on some tailless tanuki.