copperbadge:

ironfries:

the return of the ANGELDEMON AU huhUAE!!! V:

aggressive steve! makeouts! wingkink! horns that glow brighter the happier+hornier tony is!

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GDI MARR

Tonoth’s horns were glowing happily, bright gold at the tips with the lust-red underlight that only Steriel ever got to see (at least, these days) when Steriel rolled out of the bed and spread his wings, stretching arms and wings together, thick shoulder muscles bunching. The blue glow he gave off – stronger at times like these, fiercest when he was most joyful – dimmed a little as he stood, walking to the window that overlooked New York. Steriel’s garrison was stationed here, had been since the first Christian settlement, but Tonoth hadn’t built a den here until the fifties. They hadn’t met, directly, until 1964. Barely a breath, as time went for the Heavenly (and Hellish) host, but long enough.

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