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Shit.
Azrael has spent a week fighting off a nasty desire to hurt something. Every time he closes his eyes, visions appear. Nightmares. Memories. It's all the same to him.
Fuck.
Every nerve is still firing, strung through with tension. He's tried to be himself the past few days, but it's not working. He drifts in and out, trying to laugh. Smile. Be the happy demon in love. But it's all falling apart.
Damn.
It had started with a conversation. Simple enough. And then it got Serious. Dark. Azrael could have handled that, and did. Except he felt...something. He refuses to call it compassion. Refuses to define it. He's been trying to pretend it didn't even happen, because having compassion, feeling, is the surest route to insanity. But he's having no luck.
Fucking Hell God DAMN it.
And then the Sorcerer had opened up some sort of connection between the two of them, had poured emotion into Azrael. It was uncomfortable, progressing quickly to pain, then anguish. The fa
Shit.
Azrael has spent a week fighting off a nasty desire to hurt something. Every time he closes his eyes, visions appear. Nightmares. Memories. It's all the same to him.
Fuck.
Every nerve is still firing, strung through with tension. He's tried to be himself the past few days, but it's not working. He drifts in and out, trying to laugh. Smile. Be the happy demon in love. But it's all falling apart.
Damn.
It had started with a conversation. Simple enough. And then it got Serious. Dark. Azrael could have handled that, and did. Except he felt...something. He refuses to call it compassion. Refuses to define it. He's been trying to pretend it didn't even happen, because having compassion, feeling, is the surest route to insanity. But he's having no luck.
Fucking Hell God DAMN it.
And then the Sorcerer had opened up some sort of connection between the two of them, had poured emotion into Azrael. It was uncomfortable, progressing quickly to pain, then anguish. The fa