[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
Sigh!
Chatter~ Chatter~ Chatter~
I eyed the tired Gabriel, Selene, and a very reluctant Zera sitting together on the large couch, nonstop muttering amongst themselves. In contrast, I sat in a very awkward silence with Azrael—who was looking at me with a single blink.
"I-I'm... sorry for my words—" I looked at him with a wince, the words coming out before I even realised what I was apologising for.
Azrael tilted his head slightly, his silver eyes blinking once—slowly. That was all. The Archangel of Death, my... current houseguest, didn't need words to make me uncomfortable. The silence he exuded was enough to crush a man's confidence.
"No need," he finally said, his voice as calm and soft as a closing casket. "You were merely...reacting to my... threat to your precious person?"
