they argued my right to ascension

He was going to be late to his own arrangement.

Thursdays always had and always would be his evenings off, the Council seemingly determined to force him to take them despite his assurance he hardly needed them and while some part of him appreciated having at least a single night to himself- the rest of him remained assured it was an effort in frivolity. For once though, he supposed, he was actually putting his evening to some use- outside of merely lying on his couch and attempting to find something on television that didn't bore him, his usual routine when they refused to let him hunt. What he had not anticipated earlier in the evening however- was being bitten by a vampire, the twin wounds on the right side of his neck from Dareios' fangs had taken far longer then he anticipated to stop bleeding and longer still to clean up sufficiently enough as not look lot so alarming as they originally had. Fucking vampires. Why some humans actually sought them out he would never know, there was, he is sure, nothing even remotely pleasurable at the fangs of the leech biting into the side of his neck. He had been lucky tonight, more so then he truly cared to admit, the fangs having missed his carotid artery by a mere hair and yet that he had even made the mistake of allowing a vampire to get that close was....foolish. A mistake he hardly aimed to make again now that he was aware of that particular vampires powers in the least.

A veritable rush of speed sees the man try on several different shirts, attempting to find one that came even close to concealing the wound on his neck before finally being forced to accept the realization that he owned nothing with a collar nearly high enough for that. Typical. For a moment those golden eyes move to peer briefly back out of the window, the complete lack of any sunlight assuring him he was, as he anticipated, pressed for time and considering his need for his car tonight he could hardly run to the woman's apartment in an effort to make up any. It is several minutes later that sees the eternally youthful blonde descended the stairs near two at a time, having at last managed to change into perhaps the most casual outfit he had worn to date, little more then jeans and a dark shirt and a black jacket, the bare minimum of weapons concealed beneath it- the man hardly foolish enough to go out unarmed and yet for tonight at least he had managed to strip down from his usual arsenal.

It is hardly a long drive to Seraphina's, Azrael little more then three minutes late by the time he arrived and yet late was late all the same, the man content to mutter about vampires for the better part of the short walk to her door, arms folding smoothly across his chest after ringing the doorbell to wait for the woman to appear. It had been years, far more then he truly cared to remember, since he had invited a woman to do anything that did not involve a hunt of some kind. Azrael refusing to admit that some part of himself remained almost...anxious over the evening ahead and yet why he hardly knew. He had accepted Seraphina as a friend in the very least, assured that such a title was the least morally corrupt label he could assign them and as such he had, mostly, made his peace with such a thing. The council could hardly be upset with him for having friends, even if this particular one he had kissed- more than once. Truly he needed to stop doing that and yet to say he hadn't enjoyed it would another lie all the same, one hand reaching up to run through his hair absentmindedly, allowing that myriad of thoughts to turn with himself, so thoroughly distracted by them he near failed to notice the appearance of the woman herself. His golden gaze moves lightly across her form, momentarily appreciating it all the same, the barest quirk of his lip clearly offering some indication of pleasure at her appearance before his eyes return to her own, the smallest of frowns markings his features now.

"I said not to wear anything nice, that still looks at least a little nice. It's going to get dirty."

Well- it was something of a compliment all the same, the man offering no further indication of just where he was taking her that required bad clothing that was assured to get dirty.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread