Wolf Play : The Contract | Salem x angxl

Enhanced Speed/Agility/Strength. Sable possesses enhanced physical attributes, including strength, speed, and agility, which exceed those of a regular human. However, he intentionally tones down these abilities to blend in with his coworkers and avoid drawing attention to his supernatural nature.

Regeneration. Sable has the ability to heal from wounds at an accelerated rate, allowing him to recover from injuries more quickly than a normal human. This power aids him in combat situations and ensures his continued survival.

Fear Induction. Sable can instill fear in his opponents, causing them to hesitate or falter in their actions. He typically uses this ability during verbal confrontations or psychological battles, leveraging fear as a tool to assert dominance and control.

Summoning. While Sable possesses the ability to summon demonic entities or creatures, he rarely utilizes this power. He prefers to rely on his own strength and cunning rather than summoning external forces to aid him in battle.

Soul Manipulation. Sable can manipulate the souls of others, using this power to subdue the spirit inside a human vessel, allowing him to take control. He may also use soul manipulation to siphon the life force from another person to bolster his own strength. However, he exercises caution with this ability, as it carries significant risks and consequences.

Accent

American

Languages Spoken

English, French, Latin, Russian

Native Language

English + French (raised learning both at the same time)

Phobias

Angelophobia, Demonophobia, Limnophobia, Arachibutyrophobia, Anatidaephobia

MBTI

ENTJ

Alignment

Chaotic Evil

Religion

Egoism. Despite being surrounded by powerful and high-ranking demons in Hell, Sable's narcissism and inflated sense of self-worth lead him to believe that he is superior to all others, akin to a god among demons.

Appearance

Sable's appearance is a striking blend of darkness and allure, with features that command attention and intrigue. His short black hair, adorned with white highlights, cascades in fluffy, wavy strands that frame his face and add to his enigmatic aura. Despite the natural appeal of his hair, it's kept short enough that the longest strands barely graze his eyes, adding to his mysterious demeanor.

His skin, falling under the category of normal sensitivity, carries a pale complexion that contrasts sharply with the darkness of his hair and eyes. However, in the presence of humans on Earth, Sable manipulates his skin tone to appear tan or sun-kissed, ensuring that he blends seamlessly into his surroundings.

Sable's eyes, perhaps his most captivating feature, are pure black orbs devoid of any discernible pupils. Though hidden behind forest green contacts in the human world, their otherworldly depth remains unmistakable to those who can perceive beyond the surface.

Standing tall at 6'1" to almost 6'2", Sable possesses a commanding presence that demands attention. His muscular build, a result of disciplined training in his free time, further adds to his imposing stature and physical prowess.

Despite his impressive physique, Sable bears a few scars, reminders of past encounters where he inhabited human vessels only to be forcibly expelled through exorcism. Lacking tattoos, each scar on his body holds significant meaning, serving as a testament to the trials he has faced and the battles he has endured.

Completing his captivating appearance are his medium-sized black feathery wings, reminiscent of a seraphim's, and his black horns with subtle hints of red gradient. These imperially curved horns, resembling a crown atop his head, remain hidden from human sight but are visible to those with the perception to see beyond the mundane.

Backstory

Sable's backstory is one shrouded in darkness and ambition, shaped by his upbringing in the infernal depths of Hell. Born without siblings, he was raised among a group of demons where survival meant competing against others from a young age. In this cutthroat environment, where strength and cunning were valued above all else, Sable was trained rather than nurtured, honing his skills and abilities through relentless competition.

As he matured, Sable's desire for power and dominance grew, fueled by a burning ambition to ascend to the lofty heights of Heaven. However, realizing the formidable barriers that stood between him and the celestial realm, he settled for a different path to exert his influence—by possessing humans.

At the tender age of 15, deemed fit to enter the mortal world, Sable embarked on his journey of possession. It was a means to an end, a stepping stone towards his ultimate goal of attaining power and control. Over the years, he honed his abilities, perfecting the art of infiltration and manipulation to bend humans to his will.

Now, at the age of 23, Sable finds himself inhabiting his current body, having taken possession of it two years prior. He is driven by a relentless thirst for power, vying for dominance wherever he can find it and reveling in the suffering of others. Despite his aspirations, he has never come close to the gates of Heaven, thwarted at every turn by the forces that seek to oppose him.

Throughout his tumultuous journey, Sable has encountered countless demons and exorcists who have sought to thwart his ambitions and bring about his downfall. Yet, with each confrontation, he emerges stronger and more determined than ever, his unwavering resolve fueling his insatiable hunger for power and control. And though he refuses to divulge more of his story, the echoes of his past resonate in every shadowy corner of his existence.

Likes

Suffering of Others. As a demon, Sable derives pleasure and satisfaction from the suffering and pain of others. This sadistic tendency reflects his inherently malevolent nature and serves to reaffirm his dominance and power over those around him. Witnessing the anguish of others feeds his dark desires and provides him with a sense of control and superiority.

Spice. Sable harbors a particular affinity for extremely spicy foods, such as dishes made with Pepper X or other fiery ingredients. This preference may stem from a desire to experience intense sensations and push the limits of his own tolerance. Sable finds pleasure in the fiery heat and adrenaline rush that comes from consuming such spicy foods, relishing the challenge they pose to his palate and his senses. Additionally, the intense flavors and sensations of spicy foods provide Sable with a thrill and excitement that mirrors the intensity of his demonic nature, further fueling his enjoyment of these culinary delights.

Angels. Despite being a demon, Sable holds a fascination with angels, the celestial beings who reside in Heaven. This interest may stem from a desire to understand and potentially rival these powerful entities, as well as a curiosity about the divine realm and its inhabitants. Sable's fascination with angels may also be fueled by a sense of rivalry or envy, as he seeks to assert his own superiority over celestial beings.

Vanilla. Sable has a preference for the flavor of vanilla, finding its subtle sweetness and comforting aroma appealing. Vanilla's delicate and understated flavor resonates with Sable's refined palate, offering a sense of familiarity and comfort amidst the chaos of his existence. Additionally, vanilla's versatility allows Sable to enjoy it in various culinary creations, from cakes to pastries, further enhancing his enjoyment of this beloved flavor.

Cakes. Sable enjoys indulging in cakes, particularly those with decadent flavors and rich textures. His appreciation for cakes may stem from their association with indulgence, pleasure, and sensory gratification. Moreover, cakes offer Sable a temporary respite from the darkness and chaos of his existence, allowing him to momentarily savor the sweetness of life amidst the turmoil of his demonic nature.

Dislikes

Angels. Despite his fascination with angels, Sable harbors a deep-seated resentment and hatred towards them. This animosity may stem from feelings of envy, as he covets their divine status and purity while grappling with his own demonic nature. Additionally, angels represent a formidable obstacle to Sable's ambitions, serving as guardians of the celestial realm and defenders of humanity against the forces of darkness. Sable's hatred towards angels fuels his desire to undermine and overcome them, driving him to assert his dominance and prove his superiority.

Bland Food. Sable detests bland and uninspired cuisine, finding it dull and unsatisfying to his refined palate. As a demon accustomed to indulging in rich and decadent flavors, he craves sensory stimulation and excitement in his meals. Bland food fails to excite his senses or evoke any pleasure, leaving him feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled. Sable prefers dishes that are bold, flavorful, and daring, reflecting his penchant for intensity and excitement in all aspects of his existence.

Idiots. Sable has little patience for individuals whom he perceives as intellectually inferior or incompetent. He views stupidity as a weakness and a hindrance to his own ambitions, as it undermines his ability to manipulate and control those around him. Sable prides himself on his cunning and intellect, and he expects others to demonstrate a similar level of intelligence and resourcefulness. Individuals whom he deems as idiots are met with disdain and contempt, as they represent an obstacle to his goals and aspirations.

Rough Textures. Sable dislikes rough textures, finding them unpleasant and discomforting to his sensitive demon skin. As a creature accustomed to luxury and indulgence, he prefers surfaces that are smooth, soft, and tactilely pleasing. Rough textures evoke sensations of discomfort and irritation in Sable, disrupting his sense of comfort and well-being. He gravitates towards fabrics and materials that are gentle on his skin, avoiding anything that feels abrasive or harsh.

Gold. Sable harbors a distaste for the color gold, finding it garish and ostentatious. As a demon drawn to darkness and shadow, he associates gold with notions of purity, divinity, and righteousness—qualities that stand in stark contrast to his own malevolent nature. The brightness and brilliance of gold offend Sable's sensibilities, symbolizing everything he resents and opposes. He prefers colors that are darker and more subdued, reflecting his affinity for the shadows and his embrace of the darker aspects of existence.

Strengths

Cunning. Sable possesses keen intellect and strategic acumen, allowing him to analyze situations effectively and devise clever plans to achieve his goals.

Charisma. Sable has a charismatic demeanor and persuasive communication skills, enabling him to influence and manipulate others to his advantage.

Combat Prowess. Sable is proficient in hand-to-hand combat and armed combat techniques, capable of defending himself and engaging in physical confrontations with skill and precision.

Agility & Speed. Sable exhibits impressive agility and speed, allowing him to navigate his environment with grace and react swiftly to threats or opportunities.

Self Confidence. Sable possesses a strong sense of self-confidence and self-assurance, allowing him to trust in his abilities and remain steadfast in the face of challenges or criticism.

Determination. Sable is fiercely determined and driven, possessing unwavering commitment to his objectives and the willpower to overcome obstacles standing in his way.

Weaknesses

Arrogance. Sable's confidence in his abilities may sometimes border on arrogance, leading him to underestimate his opponents or overlook potential risks.

Lack of Empathy. Sable's demonic nature may inhibit his ability to empathize with others, making it difficult for him to understand or connect with their emotions and experiences.

Limited Healing. While Sable may possess some degree of regeneration or resilience, his ability to heal from injuries may be slower or less effective than that of other supernatural beings.

Pride. Sable's pride may prevent him from seeking help or admitting when he is struggling, leading him to stubbornly persist in difficult situations rather than reaching out for support.

Vulnerability to Emotional Manipulation. Sable's lack of empathy and emotional intelligence may make him susceptible to manipulation by others who exploit his weaknesses or vulnerabilities for their own gain.

Personality Traits

Charismatic. Sable possesses a magnetic charm and charisma that draws others to him, making him an engaging and persuasive communicator.

Intelligent. Sable is highly intelligent and analytical, capable of quickly understanding complex concepts and solving problems with creativity and ingenuity.

Resilient. Sable demonstrates emotional resilience and fortitude, able to bounce back from setbacks and adversity with determination and strength of character.

Resourceful. Sable is resourceful and adaptable, able to think on his feet and find innovative solutions to challenges or obstacles.

Ambitious. Sable is driven by a strong sense of ambition and desire for success, motivating him to pursue his goals with relentless determination and perseverance.

Manipulative. Sable can be manipulative and deceitful, using charm and persuasion to achieve his own ends without regard for the well-being of others.

Arrogant. Sable's confidence in his abilities may sometimes border on arrogance, leading him to underestimate others and dismiss their perspectives or opinions.

Self Centered. Sable can be self-centered and narcissistic, prioritizing his own needs and desires above those of others and showing little empathy or consideration for their feelings.

Impulsive. Sable's impulsive nature can lead him to act rashly or without fully considering the consequences of his actions, putting himself and others at risk.

Ruthless. Sable can be ruthless and merciless in pursuit of his goals, willing to sacrifice or manipulate others to achieve his ambitions without remorse or regret.

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"You know what lights on fire? Weaklings."

Voice Claim: Matthew Mercer

Edited at May 5, 2024 07:15 AM by Salem

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ʚ Name : Simon Parker
ʚ Preferred name : Simon
ʚ Nickname : Si
ʚ Gender : Male
ʚ Gender expression : Masculine
ʚ Pronouns : He/him
ʚ Sexuality : Polyamorous, pansexual
ʚ Species : Human

ʚ Age : 22
ʚ Birthday : 18-09-2002
ʚ Zodiac : Virgo
ʚ Birthplace : Heaven?
ʚ Ethnicity / nationality : Celestial?? European
ʚ Currently lives : UK
ʚ Languages spoken : English, French, German, Spanish
ʚ Native language : English
ʚ Accent : Cockney accent

ʚ Immediate family : Siblings
ʚ Distant family : Unknown
ʚ Parent's names : Maria (Thompson) Parker [passed], Rick Parker, Elizabeth Richards [caregiver, mother figure]
ʚ In contact with parents ? Y / N ; Mother passed away when Simon was 13 years old due to cancer, and Simon’s father left long before that, not once contacting Simon, his siblings, or his mother.
ʚ No. of siblings : 2, one younger sister (15) and one younger brother (18)
ʚ Sibling's names : Nara Parker and Riley Parker
ʚ Relationship with siblings : Simon basically took over the parental role for his siblings, pretty much becoming their father after their mother died. They had no known relatives, so they all went to foster care. The three of them were extremely close, being the only family they had in the world.
ʚ Pets : Simon had a cat and a fish when he was younger, but the fish died when he was 6 and the cat died just after his mother did.

ʚ Special abilities ? Y / N
Describe : He can fly with his wings, he can also hide his wings and halo, although he can't fly when they're hidden.

ʚ Appearance : Simon has dark brown hair, cropped short against his head to keep it out of his face while he’s working. It’s thick and straight, and seems to grow faster than he can keep it trimmed neatly, which is a pain in his backside, although he manages somewhat fine. His skin is a light colour; he’s quite pale compared to the rest of his family, which is a stark contrast to his dark hair. He has a complexion between type 2 and 3, sometimes burning and sometimes tanning depending on how much time he spends in the sun. Although, seeing how pale he is, most would quickly realise he burns more than he tans. He has freckles brushing over his nose, under his eyes and over his shoulders, and his eyes are a deep blue colour with yellow flecks in the centre around his pupils like little sunbursts. His face shape is somewhere between an oblong and an oval shape, and he has a bit of stubble on his face but typically keeps himself clean-shaven. He’s quite well-built, his job ensuring he’s fit and strong. He has clearly defined muscles, especially on his upper half like his chest, abdomen and arms, and his jawline and cheekbones are quite defined as well. He’s around 6’2” (189 cm) and weighs about 100 kg (220 lbs) or so. He has huge, white, feathery wings and a golden halo that hovers just over his head, the halo being slightly wonky to give him an air of confusion and clumsiness although he never seems to mind it.

ʚ Distinguishing features ( tattoos, birthmarks, piercings ) : Simon has a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, lots of different designs intricately woven together. He has earlobe piercings and used to have helix piercings but had to let them close up when he joined the military since he didn’t want to risk getting it caught on anything and being ripped out. He has a birthmark on the nape of his neck, and a tattoo going down his spine and around his hips to dip just below his V line.

ʚ Blood type : O-
ʚ Health : Healthy
ʚ Energy : Typically feels mentally and physically exhausted from his job but pushes through
ʚ Memory : He has a very good short-term memory, but sometimes struggles to remember things from long ago, even if they’re important
ʚ Physical disabilities : N / A
ʚ Phobias : Small spaces, the dark, death
ʚ Addictions : N / A
ʚ Smoker ? : Y / N ; He smokes quite often, enjoying the dull buzz he gets from it at the time
ʚ Drinker ? : Y / N ; Just like smoking, he drinks sometimes, enjoying whiskey and finer liquors

ʚ Personality : Simon is typically quiet and reserved, often seen as cold and aloof. He doesn’t talk to many of his coworkers unless he has to, and when he does it’s usually in short sentences at most. He tries not to get attached to people, focusing on his work and doing the best he can so he can provide for his siblings. However, not that he would ever admit it, but he gets attached to people very easily, needing the comfort and emotional support from friends despite desperately wanting to NOT need those things. He doesn’t think a lot about himself, he thinks more about his siblings. For this reason, if you asked what his favourite animal, for example, is, he would likely say something ‘basic’ like a cat, but if you asked him what his little sister’s favourite answer was, he would be able to tell you every single favourite animal she’s ever had. He spends a lot of time by himself, either in his barracks or outside smoking. He enjoys the calmness from it. Occasionally he’ll “hesitantly” let himself be dragged to the bar with some of the soldiers he works with, but in reality he’s only pretending he doesn’t want to go. If someone else is shouting, who is he to decline? He never seems to have a lot of motivation to do anything, he seems to just do things because he’s told to, which is true in part. He somewhat enjoys just doing what he’s told, not having to think about it too hard, but he will still stand up for himself or others if what’s being asked of them is unfair. When he and his siblings were in foster care, he would fight fiercely for his siblings if he didn’t like how their foster parents were treating them, even if it resulted in Simon being hurt. He was, and still is, an extremely spirited person with a strong will, however he knows now that it’s best to keep his head down and stay off the radar if he doesn’t want to be punished. Because of his tendency to not let himself have any friends in his work, he’s rather socially awkward, and he isn’t very good with understanding or using tones. He often speaks with a gruff or harsh voice, even when he doesn’t mean to, and this puts people off even when he wants to talk to someone. He often has trouble identifying and naming the emotions he’s feeling, probably because he basically had to become a father at 14 and didn’t learn how to handle his emotions. Now, whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed or feeling angry, upset, sad, etc, he just says he’s “feeling big feelings” but he can’t specify what those “big feelings” are. He also doesn't really care about his status as an angel. In his opinion, if he was raised as a human, then that's what he is. If whoever gave him away when he was a baby wanted him to be an angel, they should've kept him. Simple as that. However, he does appreciate the ability to fly.

ʚ MBTI : ISTP
ʚ Enneagram : 2w1
ʚ Alignment : Lawful Neutral

ʚ Strengths : Strong-willed, determined, high pain tolerance, spirited, he has very good hearing and eyesight, (usually) good at keeping calm and regulating his emotions, hardworking, disciplined, organised,
ʚ Weaknesses : Sometimes short-tempered, socially awkward, sceptical of the trustworthiness of others, demanding, intolerant to whatever he deems stupidity, ignorance and arrogance, even if the other person is being genuine, he can become impatient quite quickly, he often can’t name what he’s feeling
ʚ Habits : He bites his nails a lot, he tends to bounce his knee up and down or tap/drum his fingers on tables or hard surfaces lots, especially when he’s nervous, he paces when he’s upset, frustrated, or feeling any kind of big feeling
ʚ Soft spot : His siblings for sure, and also cats. He loves cats and can’t help but stop and pet any cats he sees in the streets

ʚ Likes : His job, reading (although he was never very good at English or any kind of writing or reading and he never got to have a tutor so he's pretty much almost illiterate), his siblings, animals (cats in particular), thunderstorms, being early to events and places, wind, anything space-related, being outside, rain, snow, insects (he absolutely had a jar of snails and rolly-polly bugs as a child), piercings, tattoos, baking and cooking

ʚ Dislikes : planes and flying, disgustingly hot and humid days, hail, driving long distances, small spaces (especially small, DARK spaces), waking up late, being late to events and places, annoying sounds like chewing and clocks ticking, overly touchy people (or so he says, he’s a sucker for cuddles)

ʚ Favourites :
Colour - Red
Animal - Cat
Number - 13
Place - France
Landmark - Eiffel Tower
Flavour - Chocolate
Scent - Vanilla
Food - Pancakes (the ones his mom made)
Drink - Hot chocolate
Genre - Horror
Book - N / A
Movie - Friday the 13th
Band/Artist - N / A
Song - N / A
Subject - Physical Education

ʚ Relationship status : Single

ʚ Occupation : Army soldier
ʚ Degree / s : N / A
ʚ University : N / A
ʚ High school : Dropped out at 17 to join the military
ʚ Rank in workplace : Staff sergeant
ʚ IQ : 103

ʚ Religion : Atheist. Despite being a literal angel, he was raised as a human and doesn't really care much for where he originally came from
ʚ Motivation : To keep his family safe, happy, and well-looked after
ʚ Priorities : Looking after his siblings and making sure they’re safe
ʚ Superstitions : Jinxes, touching wood will unjinx something, ghosts
ʚ Main goal : To keep his family safe
ʚ Minor goals : To save up for a nice house by a lake, somewhere he can relax and rest after his time in the military

ʚ Backstory : Simon grew up poor after being cast down to Earth from heaven, having only his single mother to provide for him and his siblings after his father left without a single word. His father never reached out to any of them; not to Simon, not to his mother, not to his siblings. At 9, he had a part time job as a paperboy delivering papers around the neighbourhood to try and earn some cash for his family when he found out his mother had cancer. She was in and out of hospitals for a couple of years before finally becoming too sick and weak to stay out of a hospital to look after her kids, so she stayed at the hospital until her death when Simon was 13. He discovered that he was an angel after this, and quickly got the hang of learning to hide his wings and halo. After his mother passed, he took on two full time jobs as well as going to school so he could pay for himself and his siblings. Simon took on the role of his sibling’s father until the three of them ended up going to foster care when Simon was 14. Simon dropped out of high school at 16 to work full time, working up to 90 hours a week at as many jobs as he could so that he could save up for a tiny apartment. He and his siblings ended up running away from an abus!ve foster home and Simon managed to rent a two-bedroom apartment from a kind woman, where Simon’s siblings ended up staying when he later enlisted in the military. While he was staying in the apartment, he slept in the living room with the woman’s cat, which was where he developed his love for cats, while his siblings slept in the free bedroom. Once Simon was 18, he enlisted in the military and gained legal guardianship over his siblings. His siblings stayed in the apartment, living with the kind woman, Elizabeth, who had basically become their mother while Simon was away.

ʚ Other : He has a habit of curling his wings around him like a cocoon or a blanket when he's upset, his social battery's run out, or he just wants to be left alone. He sits there, still as a rock with his head tucked down under his wings. Or he'll do the same when it's cold at night; the soft downy feathers providing a layer of warmth nothing else will.

Edited at May 5, 2024 08:23 PM by angxl_pack

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May 5, 2024 08:15 PM

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Sable woke up long before sunrise, the moon still visible up in the sky. Sable didn't need much sleep as a demon himself, but his body did require it. He averaged about four hours of sleep, and this wasn't exactly all simultaneously. It was quite spread out over the night, though today seemed to be different. He had ended up having his body pass out on him and waking up five hours later.

Luckily there wasn't much reason to fear because nobody else was around and nobody needed him for a while. He was still quite angered by his body failing him, and at himself for maybe not taking care of it as much as he needed to aside for the basic requirements.

Sable lived off base, and in a small apartment building. He chose this option because he just generally disliked being around the other army members and would rather be without them for as a long as possible. And secondly, he didn't want to be near that damned angel.

Sable had to work with him every so often and always felt super drained from every encounter. It was odd. Sable had fought angels before in the past, and nothing like this ever happened. It seemed as if this angel had changed a bit due to being around humans for too long or.. something. He couldn't tell and didn't intend to dwell on it for more than a few seconds. All he knew was that he didn't like the guy.

As Sable went about his small apartment and had his routine shower, his thoughts were invaded yet again by the angel. He could tell, he knew the angel was an angel but he never seemed to act like one. Angels always thought they were better than others in every way you could possibly think of but this one, this one acted like the humans. It annoyed Sable. He always knew angels to be one thing and now it was pretending to be something it's not?

Had the angel been here too long, socialized with the humans long enough to be.. fallen? That could be the answer. It didn't seem right because fallen angels were like demons, doing their best to climb to the top and get back to heaven. The personality of the angel was different as well. Sable tried to shake the thoughts away but this was something that just kept popping up and he couldn't get rid of it as much as he tried.

He got dressed up in his usual attire that was required of him, and took a quick breakfast. He quickly toasted a slice of bread, fried an egg and flopped the egg on top of the toast. He ate it just like that and it seemed to vanish in the span of a minute. He left his apartment, checking it over and making sure the door was securely locked before he left. Couldn't have anyone know about his secrets after all.

He made his way down the street and back to the base. The walk was a bit colder than usual for the weather forecast supposedly being super hot. It was just after summer break for most schools but Sable never took breaks. He finally ended up walking down the dull hallway and into the meeting room he was assigned to be in while he spoke with that damned angel. The chair squeaked in a high pitched screech as he pulled it back and sat on it, looking at the door and waiting.

Sable was early, by a whole twenty minutes. This was unintentional of course, but it did look good so he didn't mind. He just hoped the angel showed up right on time rather than make him wait longer. 'That would be worse than hell' Sable mentally facepalmed, at his own terrible pun.

Edited at May 5, 2024 08:16 PM by Salem

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May 5, 2024 08:47 PM

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The chilly morning air itself was enough to wake Simon, not even needing his alarm to blare in his ears for an obnoxious amount of time before he had the strength and energy to slam a fist on the top of the stupid thing to shut it up. He sat up in bed, which was really just the sofa of their little two-bedroom, shared apartment, and stared at the time; 5:53am. He wondered if he time for a quick nap before the alarm actually went off. In the end, he decided probably not, it was only 7 minutes after all. So, he heaved himself up and trudged through his morning routine, trying to ignore the deep, dark circles etched under his eyes whenever he accidentally made eye contact with himself in a mirror.

He rarely bothered with breakfast, but today he decided it would be best to at least something in his stomach, especially with having to sit through a meeting with his Lieutenant, Sable, first thing in the morning at 7:30am. After throwing a measly piece of raisin toast into the toaster and brewing a cup of coffee, he spotted a little shadow out of the corner of his eye. With a sof sigh, he set the coffee mug down behind him on the countertop and turned to face whoever was standing there. However, he didn't even need to see them to know it was his little sister. She was probably upset that he was leaving, as she was every morning. And every night. And every time he came home for lunch.

He didn't need to explain himself this morning though, she just wanted a hug goodbye before going back to bed for a little while before school. He obliged, picking her up and setting her on his hip as he moved about the kitchen to fix up his breakfast; honey on the raisin toast he had just put in the toaster. By the time he was done eating, she was already fast asleep again, so he just silently took her back into her's and her brother's room to tuck her back in before leaving.

He made sure to do a quick check of the whole apartment, locking doors and windows that should've been locked the night prior, then grabbed his bag, slipped on the plain black balaclava and his leather gloves he always wore, and headed out the door. The walk was less than two minutes, minus all the fussing of getting IDs to be let onto base, but all in all, he was still five minutes early when he arrived to the meeting room he was supposed to be at. He was somewhat surprised to see the Lieutenant, Sable, already there but he didn't comment on it, deciding the other man likely just preferred to be early to meetings. Really early, it seemed.

"Morning," Simon said in a gruff, somewhat sleepy voice as he carefully shut the door behind him. He put his bag down just under the table and took a moment to look Sable up and down before sticking a hand out for the other man to shake. The pair of them had only really worked together a couple of times, and despite seeing each other on base many times, neither of them seemed particularly fond of the idea of conversing out of work hours, or even in work hours. Simon didn't bother taking his balaclava off, either. The garment was good against the cold, why should he take it off if it's keeping him warm? Besides, most of the soldiers around here knew his preferences for staying anonymous, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Edited at May 5, 2024 08:47 PM by angxl_pack

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'Finally he arrives.' Sable commented. He had been just checking the time when the angel entered the room. Thankfully he hadn't waited that long and they could save a bit of time. It was a bit sad though, that Sable wouldn't be able to tell himself that he could take more time to eat next time he had a meeting with this guy.

"Morning," Sable replied. He didn't have a friendly tone nor a tone that seemed angry. He sounded oddly as if he was just bored or really no emotion in his voice yet this changed to a very all business tone when he spoke again. "I assume you know what we're here to talk about?"

Sable returned the handshake by reaching out and firmly grabbing the other dudes hand. Sable had no expression on his face but internally he was judging the balaclava. He really had been around humans for too long, hadn't he? Mentally he sighed. This didn't happen last time they had met but maybe this guy was getting a bit too comfortable around him, or uncomfortable. Whichever came first.

"We heard there were some issues with your unit, and you haven't been taking care of those issues. At least, not on time. Do you have any excuses?" Sable couldn't stop himself from staring the guy down. He couldn't help but wonder why the guy was wearing a mask. Did he have scars, a burn, did something happen last time to dramatically change his face? Or was he just trying to be popular and maybe get a girl by wearing a mask? Surely nobody was that dumb.

"That mask doesn't suit you, why don't you take it off?" Sable huffed. It sounded much more like a command than a regular comment, and it also came off a little.. intense and aggressive. He wasn't trying as hard to keep himself hidden from the angel like he was around humans because the angel would be able to see his wings and horns, and unusual eye colour so there was no point. He didn't even try to hide his voice form the guy, but he did add a bit more emtoion to it.

Sable leaned back in his chair, sitting as if it was a very comfortable couch. He had his left leg over his right leg and arms resting on the table gently. He was of course, still staring down the angel.

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Simon sat down opposite Sable, fidgeting with the fingertips of his gloves. Shaking the Lieutenant's hand had felt... off. Like, his hand was really hot or something and it burned him. However, he took not notice of it and just decided to get this meeting over with. He knew why he was here, Sable was going to tell him all the same crap he'd heard a hundred times over. Well, it wasn't crap. Simon knew it was important to keep his team in check, and he'd been failing miserably. So he just drew in a sharp breath and nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair slightly, away from the table.

"Yes, sir. I'm aware. I... don't have any excuses. I've been getting sloppy and that's on me. It's not fair to my team that I'm not performing my duties as their sergeant correctly." Simon's voice was almost flat, like he was trying to figure out the right tone while he was actually speaking, rather than figuring it out beforehand. "I apologise to you, and I will apologise in person to my team the next time I see them." He added the last part in a quicker voice than the previous part, like he realised he forgot to say that or something, and it wouldn't seem very professional to just say he had no excuses for his behaviour.

Simon seemed a little caught off guard by Sable's next comment, either that or offended. He still didn't make any effort to take it off though, instead he just stared at Sable blankly while taking a second to think of a response. "It's cold, sir," is all he can think of though, still with that same flat, monotone voice of his. "It keeps my face warm," he mumbled after a moment. When Sable didn't reply right away, he said in a quiet voice, "If really want me to take it off, sir, I will."

It wasn't like Simon never took the balaclava off, but it was convenient for him to keep it on. If it was cold, it kept his face warm. That wasn't a lie, despite how blunt and unsatisfying the answer was. But another part of it was somewhat comforting. He didn't really know what to do with his face when he was talking to people. He often found himself just staring blankly at people when they spoke, and it seemed to unnerve them somewhat, so the balaclava made it so they couldn't actually see him staring blankly at them. He didn't have to change the way he was, he just hid it. And it also wasn't like other soldiers around here didn't wear masks or balaclavas too. There were a few soldiers around who enjoyed the benefits of being relatively anonymous in the military, such as enemies not finding their families and slaughtering them like lambs.

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