they argued my right to ascension

Where the hell Calliel was he hardly knew. The girl had been gone when he'd gotten home, no text message let alone a note left anywhere to indicate her location and as such the ever irritable blonde had settled with agitation upon the couch for the better part of the evening, rising occasionally to stir whatever attempts at dinner he had made for this evening though whether the girl would be home to eat it he hardly knew. He doesn't mean to be so....firm with her, is entirely sure it is his own abrasive nature that so often drives her to go outside and yet so much of his attitude simply comes from a fear of sorts. He worries about her, near constantly so, she remains his last true link to any family and a part of him fears losing her. She is young, naïve, so often refusing to listen to his warnings and yet, perhaps.....perhaps he had simply forgotten what it was like to be so young and believe you know everything of the world. He could warn her of course, but he could hardly make her listen and maybe he simply shouldn't try so hard. One hand lifted to run back through his hair once more, letting the white gold strands fall back into place, still holding his mobile within his hands, having begun to dial her number several times before hanging up, attempting to allow her the space she so seemed to crave. She was...old enough he supposed, for a little independence, she was old enough to drive by now. Maybe it was time to talk about teaching her to drive and buying that ever important first car. That's what....Uncles did wasn't it? Would her parents have done that? Would they have desired it?

Hell- he didn't even know when her birthday way. He simply shakes his head for now, making himself a mental note to attempt to find out the things he didn't know about Calliel. Her birthday, her friends, did she still go to school? Maybe he should have been watching that, then again she was at east eighteen, shouldn't she be considering college? It was considerably to much for him to consider tonight, the man forcing his agitation with her aside all the same to focus his attention upon the football game on the television. Maybe he didn't need to work tonight, maybe he could make time to....be at home, for once. The sudden knock at the door momentarily sees his attention deviate, eyes narrowed slightly, searching for any sense of anything supernatural before moving towards the door and pulling it ajar- staring at the blank space before him.

What implores the Hunter to look down can hardly be said, golden gaze dropping to rest upon the girl lying very near at his feet as he scowls. Was she drunk? For a moment he simply stares, attempting to understand how Calliel had come to by lying on the doorstep of their home, several moments passing before the blood upon her clothing seems to become apparent as his gaze widens ever so slightly, the young man sinking hurriedly to his knees- one hand reaching smoothly for her wrist to find her pulse and assure himself her heart still held some sort of even rhythm, searching for strength within it to assure himself of his next course of action.

"Calliel......Calliel, why are you bleeding? What happened? Were you.....hit by a fucking car?! Where are you injured the most?"

Anger, it would seem, is the only true emotion he can muster even if he is not truly made at the girl himself, more so he is simply afraid- eyes rapidly searching up and down the corridor for any sign of anyone else before fixating upon the girl once more. Had she fallen? Been run over? Attacked?

"Calliel what happened?!"

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread