Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

The young witch, it seemed, had failed to notice him at all. Her attention fixated on the water and impending sunrise. Either she didn't give a damn about her own safety- or she was blatantly naive. After all, it wasn't like this side of town was the best place for anyone to be walking regardless of their species. She spun quickly enough all the same once his voice reached her. The girl having the audacity to look shocked and even confused about exactly why he was calling her out. As if she hadn't been waiting for just the right time to perform whatever illegal magical voodoo nonsense shit it was she had been intending on. He knew well enough this was nearly the perfect hour for it. At least, Sera had told him enough times that it was and yet whatever the hell this girl thought she was doing this morning- he was about to bring an end to it. Her voice stuttered and tripped, that anxiety lacing her tones clear to even him and yet he'd almost become used to it now. They were scared of him- all of them were and maybe they damn well should be. After all, it was his job to destroy them, to stop the spread of that supernatural disease from travelling any further and infecting any more innocent lives and yet this one hadn't done anything wrong exactly- at least not yet. Azrael content to cast that near surreptitious glance around to assure they were alone. Maybe he could give her a damn warning and send her racing home and that would be enough. Fuck she was young. Some part of him almost...reluctant to murder someone still almost young enough to be called a girl instead of a woman.

Whatever else he had been about to say caught readily on his lips, that wind suddenly picking up dramatically- unnaturally so. Azrael's gaze narrowing readily on the witch then. He knew of their control of the elements, he'd seen it enough times and had it used against him almost as much. What sort of game did she think she was playing? Was she trying to piss him off? He'd been looking for an excuse to let her go and now she was getting ready to attack him. Great. That wind, for the most part, hardly seemed to be doing anything other then blowing, Azrael wary of it all the same as the witch seemed unable to comprehend how he knew what she was. Maybe she hadn't met a Hunter before, maybe her mentor was lazy, that explained enough and yet her instincts had clearly told her all she needed to know. He could see her getting ready to run in every line of her frame. They all tried to run. As if they thought they could do the impossible and outrun him. His warning, it seemed, had manage to reach her all the same. The woman only growing more nervous before attempting to insist she didn't know how to use magic. Azrael snorting softly as one golden eye arched slightly upwards. Really? So this wind wasn't' her? It had just magically appeared from the land of the pixies then clearly. Not a proper witch? That was a new one- and here he thought he'd heard them all. Another soft sigh of irritation falling from him then.

"Look, just cut the damn act. I know what you are. Get the hell off the dock before I lose my patience with you completely."

He'd been out all fucking night. His own bed had never sounded better and yet here he was, dealing with 'not a proper witch'. His patience beginning to run decidedly thin. It was always at the end off his shift. Always. It was like the world had a vendetta against letting him finish work for the night. Day really. It was the next damn day already. His golden gaze continued to linger on the woman, Azrael already aware of exactly what she was about to do a few seconds before she even attempted it, the woman suddenly pushing away from that dock in what he could only presume was some very poor effort to run. Her legs tangling with each other before she was sent crashing down with a yelp. Azrael's eyes rolled in disdain at the sight before him. Maybe she really was just an abysmally bad witch- a bad runner too by the looks of it. The Hunter taking several steps toward her then with every intention of putting her back on her feet if only so she could damn well get lost- before that wind suddenly began to howl far more violently then before. His blonde hair whipping in all directions as that wind threatened to blow him off the dock and into the damn water. Azrael's teeth gritting in irritation again. That depe voice cutting through the air.

"Are you throwing fucking wind at me right now!? Look, I'm just trying to get you-"

It was another voice that suddenly seemed to bring an end to his words. A voice he'd know anywhere. Azrael near pivoting in place to spy his witch standing behind him, her own raven black hair caught in that blustering wind and her hands on her hips. Great. Just great. Now he was the one in trouble. Whatever he'd been about to say was hardly given the chance. Serafina promptly declaring he was supposed to be in bed hours ago and yet instead here he was, hitting on some other witch because one wasn't enough. The fallen Witch was very near forgotten in that moment, Azrael's attention on Serafina alone as both his arms flung upward in that clear gesture of exasperation, the man near forced to shout over that wind to be heard as he strode towards his own girlfriend then.

"YES SERA THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M DOING HERE. HITTING ON OTHER WITCHES BECAUSE THE ONE I'VE GOT AT HOME DOESN'T KEEP ME DAMN BUSY ENOUGH! I'M JUST OUT OF CONTROL!"

He'd all but closed that distance between Serafina and himself now, his back to the fallen witch as his features seemed to near abruptly soften, even despite the yelling, his gaze brushing over her feminine figure only to eye the shirt she was wearing. Azrael almost certain it was one of his own. That was appealing. Azrael paused before his girlfriend now, one hand reaching out to rest on her waist, tugging her suddenly and yet gently against him to let his lips press against her own in that soft moment of genuine affection. His words, this time, far quieter and off a far more reasonable volume. The entire dynamic of the pair suddenly shifting.

"Good morning."

An amusement of sorts readily seemed to find its way to the Hunter's features then, that grin that tugged at his lips almost roguish, one eye lifting upward as if near daring Sera to bitch at him about that. A soft chuckle of sorts hummed within his throat before Azrael shifted slightly, just enough to press his lips to the side off her cheek now. The hunter made all the more aware off his need to shave if only by how smooth her own cheek was in comparison to the stubble that clung to his own. Those words, this time, murmerd for his witch alone.

"I won't be late again- and you look good in my shirt."

More than good, really. His hand slid easily away from her waist. Azrael stepping smoothly away from her in the same moment only to all but disappear. The hunter re- appearing suddenly then on the side of the dock, his tall, toned figure leaning back against the railing with a clear intention of watching the show he was assured was about to unfold. Sera attempted to explain something to this other witch about her power before gesturing to himself as the result of exactly what happened when it got out of control. Azrael's arms folding across his chest now. If Sera thought she could do better than he wanted to see it and yet- they were running out of time. Azrael glancing briefly back toward that rising sun.

"Shift changes in less than twenty minutes Sera. Another Hunter will be here then so either you deal with her or I will. Don't bloody get some idea in your head about bringing her home with us though. If you bring it home and you feed it, it won't ever leave."

There was no way in hell he was having some random street witch know where they lived. His opinion of other witches outside his own, it seemed, distinctly low. Azrael willing his girlfriend to hurry all the same. Another Hunter meant Sera herself was likely going to be in danger and he hardly had the desire to fight off his own kind tonight. He'd already killed enough for one evening. This other little witch had no idea how lucky she was......