Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He could almost taste the fear within the young witch. Her body shook with it, her eyes threatened to water with it and more then that- her power threatened to overcome her with it. That wind was becoming all the morse fierce and yet beyond the veritable annoyance it provided Azrael failed to see anything even remotely useful about that power. What was she going to do? Throw breeze at him? Ruin his hair? It was fucking annoying and prompted a need to yell at yet he was distinctly used to that level of volume in his voice all the same. The blonde haired Hunter confident that command of the wind was hardly capable of more than merely blowing. At least, not when commanded by this particular witch. She hardly seemed...masterful at her craft the way Serafina did and yet Azrael hardly cared nearly enough about the business of witches to know whether or not this was merely a common power of any kind. The often irritable Hunter assured his own affinities were more than capable of dealing with it should she actually manage to do anything other than whip up the water and tousle his hair. Whatever pitiful excuses she was content to give him about meaning no harm were all but ignored. They all said that. Each and every one of them from the most innocent of creatures to the most vile. As if they were all suddenly saints. Yet- that terror within the girl was genuine. That alone perhaps staying his hand a little longer and so prompting that warning rather then the immediate discharge of a bullet between her eyes. He always had been....hesitant when they were young. Azrael determined to close that distance between them all the same as she stumbled upon that dock. The sooner he got her to her damn feet the sooner they could both leave.

How fortunate perhaps, that his very efforts were so destined to prove interrupted. A voice he was sure he would know anywhere prompting him to pause before pivoting on his feet to face none other than his own girlfriend. Serafina readily accusing him of flirting with the downed girl. That surprise on his features readily shifted into a frown. His own eyes rolling at the accusations and yet Azrael was near incapable of not firing back. His relationship with Sera was a decidedly unique one in every sense. One precious few were ever truly afforded that chance to witness if only for how distinctly secret it had remained for well over a year. That fallen witch one of the first to ever truly witness that couple. How fortunate she was. The blonde-haired man was forced to shout over that howling wind, his own arms thrown up in that dramatic gesture as those sarcastic sentences fell from his lips. Of course he was out her flirting. What else would he be doing? Bloody hell. Sera readily proclaiming she had known it all along. Azrael offering her yet another dubious glance as he closed that distance between them now.

His hand reached easily to rest upon the slender waste of his Witch, tugging her softly closer to him before letting his lips meet her own in that sweet, if not chaste kiss. Azrael seeking to steal away any of the words she might have been about to offer him. The hunter pulling slowly away despite how decidedly he would have liked only more of her against him. His own words a near whisper then and for her ears alone against that howling wind. That very good morning met with Sera's near blunt retort that it was indeed morning. That grin upon the Hunter's lips hardly faltering despite that singular lift of one golden eye. Serafina evidently not yet ready to deem that morning even remotely good. Not that he supposed he truly blamed her. The first ten minutes of it had been pretty fucking awful- at least until she had showed up, wearing his shirt no less. That image a decidedly appealing one. Azrael entirely content to imagine just what she might look like in only his shirt. That very utterance of just how good she looked upon his lips as he kissed her cheek. Serafina momentarily leaning against his chest in that fleeting, affectionate embrace between the pair. One Azrael was almost remiss to end- and yet they had business to attend to. Namely in the form of a wind wielding witch whom was risking his very career by continuing to exist. Azrael taking that moment to disappear entirely- only to reappear against the side of the dock before gesturing at that other Witch offhandedly with the clear implication Sera should deal with it.

Azrael's own golden gaze lingered upon the pair then, the Hunter watching each of them near astutely and yet he could feel that very...rise in energy within that very air itself at Serafina's presence. His girlfriend the far more powerful witch- at least here and now and yet he made little comment upon it. Azrael merely allowing his own affinities to dance at his fingertips should he need them. His gaze cast surreptitiously towards that ever-rising sun before announcing that impending shift change and a need to deal with this sooner rather than later. The Hunter content to add that very stipulation that he was not about to bring some other Witch home with them. The younger woman retorting she hardly intended to come home with them- not when he was about to kill her. That very sharpness to the woman's tongue prompting that frown to his own features once more.

"Your lucky I only threatened. Most Hunters would have shot you in the back."

His own shoulders shrugged then. That very fact offered near offhandedly as if it was hardly the macabre sentence it was. Those words nothing short of true. After all, Azrael could hardly lie in any sense. Idle threats not truly part of his repertoire. Serafina's assurance that the Witch truly did not intend to come home with them only further prompted that narrowing off his gaze upon the younger woman as if he remained dubious of the fact.

"She better not."

He offered near gruffly. His feet shifting slightly upon that dock in discontent with the passing time and that ever inevitable shift change. Explaining not one but two witches in his company to another Hunter was hardly a conversation he desired to have. Especially when one of those very witches might be inclined to announce she had seen him kiss the other. How...irritating that information might prove to be if it spread. He listened with some level of curiosity to that conversation being had. That younger witch admitting to her lack of ability to control those very powers. As if that wasn't damn obvious. His attention returned to Serafina, his girlfriend seeming to be on the very verge of some profound sentence- only to announce that 'sucked' for the other witch. Azrael unable to help that laughter that fell from him then. That very sentence so typically Serafina. His own girlfriend turned then, marching back towards him before calling over her shoulder toward the other witch, insisting she find a mentor before turning to that ocean to command it to be still. Azrael frowning ever so slightly at that use of power and yet in this, he was willing to admit she was perhaps warranted. Besides, it was easy enough to pretend he hardly saw it. A part of the Hunter almost impressed at that command of the ocean Serafina so effortlessly wielded. The raven-haired woman turning towards him then as Azrael lent away from that railing. His head nodded in answer to her question.

"Yes, I think so. What are you doing out here at this time of morning though?"

He offered simply. His gaze turned questioningly upon her then. Azrael only now seeming to consider that this was a decidedly odd time of the morning for Serafina to be out- let alone roaming the west. She was hardly so invested in her business that she was going to be up at the bloody crack of dawn to attend to it. His hand lifting to gesture behind him then.

"The car is just around the corner, it'll save us the walk back. As for you...."

His gaze lifted toward the other witch then. The one Sera had all but dismissed. Azrael not quite yet ready to walk away from that other woman just yet. Even despite her clear lack of threat he was hardly convinced she understood that danger she was still in. Not that he truly cared whether she got herself killed or not. Still- it would be a....waste of someone so young. Azrael sighing softly.

"No other Hunter will give you another chance, do you understand? You were bloody lucky today. You need to get out of the West and back home. How far is your house from here?"