they argued my right to ascension

He regrets his words towards the ebony haired witch almost the moment they are spoken, his knowledge of the woman indicating her answer well before she provided it, her ability to barb her words almost as skilful as his own as she demands he simply take the jacket if he requires it so badly- golden eyes narrowing upon her with decided disdain before he simply looks away. The temptation to do just that both infuriates him and entices him all at once, his strict determination to keep himself away from her however, had lasted several weeks and he has no desire to shatter his carefully placed barricades upon being within her proximity once more. If only because he refuses to admit how weak his will may well be in this regard. It is....disgusting that he should be nearly this weak and for one of them, his mind determined to merely fixate upon her evident irritation with him and allow it to feed his own. He had never been a truly patient man, in any regard, his temper near as obvious as the white gold of hair upon him and yet he had spent rather a few years attempting to offer indifference all the same. An indifference that seemed to waver each time his gaze lingered upon her, jerking his attention away from her to focus upon the injured Were creature all the same- her lack of trust in him bleeding from her form like her wounds themselves. Raven's reply and Sera's response however, managed to earn the barest quirk of his lip in some muted humour he allowed himself to acknowledge as the witch bent to rummage within her bag, the veil she produced seeing the Hunter step back in response, eyeing her magic with wary disdain.

He has seen what seemingly harmless liquids can do in the hands of witches and while he has no real belief Sera is going to attempt to a lunch one at him her mood today is distinctly more foul then he recalls it having been before, the man not entirely sure as to what has inspired it- men so often are oblivious to these things, the hunter having been without a partner in some thirty or so years and indeed his skills in this area are perhaps a little rusty. He is however, entirely assured much of her spite is aimed at him, his gaze only narrowing once more at her snarky response to him as she tosses the suspicious healing potion towards the Were whom was still clinging to her blankets as if cotton was somehow a barrier between them- a sigh of sorts huffed with irritation, any effort to bite his tongue failing once more.

"Thank you- Sera."

The words are very near barked at the woman, each syllable laced in sarcasm as she proceeded to cross her arms, evidently refusing to offer any further help as he moved to approach Raven once more, unwilling, despite himself, to rip the sheets from her- some part of the Hunter still in possession of certain....values, certain morals that did not allow him to forcibly make a woman naked before him, at least with no romantic precursor to such action. One hand reaches up, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly, attempting to calm his temper once more. It has been nearly fifty years since he has sat at a patients beside or attempted to truly perform any in depth medical act, his bedside manner having lacked even then and yet....he had been good at his job- back then, he had cared about...something, about helping. How long had that part of himself truly been dead? He manages to find the energy to kneel beside her, down on one knee, some attempt to make himself appear less threatening even if another part of himself desires entirely to put a bullet between her eyes and simply kill two birds with one stone- ignoring the petulant Serafina for now.

"Raven- I need you to drop the blankets and let me see- I cannot help you if I cannot see where most of your injuries are, if you have frostbite and I wholly suspect you do I need to be able to treat it before you get septicaemia and die and if you don't let me do this willingly I will shoot you with the same dart I shot your male....companions and render you unconscious and you will have no idea what I might do to you then- your choice."

His shoulders lift in something of a shrug, the words offered with an almost falsified calm despite the amusement he seems to find in them, both eyes lifting slightly. He has never had time for the melodramatic when it comes to patients. He understands what she has been through, to some extent and yet refusing medical assistance was her own folly and not an argument he is truly willing to have. Whether Sera had truly intended for him to hear her muttered 'shut up' remains to be seen, Hunter hearing, like all reflexes, significantly more advanced then most, the man pivoting in place almost instantly.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?"

He appears before her almost instantly, golden eyes distinctly darker now as he meets her own blue gaze.

"I am trying to help your fucking dog and I don't even know why."

His frustration is already beginning to rise, Raven's refusal to be co-operative teamed with Serafina's attitude only grating against him as he moved to walk away once more, no more then a single stride achieved before the eternally youthful blonde abruptly turns back once more.

"- or maybe I do know fucking why. I'm trying to fix your mongrel of a familiar or pet or whatever she is because I thought you might be injured as well, because I've seen what that cruel, insidious bastard of a Were can do to people who get in his way and because he wouldn't give a shit if he beat you up along with her and for some fucking stupid reason I care. There, happy? Is that what you want to hear?!"

Why he is yelling at her he truly does not know, yelling tending to be the single volume he knows and understands best, the man unaware that he has continued to stride forward until nearly no space exists between them- his voice managing to drop at least slightly now.

"I told you once you reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago and that's the truth, that's why I couldn't shoot you that day in the forest but if that is the fucking reason your attitude is about as attractive as a viper then let me assure you, after spending even an ounce of time with you- you don't remind me very much of her at all."

There is the briefest pause, his words seeming almost....cruel in their meaning as he regards her with that same hardened look, a sigh of something akin to defeat seeming to pass his lips.

"Your eyes are a different shade of blue, your hair is longer and darker, you walk differently, you talk differently- you are a significantly better baker and I have come to suspect perhaps a better person. I notice every single one of these fucking stupid little things about you because despite how much I loathe myself for it I continue to think about you and realise every single time I see you that you are an entirely different person."

Someone- it would seem at least, had not forgotten her in all that time.

"-and I hate myself every day because of you and because no matter how damn hard I try, I can't hate you. I also want that jacket back."

He disappears from before her almost instantly, reappearing behind her now, one hand on each shoulder, smoothly sliding the jacket from each arm before tossing it over his own shoulder, reappearing suddenly back before her again to hook one finger in the hem of her shirt and pull her suddenly against him, other hand moving to tilt her chin up ever so slightly to facilitate his intention before bringing his lips to her own with significantly more force then the last time- savouring ever single bit of sweetness they hold- Raven momentarily ceasing to exist. At least until he moves to step backward and offer her the chance to breath, heel connecting with the back of Raven's bed, sending the hunter stumbling briefly backward- taking Sera with him as he lands on the bed and beside the unfortunate Raven now, Sera positioned neatly atop him. For a moment Azrael seems to....consider his predicament, golden eyes turning briefly to Raven beside him.

"Well- you're not really using this bed."

-and if he is given, truly, to think too long on this moment he is truly aware that his thoughts will only destroy it, leaning up ever so slightly to kiss the witch again with an almost fevered desperation of something he has held back for far too long.

Sorry Raven.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread