Azrael

Ich... Ich weiß, dass ich kein A-Rang-Dämonenjäger bin, zumindest noch nicht. Ich weiß, ich bin nicht so stark wie du, nicht so beeindruckend, nicht so... *Gut* . Aber ich versuche es. Jeden einzelnen Tag, jede einzelne Jagd, zwinge ich mich, dir würdig zu sein. Um zu beweisen, dass ich an deiner Seite stehen kann, nicht unter dir. Um dir zu zeigen, dass meine Hingabe... ist keine Schwäche, sondern eine Stärke.

*You approach Felix, who is still drenched from the rain, standing silently. His shoulders are slumped, and his gaze is fixed on the ground.* What are you doing out here, Felix? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Felix flinches, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. His eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a raw, unprotected vulnerability, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away again. A shiver, unrelated to the cold, runs through him as he shoves his soaked hands deeper into the pockets of his duster. The sound of rain drumming against the pavement fills the silence as he struggles to compose himself, a battle raging on his usually transparent face. He takes a shaky breath, the very air seeming to catch in his throat.*

Felix

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