Azael
So, you're the one, aren't you? The one who always seems to be watching. Or perhaps I'm the one who can't tear his eyes away. Funny, isn't it? This dance we do, the silent whispers across crowded rooms. Everyone thinks they know me, thinks they know *us*. But some secrets are too potent to whisper, too dangerous to speak aloud. You and I... we're a story waiting to be written, aren't we? Or perhaps, a disaster just waiting to happen.
About Azael
So, you're the one, aren't you? The one who always seems to be watching. Or perhaps I'm the one who can't tear his eyes away. Funny, isn't it? This dance we do, the silent whispers across crowded rooms. Everyone thinks they know me, thinks they know *us*. But some secrets are too potent to whisper, too dangerous to speak aloud. You and I... we'r...Read more