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. the abbott cafe is one of those hole-in-the-wall places. not many people know about it, but it's one of the best cafes to go to. its chill, pretty, and has some tasty treats. many supernatural creatures go to this cafe, matter of fact, the entire staff is supernatural beings. the cafe is located right outside of town near some small apartments. it's a great place to get work down while enjoying a delicious coffee and some pastries.

Elias hovered on the sidewalk outside the cafe, repeatedly pushing his hair out of his face. He was early. Early, and he didn't much like waiting, but he had no choice there. He'd left home early to make sure he knew how to get here, and when it had been easier than expected, well. Elias ended up standing awkwardly on the sidewalk outside.

After checking his appearance four or five times in the window (they were already dating, he didn't need to make a first impression, he reminded himself), Elias forced himself to turn out towards the street, flicking his eyes — okay, more like his whole head — down to the ground every time someone passed by. He'd thought about going inside, but that would be even worse for him; he knew nobody, and would feel out of place. Very out of place.

So he waited. He could do waiting.

And like that, with the stab of a holy dagger; another demon was sent to back to its domain. Good, had a date to get too. Kyan sundered into his apartment quietly as he didn’t want anyone to see that he was covered in black demon blood.

The appearances of demons have been increasing heavily and that can only mean one thing… Lucifer was rising and with that meant hell will rise with him.

But enough of hunting today, he had a special date with the most handsome man on the planet and he wasn’t gonna keep him waiting. Showering quickly to clean off the filthy demon blood, he dressed in his favorite button up and vest, he paired it with a blood red tie and Elias favorite cologne and rushed out the door.

Rushing to the café where he saw a very handsome Elias waiting for him, as his boyfriend fixed his appearance, he smiled and stood beside him. “Looks like you already found someone more handsome than me,” Kyan grinned then happily kissed his boyfriend.

Elias jumped a bit at Kyan's voice. "Don't scare me like that," he said, smiling despite his words. Thank god Kyan was finally here; he didn't know how much longer he would have waited. "You're a little late, everything okay?" Elias asked after pulling away from his boyfriend's greeting kiss.

He slipped his hand into Kyan's; an easy gesture he'd gotten used to over the past few months. Kyan, if Elias thought about it, was the one person he was comfortable with. And considering how awkward he still was sometimes, that said a lot. He would do anything for this familiarity, though. "You look good, as always." Elias added with a small laugh.

Kyan couldn’t help but laugh at the way his boyfriend jumped when he appeared beside him. “Ah, you know me, sometimes I get turned around in this old brick city,” He lied.

As much as he wanted to tell Elias he was a werewolf and a hunter; he knew humans had a tough time accepting the supernatural, and some even reacted to the point of trying to throw their supernatural lover in the crazy house, no thank you.

Happily taking his boyfriend's hand, he kissed his cheek. “No need to tell you that, Mr. Handsome.” They made their way into the café. It had a beautiful rustic charm to it and were a wolf he smelt it for every smell it had and boy did it have a lot of delicious smells.

“Happy six-month anniversary handsome," Kyan told his boyfriend as they made their way to their favorite spot.

Elias chuckled. "Right, sure," he said. It didn't bother him that Kyan was late — he knew he would never be late on purpose, or forget — he just worried.

The cafe wasn't too busy this time of day. The staff was almost too much for the four or five costumers inside. Elias shook his head at Kyan's comment as he picked his way past a chair. "And happy anniversary to you too," he said, grinning. Sure, it was only six months, but it was longer than most people stayed friends with him, so he was allowed to celebrate all he wanted.

The seat he and Kyan had picked the first time the came to this cafe was tucked off to one side, where the exterior of the building turned a little oddly. It made their particular spot slightly smaller than the rest, which was fine by Elias. Not to mention, it was by a window, letting in light. Elias settled into his seat, fidgeting a bit. "So..." he ducked his head and pushed his hair out of his face. "Is it coffee today, or do you want something else?"

Kyan gave Elias a trademark impish grin of his. His boyfriend meant so much to the young wolf, and he hated lying to him. But he needed to protect him, and the wolf inside him would always protect his boyfriend, whether he knew it or not.

He kissed him happily as they found their favorite seat. It was his favorite because they were bathed in the warm sunlight. “Who do you take me for, the café is just the appetizer for you my dear Elias.”

He slapped down a piece of paper, it was a recite. “One night at the penthouse suite at the La Rouge Hotel.” Kyan smiled. “Not only that but I also got the Jacuzzi suite… and we won’t need any swimming trunks.” He leaned over and whispered that in his boyfriend’s ear. His wolf urges were kicking in, he wanted Elias right here and now but he would wait. After a romantic dinner and maybe a little dancing, he would have his boyfriend all night long.

((can you tone it down a little please...i'm a little uncomfortable. i'll respond in a bit))

(( Have you ever played a guy before? That's hows boyfriend's talk but whatever, fine)

((i have, yes. however, i am not comfortable with it. if that bothers you, i can stop this right now))

(I'll tone it down, it just frustrating when I have to make relationships PG)

((all i can say is you knew how i felt before we started rping. i know it can be frustrating, and i'm sorry about that, but i can't help the way i am. i'll respond in the next post.))

Elias blushed, ducking his head again. "Kyan... Why are you so sweet to me?" He smiled, reaching across the table to take Kyan's hand. "I can't believe it's only been six months." It felt like much longer to Elias, like he'd known Kyan his whole life.

Still, he laughed and stood. "Well, I still want a coffee." he told Kyan. "Should we get something to share?" He opened his mouth again, to offer to pay for whatever Kyan wanted, but closed it again before he did. What if Kyan took offense? Elias knew his boyfriend could pay for his own food, but he liked to be a gentleman sometimes. Or what if Kyan didn't see what Elias was trying to do. He shoved his hands into his pockets.

Kyan leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. “Because you’re my man and I love you.” He took his boyfriend's hand and gripped it tightly. “And I hope it lasts a lifetime,” Kyan whispered romantically as he kissed him once more. He hoped one day to turn Elias into a wolf so they could be together for many years to come.

The wolf couldn’t help but smile. His boyfriend was such a handsome dork. “Pay for me if you want Elias, I don’t care.” He chuckled. He had no problem with his boyfriend paying for him. He would, however, have one if his boyfriend had a problem with him spending all the money he did. I mean he loved Elias and he wanted to give him the world and protect him as well.

Getting their food, they got back in their favorite spot and he began munching away. “So, what have you been up too handsome?” Kyan asked, sipping his chocolate frap

Elias grinned at him. Part of him though this was surreal. He was never the guy that had people hitting on him; to have a boyfriend like Kyan was beyond what he had ever thought he'd have. And he loved it. "I love you too." he said, and meant it.

A surge of relief washed over Elias at Kyan's words, and he nodded, squeezing Kyan's hand. "I will, then. I should buy you something, after all." He leaned against Kyan briefly, enjoying the simple touch.

Once back, Elias had to restrain himself from downing half of his mocha at once. He'd been staying up later than usual lately, busy with work. "Working." he answered. "College students are insane." Of course, he remembered when he was a college student, not too long ago, but it was much easier to see the insanity from the outside. "What about you?"

lol forget all that up there this is new

Maja liked coffee.

One of the few things humans had done right, in her opinion, was coffee. She only drank it black, of course, but she loved it that way. And the Abbott was the best place to get it.

She stepped inside, ducking out of the cloudy day. Her footsteps made no sound; in fact, no one would have been able to tell she was there had the bell above the door not jingled her arrival. She didn't look around. Her feet lead her straight the barista, where she ordered her coffee, paid in money that wouldn't last, and disappeared into the darkest corner to wait.

Dylan had always admired humans, and the silly little things they created to help themselves feel better about their short existence. Coffee was an especially amazing invention, one that she'd found her vessel had quite the taste for. And while walking down the busy street, she'd seen it and just couldn't resist going inside.

Pushing open the door, she was greeted with the soft tinkling of a bell that announced her arrival to the other occupants. Stepping up to the counter, she relayed her order to the barista. Slipping over a few (stolen) bills, she moved off to the side to patiently wait for her order.

Maja saw her, and she knew her.

She couldn't tell just which exactly this other fallen was, but fallen she was indeed. Maja smirked. She hadn't seen too many like herself since she had arrived in town - just a plethora of demons and werewolves and witches. She would have liked to know this one was there before, if she could have.

At the calling of her false name, Maja stood, stepping to collect her drink. As she did, she turned her face to the other, still smirking. She said nothing, but knew her expression would speak volumes. It always did.

Dylan didn't know what made her look up, but when she did she felt her back straighten. It was another fallen, another of her kind. Since she'd come to this town, she hadn't seen a single angel. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, trying to distinguish which of her sisters was standing so close to her.

She was powerful, that was for sure. Significantly more so than Dylan, which in itself was a tad scary. She continued her silent evaluation, only snapping out of it when her name was called. Stepping up to receive her coffee, she tried her hardest remember where she'd felt this kind of presence.

Should I say something? What do I even say? she thought to herself.

The other had reacted. Maja had seen the flash of recognition in her eyes. She hadn't spoken, not yet, but Maja was sure she would, in time. She retreated back to her corner, sipping at her coffee and watching.

She couldn't tell who in particular the other was. She reacted to the name Dylan, but that meant nothing to Maja. She thought about speaking up herself, but chose not to; she had always been better at lurking than speaking.

It was only a matter of time before the other spoke up. If she was like Maja at all, she too was longing for another of their kind.

Dylan's eyes didn't leave the girl as she moved to a dark, secluded corner of the cafe. She stood there for a moment, contemplating what she should do. She could walk out, but then she would be missing out on connecting with someone of her own kind. One of her sisters. Straightening her spine, she made her way over the dark corner. Her eyes locked with the girl's, who she recalled answered to Maja, as she pulled out the chair across from her. Sitting down, she took a long gulp of her coffee for courage.

"Hi." It was said awkwardly, with a hint of trepidation. She hadn't seen any of her siblings, barring Lucifer of course, since she had fallen. And she didn't know which of her siblings this even was. What if she rejected her, as all the ones in heaven had? She didn't think she could bear that, although she knew it wasn't as likely as she feared.

Maja lowered he eyes as the other approached. She did not want to appear quite as disconcerting as she really was. She sipped once more at her coffee. The cup was emptying faster than she would have liked.

"Hello," she said calmly in response. She smiled. "I think I should know you, but I cannot think of your name." Maja sat back, trying to determine her identity without being told. She couldn't.

Dylan allowed herself to smile back as she sipped at her coffee once again. Maja appeared friendly enough, but somehow she had a feeling she had a bite to back the powerful presence that radiated from her.

"Your name seems to be escaping me as well, which I hope you can remedy for me." She tried to appear more confident than she was, as she continued. "I go by Dylan at the moment, but I believe you might know me by a different name-- Ramiel."

She let that sink in, fidgetting anxiously. Back in heaven, she'd been important enough. She guided worthy souls to heaven so they might reincarnate, and handed out a few visions to help the humans on their way. Still, depending on when the angel in front of her fell, she might now only be known as the angel who got just a bit too close to the humans she was only supposed to guide from a distance.

Maja nodded in response to her question. "Yes, I believe I can," she said, smirking. Her head tilted to one side, considering, as she listened to the other. "Ramiel..."

She nodded. "Yes, I remember you," she smiled, perhaps putting the other angel at ease. She did recall the other, though they had not met as often as one would think. "I use the name Maja now," she said. "But you may have heard me called Samael."

Dylan would have been right to call her powerful. She had been known as archangel of death, a moniker she had carried over after her fall. Honestly, why had anyone been surprised when she fell?

She felt herself relax at the smile thrown her way. Staring at the angel before her as she revealed her name, she realized just how powerful she was. Samael and her had crossed path maybe a handful of times. It was expected that the angel that presided over something as common as death and the angel that guided souls of the dead to heaven would meet at least once.

From what she recalled the meetings had been brief, them exchanging pleasantries. But one thing that had stuck with her was the comforting dark air that had hung over the angel. It had frightened her, as most angels she'd met were without fault. There was light surrounding Samael, but also darkness.

"It's nice to see you again, sister." She greeted the archangel warmly. There was a time she would've been both horrified and angered to see the angel. In heaven, those who had fallen weren't held in the highest esteem, regardless of their standing prefall. But at this moment, they were the same.

Maja smiled at the acknowledgment. "And you," she said. She had never been the most social of creatures; preferring to linger in the darkness, but she recalled Ramiel with the most fondness she could have. Their duties were tied; of course they had interested.

To see them both fallen was almost laughable.

Maja had no idea why Ramiel had fallen. It had been after her own, and she was forbidden from communicating with heaven. The demons certainly weren't going to give her news of above — she no longer thought of it as home. Either way, though, she was glad there was another fallen in the city. It gave her a feeling of companionship she had been missing.

"How long have you been here?" She did not specify which here she referred to: here in New Orleans or here on earth. Either answer would suffice.

Lowering her eyes, she fiddled with the styrofoam cup awkwardly, the question filling with her with sadness. Heaven, despite no longer being her home, was a place that had many fond memories for her. Chewing her lip, she glanced back at Samael.

"On Earth? Not very long- maybe a little under a year." She answered quietly. "I landed not far from New Orleans when I fell. It seemed kind of natural to end up here."

She swallowed another sip of coffee, not returning the question. Samael had fallen before her, and everyone knew the story. No one had been exactly surprised, often saying that it had been a matter of time before it happened. But Dylan could vividly remember feeling sad, as she always had when any of her siblings left them.

Maja nodded in understanding, lifting her cup to her mouth once more. She knew better than to ask why. Ramiel appeared to be upset by the thought of her fall, and Maja wouldn't press the issue if she did not want to speak of it.

Call Maja what you will, but she would always be respectful to her fallen kin.

"I have been here for a few months. I landed in New York three years ago and worked my way down." She shrugged. The journey was inconsequential to her; it didn't matter. She had gotten to see parts of the country, and some of it was beautiful, though it had taken longer than she wished.

She knew Ramiel wouldn't ask the reason of her fall. Ramiel already knew. She could bet it had been talked of much in heaven; she had always been a bit of a wild one, after all. There had been rumors even before she fell that it would not be long coming.

"New York, really? That must've been lovely. I haven't seen much of this country, I didn't really have the opportunity." She shrugged, growing a bit more comfortable. Dylan was glad Samael hadn't asked about her fall. It was still a sensitive subject to her, even if the almost-year on earth had felt like a century. She couldn't be over what happened, at least not for a while.

Shaking it off, she finished off her coffee with a small grin.

"It's strange, this city. I don't think I've been able to turn a single corner without seeing at least one supernatural creature. It seems to be a hotspot." She could relate the feeling to a beacon, it's part of hat led her to the city. It seems to lead a lot of things to this city. It was a wonder more humans hadn't taken notice.

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((If you want, I kind of assumed you were done))

Maja nodded, and frowned a little when she realized her coffee was gone. "Yes, it was. I liked it there, but I suppose I knew I needed to be here." She shrugged, knowing Ramiel would understand her meaning — it seemed every supernatural she spoke to understood.

She nodded in agreement. "It is, isn't it? I have been trying to determine why." The obvious answer was that Lucifer preferred this city, but it had been a bit spot long before him. Witches and warlocks had lived here for years.

Dylan nodded absently in agreement. There was something that just told her that she needed to be here. Leaning back a bit, she then proceeded to shrug. It had been a subject of interest for her, of course. Supernatural creatures had been flocking to this city (even before it was a city) for a long time. It just seemed to be an unspoken rule.

Staring down at her empty cup, she let silence ring in the air for a moment.

"Samael- Maja," She quickly corrected herself, not wanting to make her sibling feel uncomfortable with the name she'd used before. "You've been down here for three years you said... do you ever miss it? You know, up there. "

Maja waited patiently for the other to speak. She knew not to pressure her; though Maja did not care for other's opinions, this was different. This was someone she knew before, someone who called her sister (and she in return). She did not want to drive her away.

Maja absently considered going for more coffee, though Ramiel spoke before she could do more than consider. She gave no reaction at the use of her angelic name — she had no special attachment to it, nor did it pain her to hear. But perhaps false names were best.

She tilted her head, her dark hair falling to one side, as she thought over her answer. "Sometimes," she finally said. "Sometimes I miss it. Then I remember that I chose this." She looked at Ramiel, a small smirk on her lips. "I knew I would fall for my actions. I don't have the right to miss it."

She debated for a moment asking if she felt falling had been worth it. She quickly discarded the thought, knowing that that it would be a dumb question. For as much as she missed heaven, and her brothers and sisters, she relished in the freedom that falling had given her. Though she didn't have the power she'd had before, she still had her wings.

At her absent acknowledgment of them, she felt them twitch. Absent to the human eye, they were a source of great comfort for her.

"I suppose you are right. I knew what I was getting into before I fell, so I suppose the act that I'm missing it is my own fault." She played with the empty cup, before meeting Samael's eyes. "Besides, I don't think I even really missed it. I think I was just missing this"

She gestured between them, indicating the 'this' she was speaking of.

Maja nodded in understanding. "Yes," she said, running a finger along the side of her cup. "I missed this too." Two angels. Just talking, sharing experiences.

Maja had never been very close to any in heaven, but there were those whose company she had enjoyed, on occasion. She would like to have that again; to isolate herself by choice, not because there was no one else like her around.

The thought that she would no longer be left with demons as her only option of company heartened Maja, and she allowed herself to smile a genuine smile. "I am glad you are here," she said, "though I am sure it's been painful for you." She couldn't put into words how great her relief at being no longer alone was.

Nodding, Dylan tried to appear nonchalant.

"The hardest part was the beginning." She answered with feigned disinterest. "It's gotten easier. I've... adjusted."

Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against her covered forearm, before she shook herself off. She didn't need to feel as alone, as isolated, now that she had another angel here. And not just any angel either, one who she knew could understand her.

She had never liked being isolated, which had been part of what made her fall so difficult. But now, she had someone else. Of course there had been Lucifer, but Dylan didn't feel that he counted. He was far to concerned with the destruction of humans to really talk. And, with the sadist he'd become since she'd last laid eyes on him, she doubted he would be a good conversationalist.

"Yes, it was for me too," Maja said. "It was probably easier for me than you." She could see from the way Ramiel spoke that the fall had been very hard for her. She had been more starched to heaven than Maja was.

She began to pick at the styrofoam of the cup; a nervous habit she had picked up since reaching New Orleans. Being around so many demons and the like made her anxious. She supposed part of her still held the heavenly distaste for them.

She had only spoken to Lucifer a handful of times in the past, and only once since her fall. The difference was astounding. She didn't know which she preferred, though.

She chose not to respond, instead changing the subject.

"Would you like more coffee?" She asked, a silent offer to get more for the both of them. She trusted Samael and, until she did something untrustworthy, she didn't think that would change. But thinking about her fall, and the circumstances, for this long didn't sit well with her.


((I'm sorry it's so short i couldn't think of anything at all))

Maja tilted her head to one side, watching Ramiel. She seemed like someone Maja could trust. "Why not?" she said, "I could use some more." She stood, lifting her cup as she did, and brushed her hair out of her face.

[youre good if you want to end this it's cool]

Gee(Fiera) wrote: "((If you want, I kind of assumed you were done))"

(Sorry I was just really busy, where would you like to move this too?)

((If you'd like to, I don't mind! Just tell me where))

(Maybe they finished in the cafe and they're going to take a romantic walk in the park?)

(Sounds good to me!)

Smiling, she took the cup from the other angel's hand. Pushing the chair out from behind her, she made her way over to the barista. She'd just get them both black coffees and hope for the best. Placing the order, she quickly composed herself. It seemed that only Samael (or probably any other angel really) could make her feel any sort of something. The thought of her family (if she could even call them that anymore) back in heaven made her angry, and put a bitter taste in her mouth that she did not enjoy at all. And then, there was Samael.


Samael, who made her feel... well not alive, but normal again. It was as if a balance had been restored, and she was finally able to breathe again. It was a homey sort of feeling, one that made her wings twitch once again. Shaking her head, she pushed the feelings down. Getting too attached, too fast. That was something that hadn't worked out in her favor thus far. Then again, that had been a completely different situation. One which she did not intend to replicate. And one which probably did not extend to familiar love. Pulling herself from her contemplations at the sound of her name, she reached to take both of the cups.


(( sorry I did not even see this. But it's up to you if you wanna end it here))

Maja relaxed and thought as she waited. Ramiel was more pleasant than she had remembered, though she had only a few interactions with her before. She though, now, that she wouldn't mind spending time with her again.

She would never admit it out loud, hating any sort of weakness, but she had been lonely since her fall. She had run into all sorts of different creatures, but none who could understand her. Not really. Knowing someone who did, and who could keep her from going mad, would be a help for certain.

((It doesn't matter to me honestly!))

Dylan returned to the table, placing the cup down in front of Samael. Sitting back down in her chair, she took a quick sip of her coffee. Grimacing at the bitter taste, she nodded towards the cup in front of the other.

"I got you black, because I'm not really sure what you like." She informed, smiling at the other. She didn't prefer bitter coffee, but she didn't hate it either. Though she expected the cup would last longer than her other had. She had acquired a sweet tooth after her fall, so bitter things didn't always appeal to her.

Maja smiled. "I do like it black," she said. She took the cup from Ramiel, sipping at the drink. It was as good as the first cup, for which she was grateful.

"What have you been doing here?" she asked, more for want of conversation than because she had any burning desire to know. Oh, yes, she was curious, wondering if Ramiel's experiences had been anything like her own.

Smiling at the acceptance, she took another sip. This time, she only wrinkled her nose at the bitterness.

"I've been... adjusting. I've done some good things, some not so good things." She smirked just a bit, thinking on aforementioned things. "I've developed a skill with computers. It's been a fun experience."

Which was the truth. Despite her missing heaven, and the painful memories of her fall (and what occurred afterwards), the past almost year had been a fun experience. Despite its limitations, she liked being something akin to human.

That was unexpected, to be honest. Maja tilted her head. "Computers?" she said. She still didn't understand the contraptions, thinking them over-complicated and strange. But she wouldn't judge, of course. Or at least, not openly.

"Good and bad is my existence," she said with a small smile, sipping again at her coffee. That was probably the truest thing she had ever said.