(Okay, I'm going to continue to be spotty, but here I am again xD)
Beelzebub couldn't help but snort a laugh, which she valiantly disguised as a love-struck sigh via glamour. But she made sure Gabriel could see the gloating grin that had spread across her face. She leaned closer, looping her arm around his waist, partly to support her ever weakening legs, partly in the hopes of making him even more uncomfortable.
Have to make it convincing, she told herself with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes beneath the glamour but couldn’t help a small smile from twitching at his lips.
The man at the counter handed him a key card and directed him down the hall “and would like a ‘do not disturb’ sign?” He asked
Gabriel nodded “yes please.”
He took the key card along with the door sign gently picked Bee up again, playing it off as a cutesy cuddle thing
(I'm so sorry, but I'm going to continue to be spotty, right now I have two jobs, plus school plus caring for my rescue dog, plus counselling TwT I promise I'll keep up with you as much as possible! Sorry if my replies are shorter than normal as well :/)
Beelzebub, though she found the whole situation hilarious, didn't have the strength to properly crow about it when they were safely out of sight. Instead she closed her eyes and let herself go limp in his arms, finally letting her tension drain from her body.
"That was funny," she contented herself with saying instead.
Gabriel opened the room with the key and place the sign on the door on before shutting the door behind him and with his foot and immediately dropping the glamour, sighing relief. He carefully set Bee down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before shaking his head “to you, yeah.” He rolled his eyes before disappearing into The bathroom to properly bent his wing
(Hey, don’t worry about it! I get it, take your time in responding!)
(Thank-you so much <3 I've missed this rp, I'm so glad to be back :D)
Beelzebub propped herself up and grimaced at the amount of blood already soaking the sheets. She tried her best to heal her most severe wounds, but the energy just drained her more. She managed to stop the bleeding, then gave up.
"We're going to have to figure out how to get them to help us," she called as she flopped back. "If we're lucky, they might not slam the door in our face the second they see us."
(Hey! Glad you're back! same here!!!XD)
Gabriel came back to the room with a new white shirt and white pants, his wounded, darkening wing pressed against his back with a bandage beneath the shirt while the other gracefully arched behind him, free from restrains. He took a deep breath and nodded, snapping his fingers to replace the blood soaked sheets. He turned around o face the wall and snapped his fingers again, engulfing Bee in a cloud of white and silver "I'm assuming black clothing?" he asked, hearing the ruffle of fabric as he produced a light yet comfortable fitting shirt and pants for bee to wear. "put those on, they should fir to your size when worn. let me know when you're done. As for the traitors, yes i do believe it will difficult to persuade them to help us but theyre the only chance we have at the moment."
(Ty! :D And yay!! ^^)
Beelzebub put on the cloths, rather pleased with what Gabriel had come up with. Very dark aesthetic.
"Done," she announced. "Unfortunately, you're right. And if they do help us, I'm not a huge fan of the idea of being in their debt."
She shok out her own mangled and scarred wings, glad to finally let them stretch. The broken one lay limply beside her, and she examined the other where the primary had been ripped out. That one still hurt.
(Side thing - i keep watching crack videos on GO and I keep forgetting how much a butt Gabriel is XD let me know if he’s too nice)
Gabriel turned around, hands clasped in front of him. He scowled at the thought of being in debt to anyone, let alone the angel and demon. “It’ll be worse if we don’t ask.” He reasoned, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the other carefully, flinching at the sight of her broken wings. He had always thought wings to be a sign of strength and power, something that gave the being an ability that a mortal could never possess. Yet seeing them broken and mangled made them feel so fragile and intangible. He hated being fragil. He hated being weak. Turning away, he stood and paced the small room, only now realizing they had one bed. He’d figure out their sleeping quarters later, they needed a plan.
(boop)