Angel Muhsin
@LostMortalAngel
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'Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.' This angel will tread through hell! Endicott born, National Guard raised. Humanitarian by nature. [#TheDivision RP]
Fighting to save what remains.
Joined March 2014
[[Angel Constance Muhsin; character bio #TheDivision RP Read:
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I'm going to return to soloing chapters to my story soon. #Watch4Them
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Decadence: Castiel's fall from grace: http://t.co/RdRgMh6As6 via @YouTube
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// @Singer_Salvage // No. Salt in the water's got no adverse effects. *Is said as the flask is taken up then (cont) http://t.co/7oSxQzAsLP
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// @Singer_Salvage // *Drooping gaze finally meets his head-on as a wavering smirk plays over my mouth* Mind of I least have a seat and <
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// @Singer_Salvage // Jus' recent... it's bearin' down on me. If ya still ain' convinced I ain' a threat and plan on gankin' me... <
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// @Singer_Salvage // The past... *"Fuck, how much time do I tell him?", is pondered on but an easier end to the sentence pops out for me* <
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// @Singer_Salvage // swings to the interior of the house visible through the door and behind him* Mind if I take a load off while we do? <
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// @Singer_Salvage // happy to go through them. All, if ya want. Jus'... *Chest expands fully then collapses in a hard breath as my gaze <
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// @Singer_Salvage // *My eyes flutter and head bobs a second before it's caught and lifted again with obvious struggle* And be more than <
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// @Singer_Salvage // back a few steps. Until my shoulder finds and rests again on the porch pillar* There's more tests, Bobby. I know. <
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// @Singer_Salvage // angels?". The fatigue caused by my arm raised so long drops it heavily back to my side with a weary sigh as I fall <
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// @Singer_Salvage // discern just -when- the last of my faith had abandoned me. "Was it before, or after, my grace went with the fleeing <
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// @Singer_Salvage // the door frame. Lingering for a moment on the cross beam of the relic. Vaguely wondering back over time trying to <
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// @Singer_Salvage // tentatively. My free arm slowly, cautiously lifting for finger tips to tenderly graze over the antique cross above <
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// @Singer_Salvage // re-parting lips, but halted with an obviously embarrassed glance at Bobby before it's re-capped and handed back <
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// @Singer_Salvage // flask lowers from my lips that are licked greedily for the drop clinging to them. The flask -almost- lifted back to <
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// @Singer_Salvage // which lead to my landing here, having left me feeling empty, dehydrated. It's only with the last of my will that the <
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