mythopoeics

[He'd been thinking, watching, studying. From what he could tell the angels here were Uriel, Samyaza, Kokabiel, and Barachiel. He wasn't alone amongst the fallen here, but he was also a lot less...affectionately compelled than the others. He didn't check in with the others or respond to their entries where they could see them. Instead he read what he could and learned as much as possible. He didn't know if he'd choose to reveal himself to them. Truthfully he didn't want to. He liked staying hidden, remaining unknown. The Dominions had suited him perfectly. It was just the rest of his actions and behavior that hadn't suited his father.

He frowned as he read over some of the more recent entries. A dinner. He would not be attending. He didn't need to lean on them. They could lean on themselves and keep their emotions off his dry clean only clothes.

His nose wrinkled just slightly as he nearly said hello before deciding against it. Perhaps one person not formerly related to him (unless there was something he didn't know) was better. Maybe.]

[Filter: Angels]
Hello

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
I might have something to tell you. Perhaps.