@the-delightful-temptation | from here Ozzie was in a good mood. After the good deal on earth he thought nothing would make his day better, but the number on the phone wasn’t expected. Especially Phi father, he never calls the sin. “Connal, what happened?”

Connall clenches his jaw. Hospitals are so damn loud, he can't hear himself think. He pushes the words out as best as he can.

"Someone hurt her. I don't know...There was an archangel down here. Apparently he was threatening one of Phisaya's friends, and she stepped in to defend them..."

He lowers his head and covers his eyes. "Both of her legs are broken. Could you please bring Mari with you?"

@a-hazbin-spider | from here Angel was really only saying it to himself. He laughs at his misfortunes after all! Much like if a hammerhead shark stops swimming: if he stops being funny, he’ll die. He’d left aid in here for Phi, and thought it better to just grab it. But the sight of this massive fish man- it stops him in his tracks. He hadn’t actually seen the so called father. And needless to say, he was a bit alarmed at the guy fucking rushing him like that. It’s enough to force a yelp. Both from the startle, and the fact that he’s facing the consequences of being shot. “Ack-! Who..? Fuck, lemme go-” Please Angel, he’s trying to help, don’t push on him, you’re going to stain his clothes with your blood. That’s so rude.

Connall has dealt with worse than one injured, struggling man. He feels awful for manhandling him like this, but he couldn't just leave him to bleed out. He goes to the kitchen and lays Angel on the peninsula counter. It's the closest room, and anyway, he doesn't want to scare Phisaya with all the blood.

"Sorry, sorry. Geez." What did this guy expect, showing up at someone's door in the state he was in? Connall throws open the cupboard, and when he can't immediately find the first aid kit, panic bubbles up in his throat.

As Connall is dialing 911, Phisaya wheels in from the other room. She stops in the doorway and stares with her mouth open.

"Dad? What--" She opens and closes her mouth like a fish. "What happened to him?"

“Against my best wishes, I have been shot.” Or/ “No wonder the ice caps are melting, I’m HOT.”

@a-hazbin-spider (muse of choice)

“Against my best wishes, I have been shot.”

It's Connall who finds Angel, since Phisaya is taking a much-needed nap in the other room. Most people can barely stand after being shot, much less crack jokes about it. Connall is alarmed nonetheless. He swoops Angel into his arms in a princess carry and hurries back inside to find the first aid kit. Maybe there's something he can do while he calls the paramedics.

@arachn0philia​ | from here

Connall, pretending not to see Angel, stretches his arms as if working out tension or soreness. What a show-off. He could seat an imp comfortably on one of his powerful shoulders.

"Aww, my old recital photos. I was so cute. Why did you make me stop taking ballet classes, again?"

"They wanted you to lose weight and have your tail docked. It was creepy."

"Wha--I thought you said it was because we couldn't afford it!"

“There is always time for another last minute.“ @ Connall

"When you put it like that, I guess I could stay in bed a little longer. Okay. I am staying in here." Connall rolls onto his stomach and closes his eyes. He can't fall asleep in this position, but it's comfortable enough to relax in.

Connall's present was delivered by cross-ring post, a carved wooden box filled with cigars that had the sweet scent of vanilla mingling with the tobacco and…. a few fishing lures. Angel knew next to nothing about fishing, he just selected a few that looked rather flashy.

Connall lights a cigar despite the burning in his chest. The comforting smell of smoke is hard to ignore, even when his deep breath is interrupted with a hacking cough. He clears his throat and holds up one of the fishing lures. When he's out on his boat, the amount of fish he needs requires a net. It wouldn't be a bad idea to break out the old fishing rod and spend some time on the shore, though. Maybe Angel would like to go fishing with him? ...Maybe?

“Umf” @ Connall

Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.

Connall has the biggest, smuggest grin right now. Being complimented by his boyfriend, who looks like he just stepped off the runway, is a high honor.

"That's a lot of marriage."

Who chose 'kill'? He just wants to talk.

Connall has gone mostly shirtless today on account of the humidity. He doesn’t realize that everyone else is taking their shirts off, too.

The month of June has not only Pride Month, but also his birthday and Father's Day. So he pretty much wins at life.

He made sure Phisaya was fully vaccinated. There was some trouble finding her vaccination records from when she was an infant, but he and the doctors made sure she got everything. That's not something to brag about, though--that's just one of the basic responsibilities of parenting.

△ connall, would you ever get your dick pierced?

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

"One. Angel, I know this is you. I am not getting a piercing. I hate needles." Connall rolls his eyes. He can prepare fish and fowl without flinching, no matter how much blood there is, but something about needles just creeps him out.

⏰⏰ one for phi, one for connall

Turning Back The Clock

The air smells like burnt hair and metal. Connall keeps to the water to avoid the hot, ashy ground. The water is oily and leaves an unpleasant sheen on his bare legs, driving him deeper into the waves where the pollution hasn't reached. The water still has a metallic taste when he submerges, but it isn't as bad as it was closer to the shore.

The only light to break the surface of the water is the eerie, orange glow coming from further inland. He had been miles from the fire, but his clothes are still singed and, now underwater, sloughing off his body like dead skin. He shifts fully into his 'wild' form and dives deeper still, looking to escape the grime.

It's the hottest day of the month, and Phisaya has all her doors and windows shut against the oppressive heat. School would've been worse than hell in this weather, but it's summer vacation and the only thing she has to worry about is how she's going to spend her time off.

Today, things are shaping up to be pretty good. The air conditioning is on full blast. Her favorite video game is playing on the crappy TV she dragged up from the cellar, the one dad put in storage after getting a shiny new flat screen.

First she lies on her stomach, then she sits cross-legged, and finally she gives up trying to get comfortable and slithers off her bed. Outside, a seagull alights on the balcony railing and squawks. Phisaya looks over her shoulder in alarm, but when she sees what it is, she rolls her eyes.

⏰ @a-hazbin-spider ?

Turning Back The Clock

It is hours past Phisaya's bedtime. The house, when shrouded in darkness, doesn't feel like her own. Something might jump out of a doorway and eat her. The only light on is in the kitchen, where she was headed in the first place.

The stairs creak under her hooves, alerting Connall to her presence before she peeks through the thick curtains blocking the doorway. Their eyes meet, and she moves away, ashamed at having been caught out of bed.

Connall had been holding a phone, and he says something into the receiver before putting it face-down on the counter, rather than hanging it up. Phisaya watches the cord dangle off the edge for a moment before looking sheepishly up at her father.

"I wanted...um...I was thirsty," she mumbles, looking down at her feet. Connall takes to a knee to brush his claws along the crown of her head.

"I'll get you some water, and then back to bed, okay?" Connall stands and goes to the cupboard to get a glass.

Connall, why does Angel (arachn0philia) call you babygirl?

"Because..." He pauses. How does one explain the phenomenon of 'babygirl'?

"Because sometimes, he tops." THAT EXPLAINS NOTHING.

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