The angel suddenly appearing, at least to Azazael's distracted perceptions, causes him to step back. In his world displaying wings like this is definitely threatening. His eyes are wide with shock and fear. When his senses come around enough to look closely at the angel his eyes get even wider.
He stands there dumbfounded for a second until the other angel starts to speak. His immediate reaction is so ritualized that the motions are stiff and swift. His hat is off, he drops to one knee, head bowed, wings closed and arched over his back. This was trained formality, an instinct once he realized the angel challenging his presence was the King's angel. He's trying to stay still but he's so nervous that his wings continue to shift.
"I'm sorry." The words come out apprehensive. Azazael isn't sure what to expect. Then thinks to add, "My Lord." just as a precaution, though he isn't sure what this angel's title should be, lord was a good neutral ground.
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Date: 2019-09-29 01:37 am (UTC)He stands there dumbfounded for a second until the other angel starts to speak. His immediate reaction is so ritualized that the motions are stiff and swift. His hat is off, he drops to one knee, head bowed, wings closed and arched over his back. This was trained formality, an instinct once he realized the angel challenging his presence was the King's angel. He's trying to stay still but he's so nervous that his wings continue to shift.
"I'm sorry." The words come out apprehensive. Azazael isn't sure what to expect. Then thinks to add, "My Lord." just as a precaution, though he isn't sure what this angel's title should be, lord was a good neutral ground.