PeculiarSasha

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

He notices the change in her breathing against his chest, and looks down. Right into her bright green eyes.
"You chose the right moment to wake up, little thing. Keep an eye out for me, will you? Can't let them see us, I think they don't know we escaped yet." He keeps his voice low, barely above a rumbling whisper, vibrating deeply in his chest. He leans against the wall, taking slow deep breaths, concentrating on whatever he can hear. Clattering of metal on metal, heavy leather boots on stone floors... And the soft, regular breathing of the girl in his arms.
He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, trying to concentrate on the important bits. Metal on metal, boots on stone.. And he can't tell if they are coming closer or walking away.

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

He frowns as he watches what's going on, before reminding himself that he needs to keep going. Just because no guards have shown up yet, doesn't mean they won't. The hallways seem to be endless, dragging on and on, bending and turning seemingly at random. He keeps listening to any possible sound, but there is nothing but the eerie quiet of a deserted ruin, which while welcome at the moment promises bigger problems later on. There was no way in heaven or in hell that the humans who had captured him would just leave him behind, that wasn't like them. ... And whatever he had taken with him from his cell, she didn't seem to be something they would give up that easily, either.
The lights had fully cocooned her now, visible yet sheer, and the rosy color coming back into her cheeks making her look so much more alive already.
Finally, another staircase upwards, and beyond it, another corridor, but this time littered with doors. And noises. So someone was here after all.

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

He tightens his grip as he feels her body go limp, cursing under his breath. He shifts her into a more comfortable position, then peers out into the hallway. Empty, for now. He starts moving, thankful for his bare feet even on the dirty floor, steps so much more quiet than they would be otherwise. There is a staircase on his left, leading upwards, and hopefully outwards, and noone in sight. He doesn't pause to think of the possible implications.
Shadows wrap around him as he moves, and it's almost comforting, almost reassuring, if it weren't for the girl in his arms. The girl that, despite everything, always seems to draw even the dimmest source of light towards her, even in the dimness of this dungeon.
Once he's upstairs, it gets worse. There are windows now, high up above his head, and even though the sunlight streaming through doesn't reach the stone floor, the little thing in his arms seems to be wrapped in a halo of bright light, almost. Glowing?

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

He needs to leave, make his escape now before his captors can realize that he escaped their devil's trap. But he doesn't move, eyes locked onto the girl on the ground. How pathetic she looks, dirty and broken. When he'd woken up, chained and trapped, she'd already been there. And even if he left the cell unlocked, she'd have no way to get out on her own. He wonders, for a moment, what the guards might do to her, if they found him gone. Do with her.
He shouldn't care. He shouldn't be wasting his time with her. But there was something.. Something about the little, frail thing, weak and helpless, utterly dependent on his mercy- just how he'd been dependent on her.
Shaking his head, he steps forward, towards the door. Now that he has his powers back, it's barely an obstacle to force it open - but it will be loud. He can only hope that this is some deep down dungeon, one that is secured so well that there'd only be a single guard or two.
Just a guard or two, so no witnesses when they get to the girl..
The thought crosses his mind before he can stop it, and he scrunches his eyes closed for a moment.There is no time.

In one swift movement, he breaks down the door, the crash echoing down the empty corridor. Then he turns, crouches down, his arms wrapping around the girl's back and legs - she's so light he barely notices her weight as he lifts her up, and so skinny that he can feel every bone.
"Hold on tight. We're leaving."

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

The pentagram is broken. Finally. A slow grin creeps onto his face. He can feel power surge through himself even as he wraps his hands around the chains that bind them. Just a moment ago, the metal had cut deeply into his skin, now it is barely any obstacle anymore. He cannot get the cuffs off, they are too tight around his wrists - but the chains were broken, noisly falling to the ground behind him.
He rolls his shoulders, briefly trying to remove the stiffness in his back, then takes a step forward. And halts.
There, right beside him on the ground, lay the little thing that had set him free - pale, weak, more dead than alive.
She'll just slow me down, he thinks to himself. And yet.. He hesitates.

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

He watches her keenly, following her every movement with his eyes. A frail little thing, he thinks, but she'll suffice. Another slow breath, and he tries to make his voice sound more stable, less rough, tries to hide how he too is weakened.
"See that devil's trap on the floor, little thing?"
As id to emphasize, he nods towards the ground, unsure if she can even see in the darkness of their prison, his chains clinking with every movement.
"I need you to open it for me. Just a little bit. Can you do that?"

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

The new cell is dark, damp, and dirty. The white chalk they used to draw the pentagram a stark contrast to the cold, rough stonework under his feet. Silver chains cut into his wrists, almost sharp enough to draw blood. He takes a slow breath, then another, and another.
"Hey, you."
His voice is raspy, low, barely above a whisper.
"Can you do me a favor?"

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

One more thing:
How do you do your formatting?
Narration straight, dialogue in quotation marks, or anything more fancy than that?

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

Yeah, exactly.
But she'd be so weakened by the darkness that she can't make it on her own, and the demon would have to assist her

AngelxDemon {DayzeeLewis1121+PeculiarSasha}

That then poses tze question:
We know they've been captured by a group of humans, how are they being held, and how do they get their chance to escape?
My suggestion would be:
Your angel is sensitive to being held in darkness, that's where my demon is strongest, but he can be trapped by a devil's trap (sigil on the ground). If they're held in the same cell or something, he could ask the angel - not knowing her nature yet - to break the sigil on the ground, which would allow him to break free