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Castle in the Sky | @teamyellboss​

“With the way you fell from the sky, I thought you might be an angel or something.“

“Your feathers would make the most comfortable pillow to be honest with you…” Sandalphon held the gifted feather close to him, as if he were afraid to loose it. A small smile finally crossing his features again he looked out at the trees basking in how peaceful it was with just them there.

Despite the look on his face he was extremely thankful to have a feather of Lucifer’s that wasn’t attached to his own back. Even now he knew he didn’t deserve them, or anything else from Lucifer to be honest. “I suppose I shall have to start collecting the ones that fall out. Maybe have some turned into quills for you.”

“Oh… I this came out while I was out last. I want you to have it.” The Supreme offered a long brown feather with white rings on it, one of the ones from his own wings. He seemed rather embarrassed at this act trying to keep his gaze off of the other. 

“I am happy to hear you say that.” He smiled brightly seeing how the other smiled and perked up. Sparrow wings seemed to flutter a bit even. “I should bring you to the cafe some time. The others would love to see you.” Perhaps Lucio would as well. Lucifer really did seem like the perfect copy of the Speaker, even if it was Lucilius that was the true copy.

“Are you sure? Alright….” He turned and proceeded to make another cup for him. “Is there anything that I need to do to make it better?” He asked as he set the cup in front of Lucifer. Having the other back was honestly a relief to him. Now he understood why Lucifer found solace in speaking with him. If he needed advice, or just to hear the words “everything is alright” he could.

⌠❖⌡ "Sandalphon, may I try some more of your coffee?" It had been some time since he had revived back into this world, long enough that the white wings that had been given back had restored his mana imbalance and he was able to properly move on his own once more. While he did not take back the role of Supreme Primarch and he was not used to not working day in and day out, it was something he didn't mind doing if it meant he was able to spend more time with the one person he held most dear to his core.

Castle in the Sky | @the-thread-of-muses​

“Tell me the spell. What are the secret words?“ Sandalphon of course - just easy to impress when it comes to Lucifer~

⌠❖⌡ Time has long since passed when the Fallen Angel's clashed with the Skydwellers of the realm and Lucilius's plan foiled, a goodbye that would last till the end of time then on top nothingness. While he has taken to caring for the coffee trees while here there was no way to know just how much time had passed, hours turned into days, weeks, months, perhaps even years have gone by without the Primarch even realizing. Silently watching from his seat out into the garden he and Sandalphon once shared often, there was not much to do nor think about besides work on perfecting his art of coffee even further than before. There were times where he had longed to be back with the other's, to see their smiling faces again and witness how the world was doing without the Primaches being tied down to their roles now ceded over to nature. 

If they were all living better lives not that they did not find themselves trapped beneath the Astral's thumbs, but, that was not to ever be. ... Right? There's knocking at the door leading into the room, causing a moments pause as blue hues slid over. ... No ones ever knocked before, what could this be? Setting the cup down before him a flash of another chair that was kept in pristine condition with a cup before it, a red ribbon flaring in its way as he walked to the door and opened it. A flash of white and what used to be a silent world broke into one of sound, unexpected, but not unwelcomed even if he had fallen over his own two feet when the weight of manifestation hit him like a skyship. Much had to be relearned in that time, how to walk without the weight of his wings, how to deal with a sufficient lack of mana that made him weaker than he used to be with his wings being mortal was rather... 

Interesting, but he wasn't complaining and learned how to coexist with his weaknesses, with a cane in hand and three swords still by his side Lucifer has taken to traveling through the skies to see what has become of this place without his knowing that five years and a few months had passed in that time. ... So it was quite the surprise to see just who he had nationally run into during this time, a cloak covering his shoulders with its hood pulled up, black choker around his neck to hide a terrible scar no mere man can live from he stood and stared before speaking. 

"Hello, Belial..."

⌠❖⌡ Well then, it’s a good thing he is used to this fact then isn’t he? So, being kitty stuck is no problem to the once Supreme Primarch, he shall simply give her the pets and attention she seeks even if the scenery is different does not mean their friendship has changed.

With a band around his neck to hide the quite obvious mark, he was left to wander freely upon the world where he could not do so before always being so busy maintaining order and peace for nature the best he could. So, imagen his surprise when he runs into someone out here, not just anybody either as the Primarch pauses and stares in disbelief. "Lucilius..?" That is all he could assume upon seeing the other's appearance, unknowing just how wrong he was.