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You know, it is hard if you watched RoB first and then start GBF becauseā¦..all that Luci faces aaaaah!!! Not bad at all but urgh so confusing~ @~@

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Wing Feels
That itch where they used to be that you canāt quite scratch
Being so cold bc you used to wrap them around you for warmth
Not being able to convey your emotions without the body language of wings
Not being able to wrap them around your partner
just missing them SO MUCH
hirĀ·aeth
/āhir,Äeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
lucio and lucifer
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā§ Ā ć godscent ć
ć天åøćĀ The initial shock was an experience the current overseer could never forget.Ā The acceptance of death was a process, the lingering nostalgia of coffee was his dependence āĀ a way of coping.Ā He had made a promise to stay alive and protect the sky world.Ā His vengeance was a personal affair, something he kept all to himself.Ā He could prepare for the future as the new leader of the archangels, despite feeling as though he was not worthy of taking such a title.Ā He had created a small bond with the captain of the Grandcypher, although there was still quite a bit of distance between them.Ā He hadnāt expected a lot from the crew and ship, he especially hadnāt expected to become a server for anyone interested in coffee.Ā It had become somewhat of a norm for him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And so when the previous overseer of the sky was found on the Grandcypher, unconscious and supposedly wingless, Sandalphonās inner world was shaken at its very core.Ā Heād deny the tears from that day, deny how vulnerable he felt when he collapsed to his knees āĀ to cradle the unconscious angel into his arms.Ā Heād even deny the suspicion afterwards, after knowing someone like Lucio, another shock in his life.Ā One couldnāt be too careful, and he was especially on edge with those who appeared too much like the one he cared for the most.Ā He had accepted his fate, he had accepted his purpose. Ā It was all a way to push aside the nightmares he dreamt of and the addiction to coffee was his saviour during sleepless nights.Ā He was meant to keep his promise, only to be forced into a new situation.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It had only been a short while since that day a couple weeks or so ago.Ā The circumstances of Luciferās existence and being found on the Grandcypher was truly a mystery.Ā His aura was the same as it always been, although in weaker form.Ā Whatever happened had left him in a strange condition, and Sandalphon had made it his duty to keep him safe.Ā One could say it was guilt that led him to become protective, but there was more to it than that.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was also the hidden emotions engraved in his core.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā With uncertainty written on his face, he stood in his room, arms crossed as his pale-haired friend sat on his bed in front of him.Ā This was the room he shared with him, but the younger archangel would always sleep alone.Ā If Lucifer had been resting, then heād find another place to rest, or not rest at all.Ā At the moment there was an uneasy silence, an aftermath of what had happened earlier.Ā He had returned from a battle, only to hear news about Lucifer wandering to the deck.Ā The captain had expressed his worries to the archangel, prompting him to give his fellow a visit.Ā Their silence will not linger any more as Sandalphon furrowed his brows with worry and his lips parted with hesitation.Ā Finally, a voice filled the air in a tensed manner.
ćĀ Ā Wandering around alone, even on the Grandcypher, might be dangerous in your statećĀ I urge you to consider your positionćĀ ćĀ His words didnāt come off in attempt to harshly reprove, but he made sure he sounded serious yet gentle.Ā He kept his own emotions in check, his demeanour especially calm despite his inner struggle.Ā It was a step forward from how he acted when his friend had supposedly died a while ago.Ā But now there was no time to drift oneās mind into the past.Ā He had to focus on the present before him, now that everything has changed.
ćĀ Ā Lucifer-samaćĀ ć
For a while now his eyes were set upon the brunet; light blue shining brightly, briming with joy at the sight of the younger stand before him. Lucifer seemed entirely unfazed by Sandalphonās tensed posture or his change in visage, the worry and concern visible through furrowed brows and crossed arms. Not even once it came to his mind that perhaps he had done something he should not have, leaving the safety of the room in search of the only thing he wanted to lay his eyes on since the day he was sent to walk this damned world yet again.
Lightly his head tilts, a little expectant at what the other had to say to him. He knew Sandalphon, knew that there was something he wanted to say yet did hold back saying, being evasive for whatever reason Lucifer could not comprehend. Often he wondered why the smaller did hold back, why he seemed almost reluctant to be around him. He did not know what had been over the time he had been gone. The new Supreme Primarch was the only one who knew and could tell him, what those mesmerizing red eyes had seen and those soft fingers had felt, or who those people were he had met on his journey that had led him to where he was now. The younger would not tell him, however, for reasons that - for the first time in his long life - made the winter-haired feel a kind of uncertainty he was not used to at all.
Right when he had decided to be as open to the younger angel as he possibly could be. Right when he wanted to finally be his equal and be to him as they were the same.
ā You were gone for so long. I wondered... ā
It is then when he is trying to explain his reason that his voice quivers and loses in volume, his gaze wandering and he finding himself pausing. So many thoughts suddenly swamped his head; pondering whether he even had the right to wonder and worry as he had, fearing to sound as thought he did not trust into the power the brunet now held or how he did wield it. Sandalphon could very well look after himself.
And still the time he had to wait for his return had been unbearable. Every single second of it. Unable to be with him, to watch over every step he made and every breath he took. Unable to take in the sight of the one most precious and instead being confined into this small wooden coffin did take its tool upon his sanity. He did not care about this room or what was in it, nor about what lay outside of it scattered on this flying vessel. He did not care about those inhabiting it as much as he perhaps once did.Ā No, able to be back again... this was a chance. A chance Lucifer did want to take advantage of. He wanted to see him. Talk to him. Being able to be close to him and mayhaps even hold him, if Sandalphon would allow him to. Nothing else mattered to him anymore.
ā I wanted to see you. ā
You cling tightly to your halo, leaning forward more than you should dare to, nothing but myself and empty space below you. Are you so afraid to fall? I hold your hands in mine, gaze with love into your eyes.
Just a bit farther, and youād fall. From grace, into love.
Just a bit farther and you could kiss me.

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031. ā Slam my muse against a wall
It shouldnāt even come as a surprise anymore that ānaturallyā he was the last one to find out. He knew it was no oneās fault but his own, having agreed upon separating from the crew momentarily to trace a lead that, inevitably, ran cold. Only after he returned to the marked rendezvous locationā only then was Sandalphon greeted and faced with what felt like a physical blow of ends and beginnings.
As if understanding the silent emotions that were bubbling and making their way to the surface, the Singularity and their crew stepped out to give them some privacy, even though Sandalphon barely gave notice to their presence once he moved inside. His focus was tunneled in, all senses honed straight for the man that stood before him. Standing just as regal as he remembered, he couldnāt tell if reality was closing in on him through delusion. Was this a dream? Was he back inside Luciferās core, living through moments of drizzled pleasures before they drifted through an endless space in time? Or was this another nightmareā the lingering heat enclosed in his arms before weight lifted, departed, leaving him both empty and full.
Sandalphonās breaths quickened, a pounding in his core that pulsed and wavered as his vision darkened around the edges. His body moved before he could comprehend it; two fist fulls of a dark collar before he slammed the larger body back. The impact shook along his own forearms, but his fingers only tightened even more, the barest hint of tears forming along the corners of his eyes as he choked out the words, āTell me⦠this is real?ā
He allows himself to remain silent for the time being, both at the ungentle welcome delivered through a rough shoving of his body against the wall behind him and the miserable voice almost cracking, as it did sound to him, both coming from the umber-haired male tightly holding him by his collar.
Lucifer does not move. There is no need for him to, despite being trapped between wall and the younger Primarch. In truth he did not want it any other way. How long had it been since the day they had parted on unfriendly terms. How long since the last day they both had sat in calm, finding joy in each otherās company even if no word had been spoken. The days they had been sitting in the gardens a memory so distant yet so prominent in his mind almost nothing else mattered, as he stood there looking into tear-filled eyes of the soul he loved.
ā Sandalphon⦠ā
He too began, only to quickly fall silent with his hand frozen mid-air, still not daring to reach further and touch the other ā no matter how much he wanted to brush away tears with a single nuckle. Instead blue eyes avert their focus to the clothing the other wore, as if the fabric itself held the answer to the question he had been asked.
Lucifer did not know. The last thing he remembered being the numbing pain throbbing in his side before everything went black. Yet whether this was real or just another of these fever dreams, what did it matter? Whether he would disappear the following night the second he would close his eyes, or ray to be able to see another day by the Supreme Primarchs side. As long as he stood with Sandalphon, was that not all that should be?
ā It is what you want it to be. ā
was thinking that maybe his feather boa is made w his own feathersā¦ā¦.
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The taller is quick to lean in; hand lifted and reaching for the Archangelās shoulder which ends trapped between long fingers in a tight grip, used to not only keep the smaller frame in place but at the same time forbid it from moving ā especially from moving away.
There was no way he could hold back, seeing Sandalphon make such a face. A huff is given, followed by his tongue going for the other angelās mouth, tasting one corner of it first before settling on his upper lip rather, giving it another slow lick in order to properly take in both sensation and taste. Curiosity lingering for millennia is far from sated however, so the Supreme Primarch shows by making use of his free hand and reaching for the other oneās chin he did grab firmly too to now keeping the brunetās head in place as well, before using his fingers to pry open his mouth which he was now quick to invade with his tongue rather than keep licking skin over and over again.
How long has he waited for this moment, holding the smaller being against himself, doing what those skydwellers did to one another if they were close. and was that not what those two were as well: as close as two could possibly be, holding back much more than Lucifer dared to show this very moment. Those urges and primal desires making his muscles stiffen even now and his body drown in tension it had him wonder Sandalphon did not complain by now about how firmly he was grabbing him. Then again, he possibly could not, standing there silenced by his very tongue before the taller Primarch decided to take it a step further and press lips onto even softer lips to fully seal their mouths.
Did kissing like this always steal so much air from ones lungs, he wonders, a his hand finally lets go of the smaller angelsās chin, only for fingers to travel lower ā feeling smooth skin all the way down Sandalphonās throat before coming to trace the brunetās collarbones. He was so pretty. Why was he so pretty? Driving his desires wild every damn moment he made time to visit; even when only briefly seen and they did not even manage to exchange a single word. Why was it that only when with Sandalphon everything within him seemed everything but calm and silent, the complete opposite of his usual tranquil state when he was around everyone else. Why was this kiss even after just such a short time already not enough anymore and the heat inside him only rising.
Giving another huff he finally breaks free; ice-blue eyes take in the sight of the male before him standing still and unmoving. Had he not liked it, him showing so openly how he truly felt? How deeply he cared? Had he been too bold perhaps, or rather too forcing? Lucifer feels his heart skip a beat, panick slowly growing inside him causing actual fear to appear. Fear of being gone too far and ultimately animating the other to cast him aside for good. Frustrated his hand reaches out and grasps nothing, only for Lucifer to finally awake from his deep slumber with a wince; eyes wide. So it had been just a dream. Again.
His breath came in a slow exhale as he approached the other, a hand slowly reached out to touch a crimson ribbon that draped over his shoulders. He wrapped it around his fingers, admiring its silky-soft texture, as if it were a prayer he clung to so dearly, before two words passed his lips. "I'm sorry..."
ā Ah? ā
Unaware of any possible wrong the younger could have done his voice is slightly rising in tone in audible surprise. There is a desire to ask, to question what it is the brunet was apologizing for. Instead the taller-grown remained silent and too the opportunity to cast his focus upon Sandalphon entirely, taking in how close it was he stood and eye slender fingers playing with soft red fabric Lucifer wondered what was so interesting about it.
ā You do not have to be. ā