'Hello~ Trickster!'

Gabriel could almost see waves of annoyance coming off the other Archangel; yet despite the fact that he easy could, the other didn’t try to shove him away, his bitting retort lacking all the bite.

It felt… not familiar, because he had long since forgotten what family was like; but rather cozy. 

It felt warm.

‘ … Well, so much for that. ’ The thought entered his mind as he scrunched his nose, turning his head to try to get away from the icy air without moving from his spot, settling for trying to cover Lucifer’s mouth with his hand instead.

“ Air conditioning included, how fancy. ”

Although Lucifer didn´t want to admit it to himself, he enjoyed what he and Gabriel were doing here. Just playing pranks, being children. It felt good. Although he seemed to be annoyed, he was enjoying this very much.

With squinted eyes he let his own wings appear, but unlike Gabriel, he showed his true wings in all their dark beauty. The former white feathers had turned black during his time in Hell, but he was still proud of them. One wing pushed the younger archangel off him, and the sight of HIM being on his back now educed an amused chuckle from him, followed by a snap of his fingers. While a lot of snow began to fall on Gabriel out of nowhere, Lucifer let his wings disappear again. With an arm he propped up his head and watched the scene before him.

“And sudden weather changes as well. What a service, isn´t it?”

That being said, the second high-pitched sound as snow fell on him was real, if muffled. Too distracted by the enticing sight of wings to recall to just not let himself feel the cold the archangel endured it as he shook his body uselessly try to get rid of it. 

His retaliation came in the form of a snow ball aiming for his smug face, yet the full blown attack that had been first planned was cut off as he looked at Lucifer again. The tip of Gabriel’s nose was red, but he didn’t seem to be feeling the freezing bite of snow anymore, making it vanish with a wave of his hand.

“ Hey- ”

Gabriel sounded distracted, a tad hesitant perhaps. He was smiling, though. His fingers twitched.

A hand was put near his ear as he leaned forwards, rolling his eyes upwards mockingly as he spoke in a singsong voice.

“ What? Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of defeat. ”

Childishly pushing the limits was something he did often, and the resulte were fifty-fifty. He knew how much Lucifer hated to be laughed at, and hence he took quick action before things could escalate by moving a wing right in front of the other as a distraction. 

They disappeared as fast as they came, but only after he sat on Lucifer’s bent knees weight leaning forwards and hands on the other’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall should the other move his legs.

“ I think I can start to think ‘bout forgiving you for stealing my chair yesterday; this one’s much better. ”

The word ´defeat´ was clearly an exaggeration and caused the archangel to laugh. He knew better. And just when Lucifer thought Gabriel was done with his antics for today, he had another thing coming his way.

Maybe Gabriel saw it, but his left eye twitched there for a second, in anger, as he realized what his younger brother just dared to do. Like this situation wasn´t already embarassing enough. Thank the absent Father no one was seeing this to be honest.

“Don´t get used to it though…I´m far too busy to be your chair.”

It felt... not familiar, because he had long since forgotten what family was like; but rather cozy. 

It felt warm.

‘ ... Well, so much for that. ’ The thought entered his mind as he scrunched his nose, turning his head to try to get away from the icy air without moving from his spot, settling for trying to cover Lucifer’s mouth with his hand instead.

Back in heaven the lower-level angels used to say Gabriel’s grace, his ‘song’, was the most beautiful sound in creation beneath his Father’s { and since half of them never even got a glimpse even more so } ; yet the muffled melody of Lucifer’s ass hitting the ground as he fell backwards was unparalleled as far as the former messenger was concerned.

He made sure to look down on his brother, one wing slightly stretched as he made a show of smugly brushing the non-existent particles of dirt off of clear feathers.

“ I’d say I did. ”

He looked ridiculously proud of himself, mirth shinning in golden eyes that were very clearly laughing at Lucifer. 

“ I gotta’ admit it, tho; you do look good on your back. ”

As much as seeing Gabriel´s mirth cheered Lucifer up, just as annoying was his whole situation to be honest, because normally the archangel was used to being superior and it was clearly shown in his eyes. Well, but Gabriel was allowed to have this short moment of victory. To look down on him. Just this once.

He sat up to look up at his little brother with a mischievous smirk on his face as he watched him brushing off the ´dirt´.

“Oh, I always look good. Especially when I get my sweet revenge…”

“ What? Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of defeat. ”

Childishly pushing the limits was something he did often, and the resulte were fifty-fifty. He knew how much Lucifer hated to be laughed at, and hence he took quick action before things could escalate by moving a wing right in front of the other as a distraction. 

They disappeared as fast as they came, but only after he sat on Lucifer’s bent knees weight leaning forwards and hands on the other’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall should the other move his legs.

An eye twitch, lips curling downwards as his eyes slightly narrowed. An affronted scowl settled on his face even if Lucifer couldn’t see it.

He resisted temptation for all of three seconds.

Then there was a loud ripping sound and the older Archangel found himself with a face full of golden wings, mouth full of feathers. The appendages were both sudden and big enough to squarely sucker punch his brother in- well, everywhere.

{ those weren’t his real wings, just a VERY USEFUL manifestation of them. Even so, he wouldn’t have dared to do this had this been anyone else. }

“ Ha! “

It was a part of his job description of being one of the oldest creations around, that Lucifer was a dick who thought he was better than almost anyone. Plus teasing his favorite little brother had always been fun, and it still was. However, he KNEW Gabriel was not a fighter, but he probably went a tiny bit too far today.

He actually fought back today, huh?

                              –  Oh shit–!  –

And it took him totally by surprise. Before he could even try to step back, he got hit literally everywhere and pushed to the ground harshly. It must have been satisfying to hear the impact as Lucifer hit the ground and the sound of the air getting knocked out of his vessel, because it didn´t happen all too often. The pain only lasted for a few seconds and he already found time for a laugh again.

“It seems today I have certainly hit ´the right spot´, wouldn´t you agree?”

He made sure to look down on his brother, one wing slightly stretched as he made a show of smugly brushing the non-existent particles of dirt off of clear feathers.

“ I’d say I did. ”

He looked ridiculously proud of himself, mirth shinning in golden eyes that were very clearly laughing at Lucifer. 

Then again the messenger wasn’t known for his bravery, and if he were to change that at any point he was sure the seraph wouldn’t be his chosen role model. His supposed ‘courage’ has long since ran over the line of having noself-preservation.

“ Well if it isn’t the universe to blame, then it’s you. Because I’m sure as hell- oh sorry; as heaven- oh whoops, not that one either- ”

If the bitterness on his voice was anything to go by, the sorry was anything but sincere.

“ I’m one hundred and ten percent sure I would have been ecstatic not to have to see you and your daddy issues ever again. ”

After Gabriel’s retreating steps, Lucifer remained in place – not wanting him to leave if he ventured any closer. It wasn’t as if the reason for the recoil was unknown to him, rather it came pushing through to the front of his mind.

He hadn’t changed all that much, not where temperament of word was concerned. Still, it was perhaps a tad unsettling for both of them – only not in the same sense. But this, meeting up once again, it seemed inevitable.

“By that I’ll assume your standpoint hasn’t altered. I am not to blame for this – although, I won’t pretend I’m uninterested.”

The sarcasm was overlooked, let unremarked upon due to the situation at hand.

“ I have no standpoint here. I’ve had enough of this catfight ‘till you feather heads stop runnin’ around with pointy objects that somehow end up getting stuck in my vessel. ”

Catch up.... That sounded ominous and foreboding... and Gabriel didn’t like it one single bit.

“ Glad huh? Well that makes one of us. ”

Then again, nothing of that whole sentence was to his liking. Prefer? Since when had his preferences had place on this game? If he were to chose he’d pick to have a family. He’d pick for dad to be back. He’d want for celestial grace to be inside vessels and not burnt in the shape of wings on the floor.

Pandora actually scoffed - scoffed at an angel! She’d be pissed she did that when she went to bed later - and smiled at him. Yes, when Biel first came, she had been stunned. Most angels just-… Well? Appeared. They didn’t actually use the door most of the time. That had been the shock. Looking up from the mail on the dining room table to see who had walked in. And they had wings.

That had been forever ago, though. And while there was powerful warding on the house - against dark magic, demons, all that nasty stuff - she was always thankful to have a little extra firepower around. And an angel? One of the most powerful weapons in Creation? They were welcome whenever they wanted. Except for Metatron. Fuck that guy. 

“Alright, alright. Be still, your poor broken heart. Come on, all of you. Come help me set the table.” Some grumbled that the game would be on soon, but she wasn’t having it. “Up, off your asses. Record the stupid game. We’re having cake.”

Even if he was welcome, she wasn’t insane. Or stupid. She had used her abilities to look up and see if there was an angel named Biel. And there was! The Angel of South Flowing Water. (What? How extra is that.)

But Biel had died. Years ago.

In the Fall.

So, who was this guy? Truthfully, she had no idea. When he wasn’t here she was going through her books that identified angels by their wing shape and color. Nothing matched. Maybe that was why he used the door to come into the home. Maybe he was one of the youngest in Creation.

The archangel was comfortable. There was someone here to keep on his radar, yes, but since he was already aware who it was beforehand and he knew to be one step ahead he allowed himself to relax and rest for a while, which was exceptionally rare outside his safe houses { and even those were used rarely, due to their intended purpose } .

 “ You got any sweet stuff? Besides yourself, I mean. ”

His cheeky reply was emphasized by a grin and a wink, and he looked like be was barely refraining himself from ‘finger-gunning’ her just to add a little spice to the show.

“ Apparently I said ‘I need a break’ and just passed out for three decades. ”

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