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For @commander-anya

They never would've thought that an angel's comfort would be in the forefront of their mind and yet, there they were, noticing every single movement, glance, twitch of face muscles that could change an expression. "Pay no mind to Artem, he's a miserable old beast. You'll notice him lurking about, simply ignore him." Only pay attention to me. The door closed beside them, and Kiyan began to understand the look of awe with which Pik had glanced back at him, well, not him, but him. And for a moment, he felt naked. Vulnerable. Ashamed, even, of the state of his soul the angel was so obviously inspecting in that moment. He smiled. Or at least tried, to soothe them. "Surprise...?"

every soul was precious to the angel, and to witness kiyan’s in its current state was heartwrenching—a flickering light in a silent cave, fragile and needing safeguarding. ( or perhaps that’s just how pinnikolai would see it. ) their movement draws its eyes from the trance, features softening as it catches their smile, or tried one, noticing that they seem to be more concerned with how it’s feeling despite everything. ❛❛ [ ... ] yes. it is. ❜❜ they affirm before closing the space. hand not holding the plants already up and hovering in front of his chest, emitting a faint glow and radiating heat. ❛❛ may i ? ❜❜ they beg, meaning to block the breeze—a strong wall of warmth to promote healing. their magic was weaker in this realm by design. a powerful cocktail of sheer will and, well, kiyan, keeping their battery going. but it needed to do something. and this wouldn’t take much.

the puppy seems to be quite pleased to make pinnikolai's acquaintance — her tail continues to wag as they pick her up , causing her entire body to wiggle once she is nestled in its lap . ❛ i know you would not have done this without wanting to , but still . ❜ thanking his friend is the very least he can do and pik is not going to stop him from doing so . ❛ did you just turn the packaging into plant fertilizer ? that is smart , you could save the earth . ❜ cosimo teases as he steps closer to the two of them , taking a seat across from the seraphim as it gasps . ❛ i am so not going to apologize . you brought the fucking bows , now you have to deal with my reaction . ❜ but the grin on his lips is gentle and nefeli licks at pik's nose when they kiss her head . very content . the answer seems genuine and it warms his heart , more than he can say . ❛ i am pleased to hear that , pik . i truly am . ❜ one hand reaches out to squeeze its shoulder before he shrugs . ❛ improving . good . i cannot complain . ❜ a mixture of answers , but each of them is true . ❛ but that conversation can wait . ❜ the last thing he wants to do is to ruin this moment .

the archangel’s return draws its gaze, stardust-blended browns meeting his mismatched with a heartfelt nod. the hellhound puppy’s wiggles elicit a nose-crinkling grin, its eyes softening with her infectious enthusiasm. his tease ignites the golden flecks in their eyes, a playful smirk decorating their features. ❛❛ that responsibility falls to the mortals. but that doesn’t mean i can’t be of some assistance, ❜❜ pik affirms, voice gentle, curious if their confidant’s views on the mundane realm or its creatures had changed at all over the centuries. ❛❛ i believe they could certainly use it. ❜❜ cosimo’s refusal to apologize is foreseeable and prompts a hearty chuckle, cut short by a kiss on their nose. the seraph giggles, scratching nefeli’s head, shaking their own in amusement. ❛❛ i did bring them—and if little miss likes them, i’ll just have to bring even more, won’t i ? or just some more [ ... ] tnt ! ❜❜ attention shoots to the box, setting the bows down between them and pulling a red squeaky toy from it resembling a stick of dynamite, rolling it across to tap cosimo’s knee for nefeli. pinnikolai playfully shuts its eyes and sticks its fingers in its ears, reopening them after a human heartbeat. his gesture is met with a look of comfort, his shrug and answers: inquiry. ❛❛ that’s [ ... ] curious, ❜❜ pik notes, sorting and storing each answer individually, painfully aware of the rarity for either of them to feel unable to complain, let alone both simultaneously. ❛❛ and wonderful. ❜❜ it adds, studying him before returning to the puppy. ❛❛ i’ve yet to see leora and aurelius to congratulate them, but i plan to when they’ll have me. do you know how they and her siblings are doing ? ❜❜

SPN HIATUS CREATIONS 2019 // Week Ten ➤ ways to say i love you

it's an adorable sight , one that makes it hard to tell which one of them is more excited to meet the other . nefeli wags her tail as she dashes toward the seraph and she seems to be rather pleased to nibble the piece of raw meat whilst having her ears scratched . cosimo chuckles as he watches the two , shaking his head in amusement . ❛ you didn't have to . ❜ which does not mean that the archangel doesn't appreciate it very , very much — and the hellhound does too . her head perks up once she notices the surprise in pinnikolai's voice , tail wagging again . . . even if he groans . ❛ fucking bows . of course . this is brilliant . my wife is going to be delighted . ❜ isabella too , nefeli would not even have a choice . ❛ whatever you do , say nay . ❜ he tells the puppy as he steps closer , watching her as she sniffs them . ❛ thank you , pik . ❜ the blond pauses , mismatched eyes moving to one of his closest friends . an understatement , really . ❛ how have you been ? ❜

admittedly, once nefeli was within reach, it was never going to be easy to regain pik’s focus. the seraph settles down on the floor beside her, scooping her up and nestling her in its lap, hands gently brushing her back. yet, their brother’s voice- not voice, chuckle, strikes a very tender cord within, as it would, that has eyes shooting up to meet his lovingly, a grin forming. ❛❛ it was really more of a pleasure and an honor than a task. ❜❜ they assure, keeping their gaze in the archangel’s. fingers had already freed the bows from their packaging, tossing the waste over their shoulder, appearing as plant fertilizer as it leaves the angel’s hands landing in another location, and they begin playing with the accessory’s elasticity, showing nefeli inquiringly, humming and cooing to her as fingers comb through fur. cosimo’s reaction draws an affectionate laugh from pik, following a soft gasp as palms move to cover the puppy’s ears, mouth agape in mock surprise. ❛❛ you’re going to stand there, in front of her and me, the one who brought the fucking bows, and tell me that violet is the only one who can appreciate how darling and deadly she’d be with them in her hair ? no, i won’t accept that. apologize. ❜❜ it kisses the top of her head, hands slipping from ears to caress the sides of her face and return to her back. his question shifts their focus. while they keep him updated regularly, they don’t always get to share moments like this. they acknowledge it but don’t linger, too busy savoring it. ❛❛ i’ve been [ ... ] very content. ❜❜ it recognizes, its smile spreading in thought over the events of the past several months. the air around pinnikolai is loving, honest. it’s always this way in cosimo’s presence, even at their worst. ❛❛ how about you ? ❜❜

"Go away, you wretched thing! Shoo! By the Devil, you're hideous!" Artem slid back into the shadows with only a soft hum of offense, though Kiyan couldn't care less as he stopped, fixed his hair and clothes and then opened the door. He hated how he liked the feeling of whatever was happening in his chest at the sight of the angel standing in front of him. "You came!" He stated the obvious, then stood back to let them enter, only noticing the flowers in their hand a moment later. "Oh, you sweet thing, you shouldn't have-"

eyes were skimming the entrance, idly tracing intricate designs when muffles emerged from the other side. a brow arches, focus trailing down to the ornate door handle as it jostles, and the very instant kiyan falls into view, a wave of euphoria, his greeting summoning their smile. ❛❛ yes ! i- [ ... ] i hope this isn’t a bad time. ❜❜ they watch him as he steps back, following him in, head turning, still watching. though the interior had been presented to them, kiyan, himself, and the air of whatever just happened had pinnikolai glancing toward the shadows, where that air had trailed off in, before looking back to him. only the two eyes had strayed to follow that feeling. the others have been wide open, dissecting them, affectionately, like a specimen under scrutiny. that glimmer- it was [ ... ] him. unmistakably so. no. no, no. not him. him. ❛❛ your soul [ ... ] ❜❜ the angel interrupts. lips part as its eyes grow to gaze endlessly into theirs, wanting a closer look. ❛❛ it’s true ? ❜❜ its voice is heavy with concern, brows knitting, hearing the hurt, remaining motionless, staring.

It was almost embarrassing how taken Kiyan felt by them, their hitched breaths and wide eyes, the way both of their bodies fell into the rhythm of their waltz. Dancing became second nature to them. As if they'd been going through the same choreography for millennia. The question that fell from the angel's lips prompted his smile into a grin, intrigued by the answer already in his mind. Desire was the very thing that came hand in hand with his sin. It was innate. It was easy to grab onto. It was even easier to contort and corrupt. But Kiyan wasn't made up of his sin alone. Pinnikolai would remind him time and time again. "...Their dreams." He answered after a while, not afraid of the way their conversation wasn't private at all. One could argue desire and dream were one and the same. He would counter that the two were sisters, albeit one a lot louder than the other. But that was the nature of siblings.

the demon’s hum ripples through its chest, eyes lidding slightly as it absorbs the vibrations. searching his gaze, upon his return, comfort gradually gives way to concern, brows furrowing. that wasn’t the first time he suggested that pinnikolai might be near him for something that it hopes to gain, or along the lines of; ill intent. to kiyan’s credit, it hasn’t been very plainspoken about its intentions, finding it easier to express them through its actions, and what it was trying to convey here was far grander than just a desire for a single dance with him. ❛❛ i’m an angel; i don’t need to be incentivized to speak the truth. but i can do it louder. ❜❜ they confirm, the stars in their eyes burning brighter. attention lingers on the sin lovingly as they thought. their answer ignites its curiosity, the smile on its face fading. brows knit gently as it studies them. yes. pinnikolai agreed. the two were quite different—and from their time watching mortals, their notes would tell you passion is what they’ve ascertained from desire, and dream: hope. both dangerous but vital, as the absence of either could weaken the human soul. the sin’s essence pours out in his choices, compelling them to stare. loving kiyan had been easy for pik. all of kiyan. quickly. ( perhaps that’s why this has been so bracing. ) and yet [ ... ] he could be lying in hopes of gaining something himself ? but that just doesn’t make it in; thoughts already filled to the brim with what they want: simply him. hidden wings had already folded down in quiet surrender. it doesn’t forget where they are; in fact, it’s what encourages it. the only thing it fears being not expressing how it feels. eyes fall upon them in a turn, whispers and glances as the angel kneels down before the demon. dress tails and turncoats move around, creating space as more beings take notice, the dance floor stilling, music halting. a deadset gaze on hell’s floor, with the grip on his hand keeping as gentle as it had before their disruption. soft caress of his thumb, then its slipping to set on its knee properly. another moment [ ... ] before eyes are moving back up to find kiyan’s.

Well.. that he could do. The same thing as before, stuck in a small enclosed space once again, the distance between them non-existent. Except this time, the angel did not need as much of a temptation to enjoy it. And they had all the time in the world. Until the owner of the house would find them again. "Is that all?" He asked after a while, mischief sparking in his eyes as he turned his head to look at the angel again. "There are so much more things you could want from me."

bright eyes aglow with affection, lashing wildly like solar flares off of a sun as kiyan’s echo graces ears. their attention sweeps his features as his smile shifts, its gentleness shaping their own. it’s true; pinnikolai hadn’t doubted their reply or searched for deceitful cues, trusting their honesty. but that the demon could lie, like it, was a truth that the angel knew assuredly. that they would ? ignorance ( even if they had ) [ ... ] among the things it’d been guilty of. the angel’s smile mirrors the demon’s laughter fading into an attentive pause, touch lingering, studying kiyan carefully [ ... ] before proceeding. its gaze flickers down to their hands, replaying their words in its mind as its cheeks burn brightly. despite its inexperience, pinnikolai grasps his not-so-subtle implications—its lack of wanting, not opposing it to the idea. ❛❛ [ ... ] how does this feel ? ❜❜ they shift their wrist, keeping eyes down on hand in entangled hand, their knuckles now caressing every finger. they clock that confusion, dark browns chasing as greens look away. ❛❛ yes, but [ ... ] you don’t seem to know why, do you ? ❜❜ they tilt their head, curious, just not having anticipated it. focus falls down to their hands again; pik brings them up, still glued, seeking kiyan’s attention behind them before pressing the back of their hand against its cheek and closing its eyes. kiyan’s question echoes internally, the spark of mischief in their eyes meeting the affectionate one in theirs bracingly, with that feeling, again, washing over feathers suddenly. ❛❛ there are things you could want from me too, ❜❜ they assure, attentive eyes staying in his [ ... ] before they’re arbitrarily drawn to the interior of the bathroom, again, remembering. ❛❛ though i’m not sure how i’ll get it to you if it’s anything outside of the trap we’re in. ❜❜

Doctor Who | 2.03 - "School Reunion"