𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒

REMEMBRANCE || AMARA & MICHAEL

@sparenone

“You!” She exclaims, the demeanor of this particular archangel recognizable to her regardless of vessel he inhabited or the form he took. “You helped seal me away. What do you want from me?”

~~

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑, but Lucifer did. Power spiking against the sigiled bindings, eyes glowing– But Michael’s words took him aback, surprised him. Lucifer scoffed. 

❝Talk? After all this time, you just want to talk?❞ It made no sense to him, and he shook his head. ❝What if I don’t want to hear anything you think you have to say?❞ What could Michael tell him that would ease his anger, his rage? His… intense emotions at everything that had transpired? 

❝You’ve wanted to fight for the longest time, no matter what I said. Why should I believe you now, that all you’re looking for is a conversation?❞

@sparenone​

                  michael  had  changed  a  bit .  being  in  hell  brought  out  a  lot  of  realizations  and  that  perhaps  he  could  set  aside  destiny  for  the  sake  of  help .  and  just  maybe  lucifer  would  hear  him  out  and  put  aside  his  own  bitterness and  hurt .  

~~

❝I think you have me confused with Gabriel.❞ Raphael barely looked up from her focused gaze on the shelf ahead. ❝I don’t do tricks.❞

It seemed his words  had been taken the wrong way. A shame, really. If only things were as she had interpreted them. “Unfortunately, what I mean is… people make bold statements, bold promises. They talk big, but rarely follow through. Bold, like the lion. Meek, like the lamb. It’s always been that way, though, hasn’t it? People, as a whole, have always been a little less than they say. I include myself in that.”

“if that’s the case, i’m glad i’m not you.” although, it’d be fun, it’s more fulfilling to work under Lord Satan’s wings. “anything i can do to help relieve you of some of that burden? — anyone needs a painful death? hmm?” she’s almost purring, red lips tilt upwards on the sides at the thought of all the possibilities. 

—

It takes more control than he ever had to pull his teeth away from her neck. Blood dripping down onto his chin and shirt. Eyes wide and a deep red. The veins spreading away from them.  “That was….whoa.” Kol’s hand doesn’t move from her hair, keeping their bodies pressed together. “You weren’t kidding about the taste.”

                  the  feeling  was  almost  orgasmic  and  she  couldn’t  help  but  want  him  to  keep  going .  eyes  slowly  opened  though  when  he  gained  control  and  pulled  away ,  leaving  a  large  bite  on  her  neck  which  would  slowly  heal  on  it’s  own .   

❝ why did i let you talk me into this? ❞

“so, this is an exception then.” although it isn’t structured as a question there is still a silent question mark at the end of the sentence. she is by no means an adept in angel workings and frankly, they make her nervous as if she doesn’t have over a decade worth of experience. in retrospect, her ten+ years of practice does not mean anything compared to an archangel’s existence. “thank you, i guess.” 

               “ i don’t think i’d be quite that averse to angelic flight, though my system seems to be a little out of sorts for the next day or so.  a vacation? do you have a travel destination suggestion? you’re more versed in worldly sights. i’m either in britain, america, or on a plane.”

          his stubbornness clung on more than most, since most of the legacies agreed they needed to lean into having angelic help on their side. “ i do have a lot of work to do, but a bit of pain never hurt my productivity.”