#caelestus

         “   I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!   ”

’QUITTER’ BY KATELYN TARVER SENTENCE PROMPTS.

❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

"Now I'm concerned." Lucifer having a plan wasn't exactly comforting.

❛ the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. ❜ ( from luci ) / @caelestus

               there   is   tenderness   in   her   unlike   anything.   lucifer   is   the   ONLY   good   thing   yahweh   has   ever   created.   she   is   weak   to   him    —    weak   to   the   gentle   brown   of   his   eyes   ,   weak   to   the   musical   sound   of   his   voice   ,   weak   to   the   reverence   in   his   touch.   for   him   ,   she   would   raze   worlds   to   the   ground.   for   him   ,   she   would   rebuild   them.   she   plans   to   do   exactly   that   ,   one   way   or   another.   for   him   ,   for   their   children   ,   for   the   endless   possibilities   stolen   from   them   and   the   futures   denied   to   them.

               he   has   so   often   brutally   been   denied    —    affection   ,   love   ,   respect    —    for   DARING   to   question.   for   daring   to   have   a   thought.   for   daring   to   be   his   own   person.   who   he   has   become   ,   who   he   has   always   been   ,   has   never   deserved   to   be   rebuked.   he   will   return   to   the   silver   city   ,   the   place   of   his   boyhood.   he   will   have   whatever   he   wants.   it   will   be   her   pleasure   ,   her   HONOR   ,   and   her   duty   to   provide   it   to   him.   to   bring   retribution   on   those   who   would   deny   him   ,   those   who   would   think   him   lesser   for   the   crime   of   independence.   those   who   would   have   their   children   die   for   the   thrill   of   it. 

               lilith   stretches   ,   feline   ,   on   their   bed.   their   newest   creation   swells   in   her   ,   growing   daily.   it   has   a   presence   now   ,   strength   of   its   own   building   ,   creating   space   for   itself   in   this   world   with   so   many   UNKNOWNS.   this   new   child   of   theirs   is   strong.   she   rests   her   hand   atop   her   stomach   ,   reaching   with   the   other   to   hold   her   husband's.   these   moments   between   them   have   become   so   rare.   she   treasures   them.   his   humor   has   been   sorely   missed   ,   the   twist   of   his   smile   a   balm   to   all   that   might   ail   her. 

               they   could   spend   all   morning   whispering   how   their   love   burns.   (   and   ,   in   the   past   ,   have.   )   today   ,   however   ,   they   have   jobs   to   do.   still   ,   she   cannot   resist.   she   rolls   over   onto   her   husband   ,   the   added   weight   of   pregnancy   pulling   them   both   down   ,   sinking   the   feathered   bed   deeper.   “   i've   always   thought   sin   to   be   more   entertaining   than   heaven   ,   ”   she   purrs   into   the   shell   of   his ear. 

How long had he been wondering? Jaskier had grown so tired. He had no friends. No family. He was without everything that would keep a normal person sane. Maybe that was why he was here, in this place with its painted white walls, a straight jacket keeping him from hurting himself, the walls of his room padded.

They had noticed after the first ten years in this place that he wasn't normal. That he didn't age. And while they now accepted his ramblings about the past as fact...they kept him to 'keep the public safe'. They took blood regularly. They were afraid to take organs or tissue.

Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin

the gesture caught her off-guard in the moment only because she hadn't seen him in who knows how long. but while one minute she may have been rambling on about something unimportant, the next minute, she was absolutely silent and blinking up at lucifer.

seconds passed by before she really realized that a smile was finally spreading across her face, a sort of giddy relief washing over her that mixed with her usual sheepishness.

LOVE LANGUAGE: PHYSICAL TOUCH STARTERS

Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

They had been in the middle of an argument, one of their petty ones. It was commonplace for Luci to rile him up about something as he often got underneath his skin.

But for all his irksome traits, Luci was far from a bad person. You could say Morgan did hold some affection for him. If he needed a shoulder to lean on, Morgan was there.

Right now however Luci was being kind of a bother and Morgan was about to leave. He felt Luci grab his hand as he left and he turned to him with an annoyed look. "What, must you always get the last word in?"

His question wasn't met with an answer but a kiss. Lips on lips, soft as could be. Luci's stubble felt rough against his skin but it wasn't unpleasant. Morgan found himself tugging at the front of Luci's shirt, it seemed time was beginning to slow. He felt his way up to Luci's face, cupping his cheeks as the kiss deepened, a soft moan left his lips.

This time on Earth had been no different, really.

She started off as a barista in a coffee shop while she was 'going to school'. What that actually meant was that it was just her spending the time to forge the papers and documents she needed, before moving up in the world with a career and becoming a librarian this time. It was a quiet job, for the most part, which she enjoyed, but it was full of particular detail which she didn't always enjoy. The children's classes she read for had always been so cute, and she wished she remembered more of what she was like when she was that small. Thoughts for another day.

But now it was time for her to go back home for a while, pretend she was moving away to the few humans that had befriended her this time round. Time to spend a while with her family, and catch up on how things had been going back home, though she knew it shouldn't have been too different. She knew that home was still not the same as it was from before — missing siblings — and finding out who else was gone now. It ached in her chest, knowing that every day there were more that were gone. In a way, she also knew that she could be found out and hunted just like her siblings had been. It didn't deter her from going topside.

Yaretzi knew the risks, and it never outweighed the positive things that she thought of every time she decided to go, which was why she'd kept going. Something felt different this time around though. As she was preparing to go home, it felt like she was being watched, much more than usual. She could never place where the feeling came from, either, which is likely what bothered her most. Sometimes she was able to shrug it off like it was nothing, and other times it was a constant feeling. Sometimes she felt paranoid about it. Maybe she should have heeded the warnings from her parents and her siblings.

Much like her siblings, she didn't go far from home without a weapon that was forged in Hell, especially given the eerie feelings she'd been having lately. She'd rather be safe than sorry. And it seemed it was good that she did. Today, walking back to her rented apartment, she was ambushed, but not by any human. Oh no, of course not. Today it was an angel, who was looking for blood. She didn't even hear what the angel had said before they attacked her.

Hitting the ground, she groaned, and immediately rolled them over, using whatever leverage she could get from the ground. She may have been small, but she was feisty and quick. Her hands started throwing punches, and the odd scratch when that wasn't working. She rolled off, away from them to get a better chance of surviving.

Her blades came out the second she had the opportunity, and got a good swipe at their arm when they lunged at her, causing a hell of a gnarly gash, which made the angel back off, and try to come up with a new plan. Their sparring went back and forth a little, though neither of them could get the upper hand yet. Yaretzi held her own against the angel, even if she wasn't as well versed in combat like Mazikeen would have been.

Then a celestial weapon came out - a dagger - so the fight was even again on that level, and whichever damned angel this was got the upper hand when they deeked one of her attacks, and slashed at her chest. She let out a pained hiss, the sensation of the celestial power burning at her being. It was bad.

Yar dropped to her knees, trying to brandish her knives enough to get a moment, and some space between them. That was all she needed - a moment. A quick prayer to her parents, hoping that they'd get it fast enough to be able to help. Damn it, she didn't just want to be another child that Lilith lost!

'Mother, Father, if you can hear me, please come to me now!'

She screamed at the angel, in pain and anger, before she forced herself back to her feet even though the burning was intense and almost blinding. She launched herself at them, burying one of her blades deep in their chest, both of them crumbling to the ground, and Yaretzi rolling a short distance away, listening to the angel choke and sputter, unable to pull Yaretzi's blade from their chest.

She was in an immense amount of pain, and it felt like she was burning up into oblivion. The last thing she remembered seeing was the hem of her mother's gown before her eyes closed, tears streaming from her eyes onto the pavement below her cheek, thankful that her prayer was heard so clearly.