i wanted aNGST before i made something fluff-related with him. after all, gotta get that L O R E in XD i need to make a fanfic of this au at some point i swear
Michael looked at himself in the mirror, the skin-tight opalescent suit uncomfortable as he touched the partially hidden eyebags. The make-up he had put on to hide them was coming off and his mirror reflected his exhausted expression, tired golden eyes framed in mascara drooped slightly from exhaustion; the look on his face pinched with an unknown feeling - resentment? Possibly, Father only knows how much he was disgusted with what his life had become. Before his very eyes his reflection seemed to waver before changing into him into his regalia - the doll-like clothes making the expression staring back at him a tired and closed off cold one, unrecognizable to his own eyes. Was this what the angels of Heaven viewed him as? To be honest he didn't even view himself as something regal or important yet his reflection showed it; a man whom God wanted as the perfect dress-up doll, the mascara still on his eyes even in this new reflection and a sound not unlike a wheeze one would make when kicked forces itself out of his chest and Michael braces himself, palms flat against the mirror. Yet the image didn't move, staring blankly at him, at nothing.
The archangel lowers his head, unable to bear the sight of himself - either now or then. It made his chest tight and tears spring to his eyes; he hasn't cried since Lucifer Fell. But it broke something in the remaining Heavenly twin in seeing that even his own reflections showed someone who wasn't himself - only someone that God wanted.
In the quiet of his room, soft sobs could be heard...
