❝ i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore. i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that. you’re part of who i am now. the most important piece of me. ❞
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING -- @hefalls
Lucifer was everything, beautiful and proud and radiant, oh so radiant that it hurt her eyes and heart to look upon him. He was the chosen favorite of the heavens, destined to watch over them all and man, perfected by their creator and borne to lead and rule.
She fought hard, aspired to be like him. He was the best of them all. How could she compare? It did not deter her, it strengthened her resolve. Her wish and will to be near him, and give him support.
He had laughed when they were younger, shoulders not yet wide and strong enough to endure the weight of heaven’s crown. She treasured that sound, held it like a cherished secret as she sought precious moments between lessons. The garden was their favorite place, where they’d speak of their dreams and ambitions.
Time is but a heartbeat, constant and quick, sweeping away each moment until he grew quieter and his gaze more severe. She fought and trained, and she saw less and less of the garden and his smile. Mikha’el gained her name from the whispers of flames and her gift to bend the light, her righteous spirit.
He called her name, and she reached for him until he caught her hands. Tension was high, the rift between man and divine had blurred. Chaos and disorder threatened the domain, and it terrified her. It hurt her. The creator was angry. War was imminent, and new laws were being forged into place. They could not be seen being so close.
❝ We can not be as we were. ❞
It was a warning. A pleading and prayer from her lips. Lucifer’s hold tightened, his gaze dark and foreboding, drawing her closer as his wings blanketed over them both.
❝ i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore. i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that. you’re part of who i am now. the most important piece of me. ❞
His words were like an arrow through her heart. Fierce and swift, breaking through the wall she’d been building between them, only for him to tear it down. A cold chill shot down her spine, causing her feathers to bristle.❝ You can’t--You can’t choose me. ❞ Oh by the heaven’s and the cosmos, she could feel her eyes brim with tears. ❝ You will be punished for such words! Everything is being torn apart, we need you here to bring order--to restore and guide the lost--❞
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and though she wanted to push him away, her hands clung to his robes. His hands swept through her hair, framing her face as he kissed away her tears. It was like as if he were kissing away her growing sins, baptizing her anew--it only made her heart heavier.
❝ We will be punished-- ❞ The words leave her in a frightful whisper, and he hushes her with a reverent kiss as thunder rumbled overhead and clouds roiled with the beginning signs of roiling rage.
