#m!a fledging

   Michael has had his fair share of nightmares. Who hasn’t? Archangels might not need sleep as much as regular humans, sinners or angels, but they still need to sleep. He tends to push the limits of it, not wanting to experience the things he does when he shuts his eyes. The scene in front of him is like something plucked right from the worst of his heavy nights where the things he’s done and remembers wants to eat him alive. 

   Out of everything that could ever be forced upon him, the haunting image of his own twin as he was trapped in the realm of eternal damnation was certainly something that has kept him awake for ages. In the first few days after throwing Lucifer–no Samuel–from Heaven, this was what he imagined it was like. His twin, broken and disheveled, recovering from what Michael did, lost in the burning ring of suffering. There was nothing worse for him to ever imagine, and it was perhaps that image in his mind that first started Michael’s refusal to do anything that reminded him of Samuel. 

   If he shut everything out, nothing could hurt him, right? 

   How naive he was.

   Though his mind attempts to tell him to use any part of his own angelic magic to fix this, it feels as if his heart had petrified him in place. Lucifer–Samuel–his twin–this innocent form of him felt mocking and cruel. He couldn’t breath, he was fairly certain he stopped at the sight of him and every inch of his body had just locked into place. His brother has to be upset, has to be incredibly distressed and panic, terrified. It’s supposed to be his job to fix that, to reassure the more innocent Archangel that everything was fine, that nothing is wrong. But he can’t even get himself to move let alone form the words that Samuel needed to hear. 

   Michael was always the person he turned to when he was scared, the one he leaned on when things were uncertain. As he told Lucifer in the hotel, they were two halves of each other. Each a piece of that star they were born from, complete as one rather than apart. They were supposed to be there for one another. 

   He can’t though. There was nothing right here. Michael should have turned and ran the moment that he saw–whatever this was. What was this? Maybe he was actually dreaming, maybe this was some cruel nightmare. He’s been pushing himself in Hell, trying to study and understand the Hazbin Hotel. The questions burning inside of him. Did he finally collapse and black out? 

   A hand grabs his own and it’s like Michael’s been electrocuted with the volt of the sun. 

   Michael shamefully yanked his hand away from Samuel’s own and took a step back, tucking both of his own behind his back to keep them from being touched again. He knew it was a mistake without even having to look at the expression on his twin’s face. Samuel was always more in touch with others emotions but none more than Michael himself. They used to have just the innate ability and understanding to tell what the other was thinking and feeling just by looking at each other. An ability he knows he no longer has the power to do–like so many other things. 

   He tries desperately to form some sort of sentence. “I’m sorry.” For so many, many things, but for pulling away at the current moment. “Just… don’t touch me.” 

   Would he drag him down again? 

   Falling burning shattering brethe breathe–

   “Let me… find a grimoire.” 

Samual had been elated, and relived when he found Michael or a angel that looked like his twin but older ; that connection was still there for him.

So why… why did he look at him like that . With .. pain and with fear .. why did it hurt so much .. as if a deep unknowable riff was between them.

He had never seen his brother look at him that way before and it terrified him.

Why… why…. Why did it feel familiar ?

“.. w-what did I do?… why are you afraid of me?” A small pain filled voice asked . Stepping back Samuel could feel his eyes water with tears .. he had to get away from here .

He had been nervous at first .. Vinn looked so big.. but then he sat down, he seemed friendly .. don’t judge by looks Sammy ! He could remember one of his brothers telling him this .

“I-I’m lost.. “

(I will active it, but with 28 followers it may go unseen…I will maybe take it for two days instead of one, I will see.)

“There is no way I will…”

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