#mannukiili

e.e. cummings

          ( accepting. )

          ONCE, LUCIFER TOLD HER THAT no good came from the interest of angels, let alone michael. she still doesn’t know if that’s true -- it feels like it is, or like it should be -- but he has dropped into her life so many times and in so many different places that she can’t help but believe, even more so, that whatever it is, it’s far from something she can outrun. 

          maybe michael’s interest in her isn’t as harmless as she would like to believe, but it’s difficult, when he drops into her apartment with wine and a story that is as unbelievable as everything else about him, to tell him to go. (she likes his company. for a moment, while he sits there across from her, she can pretend he is something else, someone else. she’s never forgotten, not once, but she has built so much of her life around making things into what she wants of them instead of what they are that isn’t much of a stretch.)

          when he says it, it feels less like a choice and more like a challenge. she watches him in the half-light spilling from one room and into the other and wonders who will be the one to come closer first: herself or michael. (she knows it won’t be him. they’d stand in this stalemate for centuries, a millennia, before he came any closer to her.) he has always presented her with the choice, and it’s what he’s doing now. it hangs in the space between them and she can’t help but wonder how many others he’s done this to, humans swept too easily up in the dark of his eyes and the gentleness that lurks there.

          still hesitant, she crosses to him, hides the tremble of her hands beneath the long sleeves of her sweater. she has to stand on tip-toe to reach him and, when she does, she nearly loses her nerve. the kiss is hardly that -- a brush of lips against the corner of his mouth before it becomes something a little more solid, but even then, it’s fleeting. a moment, maybe two, and her nose brushes against the line of his jaw as she moves away. 

she is so used to surprise appearances at this point in her life that, when she comes home to find michael sitting at her kitchen table, she hardly blinks.

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       meme | my immortal.

              if she’s come this far, then she may as well GO FOR GOLD. she gazes out into the middle distance somewhere && arranges her features into the sort of impassive expression worn by statues at an altar.   ( one of those virgin marys photographed with the blood pouring down their cheeks. she doesn’t understand that; it seems to her like an attempt at refining something that rejects refinement. there was never any blood on her cheeks, only on her hands, IN HER TEETH. but she can adapt to whatever imagery provides the most dramatic effect. )   

     maybe there should be a little more ceremony to this, and usually, thereis. but, today, the devil is filled with a loose sense of affection, desire threading through him, bright and golden and uncomplicated. and it’s such a rarity for this -- for them  -- to be uncomplicated that lucifer, for once, has no wish to destroy it. 

     his hands, sliding across michael’s shoulders, along the curve of his spine, settle at the base of them. his mouth ghosts along michael’s jaw, plants a kiss to the corner before his lips curve into a smile.

ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

ok ok ok….

i think their relationship is both more important to josephine than she realizes and something that has the potential to really deeply affect her in unknown ways, if that makes sense? for all they seem to joke and prod at one another (in the thread we had where they talked about lucifer, etc.), there’s still so much – uncertainty that hangs around michael. he makes her question things, which i think she needs a lot of, especially where she is now in her timeline. 

while she (obviously) doesn’t fully comprehend everything he’s capable of, something she will likely never fully comprehend, she’s well aware of the fact that he’s dangerous, a force to be reckoned with, someone far more powerful than anyone she’s ever really met or come into contact with. and while josephine is no stranger to dangerous people, i think there’s a hesitation with michael, still, that she probably does her best to hide (but lbr, he would see right through it). 

i think it would also be interesting to like -- have michael really make jo confront some of her moral grayness, some of her less than honorable actions, some of the things she does under the guise of being ‘for good’ but really aren’t?? by no means a moral compass but i think he’s probably one of the only people who can make her really, seriously question her own beliefs and convictions who isn’t a member of her inner circle/someone she knows well.