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he curls himself around lucifer, snaking arms around his ribs, propping his chin on a tense shoulder. he turns and pops a kiss to the side of his neck after a moment where they both settle into each other.
“I have something to ask of you,” he says. “But you will not like it.”
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the core of him has splintered, the same words ringing over and over again in his mind. he had bowed and said yes, father. why? why had he done such a thing? the world rushes past, a cacophony of disarrayed clangs and roaring winds. blurred vision. stuttered breath. a righteous and godly sword searing burns against a stiff hip. he moves toward the pull in his chest and does not stop until he has a tight grip on lucifer’s forearm. an urgent beckoning away from the crowd he has gathered to enjoy himself with. all bright, shining faces listening to his tales with rapture. discordant with the perverse whispers of subversion and insurrection. he wants it snuffed out. clear the garden by pulling the weeds at the root. the root of evil. something vile and dark slithering and poisoning. it cannot be.
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“Your persistence is admirable.”
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“Sandalphon’s a raging psychopath. Pass it on.”
communist boob: [lucifer voice] sounds like atheist talk to me communist boob: [lucifer voice] <spits into a bucket> ain't nothin i hate more than them damned atheists
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ok but things i am still thinking about even after lily mentioned them yonks ago: michael/lucifer & roman/jo double date
[text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out.
[ sms; received: 03:29:48AM ] is this supposed to incite pity or jealousy? because while i do feel sorry (for astaroth, mind you,) the only thing i’m jealous of is not being there to see you perform so poorly.
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it's short work finding the king of hell. if he were being honest with himself, michael would say that he never really ever lets lucifer fade from his peripheral memory, and so, always keeps track of at least, his general whereabouts.
his appears quite leisurely, a few paces from where his brother stands discussing matters with who-knows-who, and he knows he's not welcome by the sudden strain in the atmosphere and the crackle of electric tension across his shoulders. however, he doesn't much care about any of that, striding over to lucifer with, what gabriel would say is, reckless abandon, but what michael likes to think of as dignified conviction.
pushing lucifer's conversation-mate away with a quick thought and a burst of energy, michael takes both sides of lucifer's face in his hands and plants a hungry kiss to his pursed lips. the archangel hears a mutter of disgust behind him, which makes him laugh to himself, really, and releases lucifer with a jovial grin and a pat on the cheek.
"Hello, dearest."
