Jul 28, 2025
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❛ you remember me. ❜ she breathes out, her dark blue eyes staring at the professor @sintoknow (michael) with a mix of terror and fascination. she'd attended his lesson a few days ago. just for fun. she was immortal and knew no one she met would remember her as soon as she was out of their sight. that's why she'd spent a good chunk of the 21st century attending classes just for the sake of it, knowing she would never have the occasion to get an actual degree because that would require being remembered. but he remembers her... how? how is it possible? she was so shaken up by this peculiar event, it had been a miracle she hadn't dropped her tea.
Ngl you and Michael would be cute.
"He is my enemy no matter what century. Don't let that stupid puppy eyed bullshit confuse you. Michael is not soft. He is deadly, vicious, and calculated."
Death are you gooning for Michael????
"Am I what? What is with the human language.. It's like you are all speed running, losing brain cells. If this means if I have a thing for Michael. No. No, I do not." She scoffs at even the idea.
@sintoknow // unprompted starter
Death was always known as one of the oldest. One of them. But there was one even before her. Full of wrath and glorious fury. Michael. King of the little pigeons that had flocked. Birds of a feather. But she had done her duty. She had fought their war. Stayed silent. All she could ever want. All that she had gained through torture, through grit. And it lead her here. Wandering Earth for the humans. Waiting for them to proverbially 'kick the bucket'.
But at the end of it all. She was judge and jury to those who were deemed either for Heaven or Hell. And here she was. Sunbathing on her small piece of solitude. A ranch by some couple who have long passed. She takes in the horses long abandoned by humanity. Healing them in the sense of the word. As best as she could. Letting them run free along the gated fields.
Her head tilts back to take in the warmth of the sun. Before it wasn't. Death peeked one eye open before shutting it again, hoping it would make him go away. Things were never that easy. It never was. "You look old, Michael. Going for a 1940s look? A bit outdated." Maybe you could add a few more wrinkles."
She did not want to deal with this.. Not again. "What the fuck do you want? You're blocking my sun."
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@sintoknow sent : [ COMFORT ], from michael. forehead touch prompts / accepting
tears flowed freely, staining her cheeks, and it must have felt like a crime to witness the herald of love in so wretched a state. the muffled sobs echoing from the corner to where she had taken to hiding, isolation instead of reaching out for comfort desperately craved in a moment of such utter sadness. mariel knew him to be too occupied with more important matters, thus deciding in her dazed state to attempt to bear it alone until she could stop bursting out into tears.
should have known better, truly. her oh-so beloved michael had a tendency to sense when things were amiss, no matter the distance between them. it should not have surprised her when his presence was sensed, how he had appeared before her in but a heartbeat. his concern was evident within his gaze, yet he asked nothing as he seemingly assessed her sorrow. and with one comforting gesture, eliminating all distance between them and foreheads came together, she could not help but feel more at ease. sobs died down, and tears dried up. only quivering lip and wet eyes remained as evidence of her sadness. " mikha'el ... " his name a plea rolling off her lips, though for what even mariel did not know herself. for anything perhaps. whatever he could spare in this moment.
@sintoknow sent : [ LISTEN ], from lucifer. forehead touch prompts / accepting
she had been too caught up in her embroidery as she sat next to him in all comfort and without any care. he must've been indulging her no doubt, it would not be the first time he had done so, keeping her company as she was so focused on her craft. and clearly, the angel had been repaying him poorly, for he had started talking at one point, and though he had received hums and words of acknowledgment here and there, gradually her attention had wavered once more.
when lucifer touched her, she could not help but be startled a little, though soon it made way for being flustered when finding herself in a rather compromising position when he drew her closer, forehead against forehead. cheeks burned a lovely shade of red at the intense proximity, stumbling over words that became nothing more than nonsensical noises. " - i am sorry, lucifer. " soft murmured, unable to avert her gaze from his as she showed some remorse amongst the shyness & perplexity at his action. " please tell me again, i'll listen properly, i promise. "
"do not play games with me." from lucifer.
twin peaks sentences / @sintoknow
"i am an open book." he says and though his voice falters when he tries to look the other in the eye, he does almost believe it himself, even as the other's very presence shakes the foundation of earth upon which he stands. it's alright, they still are family. he believes that at least, and his hand, extended, palm up and open in an ancient gesture of peace, of comfort, of an apology. not that it is his to give, not that the creator is ever sorry, but he knows a part of that guilt unadmitted lives inside of him, and he knows that it will forever open his heart to the fallen, even as they claw and snarl at him. it's alright, it's what they were made to do, in the end.
"there's no game. and i am sorry you would think that. though i suppose that one has to adopt a certain amount of distrust, to survive the likes of this place." one ought to do the same on earth but he doesn't have it in him. his good intent has been good enough to guide him along thus far, and keep him out of significant trouble. he is not however sure that same can be said for his trip to hell. "i am here for a soul brought here by mistake. and i find you..." the way he says it almost lets on that he views the poor human sinner and his own kin the very same.