#witchoatics

witchaotics asked: some random questions about michael: did he miss anything about life prior to the apocalypse? any particular "earthly" pleasures or nah? how did he feel after the apocalypse? satisfied? fulfilled? empty?

before the apocalypse : everything. michael was never allowed to have the childhood children do, constance kept him away from other children in fears of what could happen rather than teaching him the things he did was not okay. in comfort for herself, she kept his very existence quiet aside from her close friends and the ghostly figures next door. michael never got to play with children his age, never got to have the human connection of other people in his life. one day he was a child, the next a young adult. many will say its good he skipped the puberty stage but he didn’t get to experience that, he didn’t get to experiment with his sexuality and find himself, go on a first date, celebrate his birthdays, hang out with friends -- from the moment he was able he was working. 

after the apocalypse : empty. michael still hasn’t be able to fully do what he pleases with his life, everything is filtered through his father and as much as he would like to stop and throw all caution to the wind and say fuck you to his father -- whats the point now? everything is gone. a great portion of the earth and its inhabitants are gone. put on a facade of haughty attitude, know it all behavior and act like you have something to give cause it doesn’t get any better. say it does get better at some point, he now has a secret to bare for the rest of his life. should it get out, he’d once again be in the same position; his life dictated by the people around him. michael will never truly be free and he knows that. theres no satisfaction in knowing your actions killed millions, destroyed your chances of freedom let alone you chances of leading any type of normal life. 

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                michael had come to a halt, his abilities and strength were at a disadvantage.

                he'd wronged his father recently and been left, once again to fend for his own; he thought he was the only one to be this easy to anger, god forbid michael to have a bit of relaxation and deviate momentarily from his fathers' desires. however, the mere want to be normal for a day befell to him being more vulnerable than general, an offense on him; 'can't do what he was asked' therefore he'd been 'grounded'. lucifer would chalk it up to michael being young and dumb, however, now that he was getting older and more rebellious he had to implement regulations for his son.

                an arm extended outward, holding morgan at a distance away from his face; this fight had been one where his abilities without his father could be used. however, without the understanding of what he had and didn't have without him resorted to more street fights and smarts rather than dirty tricks of abilities. he grappled strength-wise to keep the other away, shoes slipping against the ground as they fall to the soil. "what is your fucking problem with me," his knees would drive into the stomach of the other, yet another effort to keep him from touching him any more than he wanted. "you don't even suitably know shit about me and you --" he hesitated to continue, dropping his arms and legs he laid in failure as morgan arm pressed into his throat.

                like everyone else wouldn't give him a chance, he thought to himself. expectations of everyone were burdened onto his shoulders, great and inadequate-- he was presumed to serve with all purposes of producing end times, to others he was suspected to give up and follow through with his own life. a life where he'd still be hounded, one where even lucifer would continue to bother and taunt; what kind of life was that?