P R I M A R C H ;

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out of paradise ;; holla friends! I gotta start writing on merlin but I’ll be hopping back and forth from him and luci today ~ I hope you all had lovely holidays aaah! 

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Project Colour entry #11 // darshana suresh

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( YOUNG REN ) :

he sighed in relief, followed by a nod while he sampled the kind stranger. he seemed very gentle and polite, and that was something ren would hardly expect, especially in a strange place like the one he was right now.

the nice offer to go with the stranger made ren feel welcome and he nodded. “ah, i would love to, actually. and now that you mention it, i wouldn’t mind a bite myself… i wonder if they serve curry, too.”

the craving for curry was a bit strange, but he had the feeling that it would merge well with coffee. the craving was there, and it made him feel mundane for a reason. with a smile, he looked at the stranger. “ah, i’m… ren amamiya, by the way. it’s nice to meet you.” 

never did he expect to embrace such kindness from somebody. he remembered when he arrived at tokyo, he got mean looks and expectations left and right, but here it seemed like he was really welcome.

it still worried him to some degree, how some of the citizens seemed to be so young. it is perhaps presumptuous of him, but lucifer cannot help but worry; how can they fend for themselves? in eidolon there is no currency so food should not be a problem, and they were all safely accommodated in the bunkhouses upon arrival, but still? children should not be left alone, the world can be a harsh place and ( if possible ) he’d like them all to keep their lights untouched and their chests full of hope ( presumptuous indeed, but he cannot help it ). 

“curry? I believe I never heard of this dish before back home, is it tasty?” blue eyes fill up with curiosity again, head tilting a bit to the side as he heard the boy speaking

“ren, that is a nice name.” different sounding, much like how everything in here was –– but still so pleasant and warm “I’m lucifer, and the pleasure is all mine.” his smile brightened as he motioned for them to start walking, his hands now rubbing his arms a little to keep the frost away. “we should go, it is quite cold today. the tavern must be feeling very cozy now.” 

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Takuma Nakahira

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( PATIENT ) :

    in this village, he finds that he can just pretend to be a simple adventurer and he is accepted as such. there was no bloodshed nor were there wars to win. it was peaceful and it reminded charlemagne of the future he had envisioned and fought for— 

     still, he couldn’t quite help but be intrigued at the mysteries that lay at the core of this village. after all, there was no real need for him to be summoned here if there was no underlying danger lurking around…. right?

     that’s how he found himself taking jobs as a scavenger both as a means to earn a living but also to be able to explore the land and to familiarize himself with it more. it was fun and rewarding, to say the least and it felt like the perfect errand for someone as active as him—

     —but, that also meant getting injuries when he isn’t careful.

     so, that’s how he finds himself visiting the warmhouse after finishing his errands.

     “ Good Evening, ” charlemagne greets the assistant who is supposed to be looking after his wound. it wasn’t so bad— he thinks — just, an abrasion from when he slipped and fell on a rough surface. 

     “ I’ll be in your care….” he takes a peek at the nametag on the other’s shirt. “ Sir Luci…..fer? ” // @heavencut

it has been quite a while since he has arrived in this small town, perhaps a week or two––-? lucifer isn’t entirely sure, but nonetheless it has been a good experience so far. the mayor and the citizens were warm and welcoming, and it was enough to make him feel at ease; there are several questions waiting until they can be answered, of course –– but what was present to him was enough for now. it is a place where you should pursue your dream, it is a place where he has no power ( he is left bare and helpless ) and yet–- lucifer feels so free.

there is something about hunger, about cold, something on all those sensations that makes him feel complete. there are no distressed voices with their ever distant supreme primarch echoing by the halls, there is no supreme primarch at all. in here everyone knows him as lucifer, and he makes a point on presenting himself with only that simple name. it is satisfying, to be able to stand on equal ground to all –– no one bows, no one seems to place an invisible distance between him and them, in here lucifer feels very human ( one that feels hunger and pain, who has to shield himself from the cold and who is so eager to know and learn more and more ), human and humble and all things in between.

he didn’t hate his position in the skies, not at all. he loved all and loved caring for all––- but ah he had wished he could have been more present on their lives instead of being a deity like guardian; he never wished for reverence ( only for companionship ). still, his penchant for helping others brought him to his current occupation, an assistant to the local head physician.  

“hello, what might have brought you here today, mister charlemagne?” he enters the room with a file holding all the patients’ names for the day, blue eyes soon falling into a bruise by the other male’s arm. it wasn’t uncommon to receive people with such wounds, but it still made him wish some of his healing powers had been retained ( it could save a lot of time, no one crying or trying to run away due to the stinging sensation from the gauze and antiseptic ). he notices the small pause on the other’s voice as he is taking the first aid kit from the cabinet “oh...? is there something wrong with my nametag I wonder––-?” 

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there are so many different people all gathered in this place; each unique on their own way, each with their own wish guiding their path. it wasn’t surprising to him to see so many –– all dream and all desire something, it is the most human behavior –– but it did surprise him that some were so young ( and also on their own, how unsettling ).

“do you perhaps need help with that...?” he doesn’t means to intrude, not everyone is fond of company after all, but it was almost an instinct by now, to try and approach the little ones ( he is old and caring and something simply urges him to help ) // @constructivecritisms

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there are so many different people in this realm, all from different places and with different stories to tell; it was a wonder how all of them came to be here at the same moment, all lead by a strong wish of their own. it was interesting, to see and observe and learn from all those uncommon sources –– they have all been joined for a reason, all types of people with diverging backgrounds and worlds, perhaps it is always for the best to be eager to share

“ah, that is no common sword, am I right?” he starts once he lays his eyes on that magnificent blade. their realms might be different, but lucifer can only guess that mighty weapons have a similar look no matter where they are from ( even if they are all quite useless in here ) “is it holy?” // @baldrknight

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The Fall of the Damned by Peter Paul Rubens, c. 1620.

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it was quite fulfilling; to be free to roam as he pleased, to be able to approach others and see no hint of adoration in their eyes ( adoration means high pedestals that mean distance; he truly hates observing only from a distance ). there is this ever feeling of cold, of course –– the ice and the snow in this village seem to be eternal; but still it all looked so beautiful, there is no shiver that could dimmer his satisfaction –– he can speak to so many people in here, can see them eye to eye, learn and observe and cherish.

“that is a lovely doll.” perhaps it is this permanent and foreign sense of glee that makes him speak in such brilliant tone, curiosity and eagerness always leading his way no matter where he is “does it have a name?” // @shvybzik

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( SANDALPHON ) :

    “ Oh… You… just remind me of someone… ” sandalphon muses out loud to himself, his eyes move to their hands upon feeling the sensation of gentle squeeze. 

     perhaps, it was because his mind has not quite caught up with his surroundings just yet that he’d simply accepted the situation— that, for the time being, he was incapacitated and that he was brought to this place for healing. it seems that this physician’s assistant has been tasked to watch over him until he woke up and, while he normally didn’t allow others to be touchy with him, he finds himself appreciating the security and warmth that the other brought to him— simply through holding his hand.

     sandalphon lets out a sigh of frustration— his head still hurting from whatever it was that happened to him. he tries to get himself together and to remember what it was exactly that happened that led him here; but the last thing he remembered was that he was simply drinking a cup of coffee before everything faded into black. 

     now, he is here… and he woke up feeling cold with a peculiar skydweller tending to him. 

     at the other’s prompting if he could take in his surroundings, red orbs found their way to meet azure ones. now that he has, more or less, been grounded back to reality… he couldn’t quite help but to feel as though he knows this person…

     white hair that resembles the clouds, blue irises that resembles the skies… he knew all of it… even the soothing voice that the other used to speak to him.

     but, it couldn’t be…! could it..?!

     “ Lucifer-sama! ” adrenaline courses through him as he pulls away from the other’s hold in his attempt to sit up, desperately trying to cling onto the other’s shoulders.  the pain in his head started to grow as he forces himself, but he wills himself not to fall down— as if afraid that the other would disappear before his very eyes like he once did in canaan.  “ It’s you, isn’t it?! Is it really you?! ” 

lucifer can only wonder, for just how long had he been gone from the skies? he had no idea, if time in here passed just the same as there, if it had felt like centuries and centuries of abandonment –– his heart clenched a bit, hand squeezing the other’s once again; there is a weight he will never be able to lift from his own shoulders, and it is the fact he always seemed to leave sandalphon in loneliness.

( for how long will he keep on being the one to hurt him most? )

“oh? I hope it is someone nice, then...” and he smiles a bit, a curve on his mouth that seemed a bit wry due to worry –– he didn’t want to shock him, nor to make him have any reactions that could worsen his condition; neither he wanted to see such a hateful glare again. the former primarch could remember in vivid color, how angry sandalphon had been ( and how cruel it was of him to not face him ). there is no stronger force than that of a broken heart and his had been torn and ripped to shreds.

what a curious thing it is that the heart seems to do that which wants to avoid; lucifer had wanted to protect him but could only become the one who he hated most, had wanted him to be safe and ended up being the trigger which caused it all. the sky had burnt, the angels had fallen, he had failed. curious though, how everyone still seemed to see him as perfect when in reality he was quite far from it. he had never wanted it.

it is a wonder though, why was sandalphon in here too? 

lucifer is brought back to reality when the other archangel sits up abruptly, hands shaking and voice loud and scared; blue eyes furrow a little in concern, his hands going to his shoulder and to the top of his head, lips pursing in a shooing sound “you shouldn’t move so fast, your body is fatigued––-” deft fingers caress brown hair as he continues to speak, now gently pushing him back to bed “it is me, yes. I’m here.”

and his eyes soften, always so warm when looking at the younger one; his smile tentative when he still did not know what sandalphon would say, what he would think. his palm moves to the other’s forehead then, skin lingering and touching just a second too much “good, it seems your fever is going down.” and that small smile grows as he lets out a relieved sigh, fingers back to holding sandalphon’s own hand, shaky and happy, so selfish when he thinks that perhaps his wish is coming into motion.

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( SEER ) :

“You’ve never seen them? These are my own, so the designs are unique….” Then again, with how they all come from different worlds, he quickly dismissed the disbelief that they’ve never heard of some fortune teller off on the side of the road trying to sell some fate to them. His own eyes gazed over his craft with affection, despite how poorly his magic fared in this landscape.

“They’re tarot cards, meant to offer guidance. Depending on what you draw out of the deck, or if the cards want to speak to you, I can relay a message. Or, at least- if there was magic. Since there isn’t, I can only read so much of someone’s fortune.”

“I haven’t seen anything quite like this back home––-” and lucifer ponders for a second or two, about the skydwellers and their way of life, their cities and the many sights the horizon had to offer “but then again, I didn’t have much freedom to actually look for it before.” perhaps the magus had something similar to it? it saddens him a little, that he had loved ( still loves ) that vast world so much and yet there is so little he had seen for himself.

“oh? so the fortune is already written in fate?” the former primarch looks at the cards more intently then, eyes with a curious spark “and you are someone who understands what the cards want to say?” it was an interesting concept; luck and fortune seem to be uncontrollable forces in all worlds, but to be able to understand it? it was indeed such a rare and wonderful gift “can you try it with me?”

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"Lucifer-sama..." sandalphon's calls out quietly, cheeks flushed 'due to the cold'. apparently, there is a skydweller custom where you are encouraged to give gifts to people whom you have formed significant bonds with and, upon countless hours of contemplation, sandalphon caved in. inside the white box he is holding is a simple blue muffler, one that he hoped would keep lucifer warm and protected from the cold of this tundra-- even just a little bit. " This is for you. Merry... Christmas."

to say he is surprised is quite the understatement. lucifer blinks once, twice, as he looks at the contents of the box; a blue muffler that seemed oh so very warm –– much like the younger one before him. cheeks flushed and puffy smoke coming out of his mouth, red eyes downcast as he makes his simple offer, it makes luci’s heart grow just a tad bit bigger until he can feel it pressing on his ribcage, a tad bit faster when beating ( always because of the same person ).

a pale hand takes the garment out of its wrapping, soft wool fluffy by his fingers as he strokes it so gently; the taller one is quick to wrap it around his own neck ( quite gawky looking with both ends different in size, is this how they wear it? ) and smiling at sandalphon much like a child would –– it was christmas after all “thank you, sandalphon––-” he beams in uncharacteristic glee, his free hand now stroking the other’s cheek lovingly so.

“I shall treasure it forever.”

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( LITTLE ONE ) :

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there is something mesmerizing about the snowflakes that flutter to the ground, delicate as they waft back and forth in the wind. there isn’t a numerous amount —  rather, it is a soft trickling that seems to come from the abyss of the night. but they land upon her nose and eyelashes, and the dancer feels such a wholly-encompassing sensation of calm. even her breath, taking form as wisps of fog when they leave her lips, brings such intimate feelings within her. it is soothing.

but admittedly, it surely is just as dangerous. as individuals seem to quickly rush to their abode, eager to escape the frigid cold, ninian stands carelessly outside simply gazing at the scenery. in her clothes, somewhat ill-suited to the colder weather; her face is flushed from the wintry winds, and she feels a near-numbing cold on her skin. she might get sick — as others have pointed out, though she is unsure what that entails.

❝ it’s rather cold, ❞ she speaks rather abruptly nonetheless, the softspoken girl gaining courage to perhaps converse with the being besides her. she knows not if he holds intrigue as well or perhaps he is a mere passerby, but as her lips curve into a small smile as another snowflake lands upon her cheek, she finds herself less concerned with social standing. ❝ … but quite lovely too. ❞

she lets out a quiet, content sigh. she supposes she’ll disregard health for a moment longer. refuge within the warmth of her home or the taverns could surely wait, after all.

❝ do you also enjoy the snow? ❞

he is quite old ( centuries, eons, time passed by so fast when one had to watch over an entire realm ), but a few things never lose their wonder no matter how simple they were, no matter how they never changed. the snow in here seems to be much like the one in the skydoms –– pure white, small delicate flakes of different geometrical shapes dancing as the wind blew by –– and it gave the primarch a warm feeling of nostalgia.

lucifer remembered the time he had just been created; when lucillius had shown him all the places in the vast sky, beautiful blue beaches and mountains snowy and eternal, cities so full of people and life and wonder ––- it was quite needless to say, he fell in love at first sight. there is something about all the small things that make the world a world; the sea and the color of the sky, the clouds so soft and the rain falling, and the snow shimmering when sunlight passed by, all meant for beauty and for the people to cherish.

“indeed it is.” and the taller one can only nod in agreement, a hand coming forwards so some of the snowflakes would land by his skin. it is still a foreign feeling, that of ice melting to water and the warmth of his hand disappearing when both touched –– it seems they all have been ‘gifted’ with normal senses in this world. to most it was probably a bother ( understandably so; some feelings are rather unpleasant ) but lucifer couldn’t hide his fascination with it all. “snowflakes are quite curious, there is never any that is the same as the other. isn’t it beautiful?”

he looks at the smaller one by his side with a friendly smile, something he had wished to do for ages now ( to make friends, how delightful! ) –– and continued their conversation further as he observed the puffs of smoke that slowly made their way to the sky

“I love it, in fact. but it is the first time I actually feel what cold is. are you used to this sensation?”

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Details from Valente Celle Tomb. So delicate.

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Giovanni Battista Resasco

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( YOUNG ONE ) :

“i’d kill somebody for a cup of coffee…” 

oh, joker. he could not be paying more attention when he realized that another pair of eyes had been piercing him after he dropped that sentence. a coffee would be nice indeed, but killing somebody? he really had to tone down his choice of words. it took the student a minute to realize that somebody had been fixed on him, and once he turned around, he could see the man next to him. “u-uh… hey….”, he muttered, “not… that i would literally kill somebody, don’t worry.”

next time think twice before you speak, joker.

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it always confused him a little; how humans spoke and communicated with each other with the most curious expressions. some said things with pigs flying or a rain of daggers, others simply used words he couldn’t understand ( geez, what is that? ) and yet they understood each other perfectly, never once missing the meaning behind each and every strange word choice. lucifer had heard this one before, ‘to kill someone for’ apparently it meant certain desperation over something? he hid a little snicker once the boy saw him, approaching him slowly with a friendly smile

“it is alright, I think I understood what you meant.” there is a pause as he motions towards one of the many buildings by the town centre “the tavern has a very exquisite brew, if I can say so myself. I was going there for a meal, do you want to come too?”   

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"I can't abide a poor liar."

DEATHLESS ♚ SENTENCE MEME | NOT ACCEPTING; answering remaining asks

what is a lie in its true essence? to mask a hard truth with pretty wrapping? or is it to conceal something so ugly you are ashamed to let it show? humanity is quite complicated, it is the only conclusion lucifer can come to when he tries to think deeply about the connections ( humans, emotion, lies ). it is fearsome to be vulnerable, and it is natural to be afraid when you are human.

“what is a poor liar, though?” and he stops organizing the medicine in the physician’s lodge for a moment to ponder further “is it someone who simply cannot stop being honest? if so, isn’t it a good quality?” 

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'in the dark, i have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.'

DEATHLESS ♚ SENTENCE MEME | NOT ACCEPTING; answering remaining asks

blue eyes close in introspection; the tundra’s cold air enough to make him remember –– he is alive, breathing, and feeling so cold now that there is no heavenly power circling around him like an ever halo –– he feels so very human ( frail, frail... but so complete ) and his heart wrenches just a little bit when thinking about home. 

did he die back then..? when the fallen angels came to avenge their creator? he wasn’t sure, at least not completely, and it pained him to imagine. dying is not glorious, no martyr is ever seen smiling after victory; dying is an end, the period in a sentence that may or may not have been left incomplete –– there was so much he wanted to do, so much he dreamed about; and he couldn’t see any of those to the end. it hurt.

( lucifer can only imagine though, how much it hurts for those who stay. ) 

“there is little I could ever say to repair my absence. there is little I would not be willing to do to make amends––-” a pause, eyes saddened in a rare display of sheer emotion “do not mourn me, not when I could not reach my dream. not when I was so powerless. not when I couldn’t reach you.”