Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss, Antonio Canova (photo by Lauren)

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Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss, Antonio Canova (photo by Lauren)
your eyes hurt the next time they tear up. they burn like fire. you are on fire. you are fire.
luci: abomination. annie: stupid head.
@anammxlech asked : -- " Y O U . . . 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 . . . . 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 "
‘ common filth should know better than to speak to divine soldiers in such a way . i’d never be able to lower myself to your level , but you can continue on your path and see what it gets you . although i promise you , it will be nothing good . ’
@thxvoidwalker asked : ‘ the human soul is not a rubber ball. it’s vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know. and more valuable than you can imagine. ’
intriguing , for he knew all too well what made a soul . how it behaved and how valuable it was , especially to beings like him . what he didn’t know , however , was how the void walker knew such a thing . although he supposes he would be able to , judging from his rather impressive omniscient -- ( to a certain degree anyways . ) because divinity wasn’t meant to fit into such a small shell , wasn’t meant to be warped from mortal existence and trapped within the rather disenchanting host of a human form . hands rise from being folded so neatly in his lap , hands that have beheld the very first creations , who had plucked fruit from the brush in the garden of eden , hands that had been covered in blood and the glimmering bits of grace and burnt flesh from the fall . softly with the back of fingers , so carefully do they trace along the sharpened jawline of the smaller creature that stood before him . almost endeared by his display . surely , he was trying to impress , it was pitifully adorable in a way . ego just as blinding as ever , he still seems so charmed by the show of force and ability the great leviathan offered the morningstar .
‘ interesting , and could this perhaps be leading into some form of proposition you have for me , dear ? or do you simply wish to waste precious time and breath telling me vital information i already know ? ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
‘ sure, humans are weak and they cheat and steal and destroy and disappoint. but they also give and create, and they sing and dance and love. and above all, they never give up. ’ (Azrael)
softened expression is disturbed like a harsh ripple and splash destroying the still surface of a still pond . brows knit together in pure disbelief and distrust . needless to say , the lightbringer was rather ruffled by the stance taken on humanity . bright eyes searing with a surge of emotion reflect a sort of disgust and quiet anger as he gives a sort of humored huff . it was baffling to him how delusional his siblings could be about humanity; he feels as though he’s perhaps the only one to note all of their flaws . they treated them like their faults were nothing to bat an eye at , murder , genocide , blood spilt and needless anguish as they toiled and rot upon the earth . inflicting pain upon themselves and others in their turmoil and ultimately useless endeavors for power , greed , love . how could azrael so easily brush that off after all the horrors of what he’s seen ? how could any of them ? although , he supposes it’s easier to brush off when they weren’t the scapegoat to blame for all their moral failures . humanity thought him cruel , but he would only kill when necessary and he wept for all those he felled in order to survive . humans lacked the very thing they should have , humanity . whatever good was in them , whatever part of their father that he’d poured into them was long gone , rotted and warped away . he had seen the worst in humanity , and in return never realized just how much it warped his perception of the creatures he so loathed .
‘ the actions of the few do not make up for the crimes of the majority . humanity will kill you . though i will give you one thing , they are persistent pests , never have i seen something so vile and yet so determined to continue rotting . you are a fool to believe in them , they will only disappoint you . time and time again they have proven me correct . and time and time again you all insist upon their innocence . when will you stop living the lie our father fed you ? ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
margaritaz0ned asked ; ‘ you, me? we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved! i just want to be loved. ’
the life of an angel was a rather long winded one , and in lucifer’s case the existence of a human’s own was more of a fleeting flicker – something that could be missed if one were to blink it seemed . at one point he may have been thankful for such a thing , in fact it had seemed quite the opposite . it seemed like humans were an infestation overruling all the careful crafting of his father’s work . something they should have no right to tromp on so carelessly . but that was before joseph . a man of the cloth and the devil himself , it was almost laughable , and surely one would consider it to be some kind of ploy or trick , something to dig into his mind and tempt him . and yet it was anything but . yes , his life was fleeting and short , a mere breath compared to how many centuries the morningstar had witnessed . and for once that was a rather painful spot to tread on , the idea of losing someone that he felt so close to . finger interlock and find their place clasping joseph’s hand , all warm and heated , bared and scarred in all their glory and shame and pressed close to him as they lay in the afterglow of something as raw as what they’d experienced . a quiet hush as pale blue and ruddy brown feathers perched carefully upon worn wings in careful patters wrap comfortably ‘round joseph as he babbles his fearful nothings . lucifer has heard it all before , the pleas and yearnings of man as they came crawling to him with heart heavy in hand on worn like a ball in chain dragged deep into the mud and muck of their actions behind them , dragging them down and down . yes , he’s heard it all and yet never before but today was perhaps the first time he truly felt anything at all for it , was it empathy , sympathy or something else ?
‘ shhh , hush now . ’
cooed quietly in between kisses no longer fuelled by raw passion , the heat of the moment , but of his grace begging to bond deeply with his own soul . and here they are threaded with one another in body and spirit , tangled legs and bare body in softened sheets and it almost reminds him of another time spent with one of the first humans he’d lain with . the only human he thought he could love . yet , he’s quick to erase her from his thoughts , spending all of his energy and that hazy attention he could muster on pepper his face with kisses , all tender and warm .
‘ i know , i know . ’
the understanding to never prod to deeply into one another’s lives without their unraveling of such topics . the quiet moments where hands find each other in the silent hours spent together in the aftermath of carnal desire . time spent enjoying company , where he didn’t have to remain so guarded with hackles always raised , joseph had a way of reaching past the jowls of the beast he became and finding the being he was before the wreck he’d endured . careful , always careful and minding the brambles and thorns that reached out to draw blood and tending carefully to his wounded heart in spite of who and what he was . it’s why he means it when he says he loves him , it’s why sincerity is rich and dripping from his words and from those tender eyes of his as he beholds like his own renewed garden of eden .
‘ there’s something so warm about you , something so untouched and bright . i wish i could keep you forever , i want you for eternity and yet if i consider it i would think it cruel to do so . i’ve ne’er fussed about such things , not in such a long time , joseph . not since eden . i fear you and i adore you . you return me to someone i was a long , long time ago . your book speaks of me ill , speaks of my story but never knew me then . all i can hope is you believe me in what i speak to be the truth , and when i say that i love you . and i do love you . ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
St. John the Baptist (detail) Caravaggio c. 1602
‘ i can’t do it without you. i can’t do this alone. ’ (Caim)
it’s then that he knows he must rise , must drag himself to his feet no matter what the cost , no matter how the pain seeps far deeper than just flesh and bone . tendons to torn and worn to be flown upon as he would before , at least for now , he would need time to heal but right now he simply needed to get up . there was no room for weakness in war and nothing was off-limits , if he wanted this vitriol , if he wanted this form of primeval malevolence to walk the earth among his precious apes then so be it .
‘ y -- yes . yes of course . ’
scuffed palms all red and buzzing , warm from the pain his body suffered through , gain some footing as he pushes himself up . the strain was unbearable , wings still hot , smoking and stinking of burnt flesh and feathers , tense and flap with a sort of pained uncertainty . like some disoriented dove , so startled and almost lost . with every movement , he dives deeper into the misery he feels . the raw anguish and agony that wrack his form relentlessly were near blinding . but still , he persists in spite of it all . because it was only hardening his heart , making him stronger for what was to come .
‘ just -- just give me a moment . ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
@thxvoidwalker asked ; ‘ i want to know what you are. ’
& he’s laid so many years stagnant, unmoving in the face of such a question. this time, however, it feels different. it feels different coming from him. and for something who still clings to holiness, who took the fall in such stride in spite of the anguish he felt -- ( and the misery he still feels to this day ) -- he would be so inclined to repeat such a common phrase all angels who were entrusted with such careful missions did. so easily would it fall off his tongue : ‘ do not be afraid, i am an angel of the lord. ’ he can still recall the voice of his father who spoke the words for he and his siblings to repeat when in such a situation. but he wasn’t his soldier anymore, so rarely and timidly would he even dare to refer to himself as his son alone. still, one thing was true and he would hold tight to the fact until the end of his days, certainly.
hands folded neatly behind his back, head held high, and o’ how the daylight drapes around his form and bathes him in warmth, illuminating his figure completely. what broken halo bleeds such unrelenting rays of blinding radiance but that of the Lightbringer himself. and without missing a beat he simply replies.
‘ an angel . ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
‘ you explain to me… tell me why you abandoned me. ’ (Azrael)
he bristles at that, how could he not ? -- he abandoned them ? HE abandoned THEM ? --- bitterness, hurt and rage, the sickening old kind of venom spreading across his features still so gentle even now after all these centuries of being worn and harboring such hatred. and now azrael comes to him, after all the slaughter, all those laid to cosmic silence who’s grace the light bringer destroyed completely and asks him why he had abandoned him. his family. the same family who would so easily turn on him, the same patron of death that stood idly by while their father disgraced and disowned lucifer as his own son --- his very first son, his first creation. the first creature he poured such a generous portion of light and life into, tossed away so carelessly. disbelief, sourness in his tone, in the way he offers a baffled chortle that lacked in his usual joy and warmth.
‘ what ? ’
& he loved him. he loved him. he loved him. he loved him. it wasn’t fair!
‘ i abandoned YOU ? you watched me silently and without care -- you watched as i was stripped of my status, humiliated in front of the family that i might as well have raised alongside him. where was your defence in my favor when i was turned into an enemy ? into the world’s enemy ? and you think i abandoned YOU ? ’
the audacity of the younger, his words cut deep and hit raw nerves that tore so easily now. blonde curls ablaze in the light that seeps from him, warmth running across his body. how dare he.
‘ no azrael , i will not . i will not tell you why i ‘ abandoned ’ you because i did no such thing. you were free to make your choice, and now that your god -- your father has abandoned us and this world you seek to blame me for his crime ? as if i’m to blame because i perhaps abandoned you first ? if you’re looking for someone to blame then you’ve found quite an overused scapegoat i’m afraid. i left of my own accord, is it wrong of me to stand apart for what i believe in, for not wanting to spend my entire existence kneeling to selfish rotten creatures ? many humans are idolized for rebelling against being forced into such a position to bow without question, an yet i must be interrogated and found to blame for doing the same ? ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
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( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ an old person, huh? in a hospital? phew, better call the coast guard. ’
‘ between you and me, it’s freakin’ comfortable. it’s like i’m wrapped in hugs. ’
‘ don’t make me lick your damn face. ’
‘ don’t you remember? we’re married. ’
‘ drive picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. ’
‘ family don’t end with blood. ’
‘ for us every day is halloween. ’
‘ gun. mouth. now. ’
‘ here ghosty ghosty ghosty. come out, come out wherever you care. ’
‘ hey! ass butt! ’
‘ i can’t do it without you. ’
‘ i can’t do this alone. ’
‘ i could go into detail, but i’m not going to. ’
‘ i don’t care that i don’t care. ’
‘ i found a liquor store and i drank it. ’
‘ i got to say, you, uh… you don’t suck. ’
‘ i lost my shoe. ’
‘ i never lied. that’s important. it’s fundamental. ’
‘ i started a blog. mostly just pictures of cats, they’re so cute. ’
‘ i think the fourth kind is a butt thing. ’
‘ i want to know what you are. ’
‘ i wasn’t supposed to play favorites, but you were mine. ’
‘ i will keep fighting. i’ll keep swinging until i got nothing left. ’
‘ if it’s any consolation, i think you’re a truly awful person. ’
‘ inside, you’re already dead. ’
‘ it’s just an interesting observation. in a, you know, observationally interesting way. ’
‘ i’ll pay you money if you sit still. ’
‘ i’m in pain, that’s how i’m doing. ’
‘ i’m proud of us. ’
‘ maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie cause the think it sucks. cause, i mean, it kinda sucks. ’
‘ maybe you should try ‘plan d’ for ‘dumbass’. ’
‘ no matter what you hear or what you see… promise me you won’t get out of bed. ’
‘ no one in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with. ’
‘ screw consciousness. that’s what i say. ’
‘ so what, our home’s not good enough for the ‘hang in there, kitty’ poster? ’
‘ son of a bitch. ’
‘ sure, humans are weak and they cheat and steal and destroy and disappoint. but they also give and create, and they sing and dance and love. and above all, they never give up. ’
‘ the human soul is not a rubber ball. it’s vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know. and more valuable than you can imagine. ’
‘ there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you. ’
‘ they are better than us. damn right they’re flawed, but a lot of ‘em try. to do better, to forgive. ’
‘ they say you can’t protect your loved ones forever. well, i say screw that. what else is family for? ’
‘ too many things are things. ’
‘ we didn’t lie. we just avoided certain truths to manipulate you. ’
‘ well, boohoo. i’m so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess. ’
‘ we’re far from perfect, but we are good. ’
‘ we’re the ones you should be afraid of. ’
‘ what happens when you’ve decided i can’t be trusted? …again? ’
‘ when you betray us, i’ll be the one to carve your heart out. ’
‘ who cares where happiness comes from? look, we’re all a little weird, we’re all a little wacky – some more than others – but… if it works, it works. ’
‘ you are a great big bag of dicks. ’
‘ you brave little soldier. i acknowledge your pain. ’
‘ you don’t have to be ruled by fate. you can choose freedom. ’
‘ you explain to me… tell me why you abandoned me. ’
‘ you have a guinea pig? …where? ’
‘ you know who does that? crazy people! we are insane. ’
‘ you know who spies on people? spies! ’
‘ you, me? we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved! i just want to be loved. ’
‘ you’re all duct tape and safety pins inside. ’
‘ you’re bossy… and short. ’
‘ you’re too precious for this world. ’
Let’s go home. I am home.