mito remembers a lot of things. he has photographic memory. he remembers the night he met you—he was assigned to be your guardian angel, to protect you and guide you in the right direction. really nothing new to him, it was his job after all. it was winter and the air was icy cold, a harsh welcome back to the human realm that stung at his skin, reddening his cheeks, causing him to shiver and grunt in annoyance. it'd been a while since he'd been on earth and he was definitely still not used to this weather.
but he remembers how warm it felt when he looked through your bedroom window and saw you for the first time, sleeping peacefully, beautiful as ever. it was nearing the negatives where you lived, the cold could be felt even through the thickest of fabric. yet somehow, when he saw you, it was like he'd stepped into a huge furnace, the warmth engulfing his body like a fire and searing through his skin, going straight to his chest. he remembers how it felt like time came to a standstill, as if it ceased to exist. he's existed for a very long time, so you could say he knows what eternity feels like, but when he saw you it was like even eternity itself came to a stop. he'd never been so mesmerized by anyone or anything in his entire existence, much less someone such as a human being, like you. he never paid attention to humans much, but you're different.
mito also remembers what your soul looks like. he has photographic memory. although he can't see it anymore, he knows it's still the same. you still haven't changed, even though he has—he's gone through so much change, and yet you still treat him the same. you still make a little extra food for him when you cook dinner in case he decides to drop by. you still wash and put away the clothes he forgets at your place. you still let him crash in your bed. still let him fuck you in it too.
with you, it's like nothing ever happened. it's like he never fell from heaven. if anything, it's like he's still an angel in your eyes. he's realized he finds solace in that, knowing that you still see him the same way, despite everyone else betraying and abandoning him because of what he had become. even his own god, his own creator didn't have the heart to even look him in the eye. he didn't have anywhere else to turn, and admittedly, the only thing he could really remember was your soul. he'd lost a lot of his angelic abilities, everything he'd ever known was stripped away from him, but he could still picture it like he was really seeing it right then and there. he didn't even have to try. it was the only thing he could truly see and find comfort in as he realized it was real and there was no turning back.
it's the only thing he could remember as he was plummeting, helpless, his wings shredding from the speed of the fall. it felt like an eternity, and mito knows what eternity feels like. the sudden pain he felt when he hit the ground felt like it would kill him right then and there, because he'd become aware of everything—the limited concept of time, the pain of his skin scraping across the gravel, getting caught in it, the realization that he was no longer a heavenly body. he was simply a man now. but in the midst of all of it, despite the millions of thoughts running through his now very limited, overthinking mind, he saw your soul.
it was a lot more beautiful than his, even before he fell. he always thought his was dull and boring compared to yours. if he had to be honest, everyone else's soul was the same, plain canvas, filled in with boring colors. yours was like a magnificent array of colors he didn't even know existed, molded together perfectly. he'd never seen such a beautiful coexistence, not even in heaven itself. he even remembered how it sounded—a gentle hum, not too loud or quiet, accompanied by soft strings, like a lullaby of some sorts that only you knew. it was almost haunting in a way, and it made him wonder sometimes if his creator was taunting him with the melody, as if it were a silent reminder of what he'd lost that day.
he wasn't sure if he really cared, though. it's hard to care, especially when he has you under him, calling out his name so sweetly the way you always do, soft pleasured whines escaping your lips. the only thing he can really care about is the way your warmth feels around his cock, clenching with every sharp movement of his hips. he pins your arms to the mattress when he fucks you, thrusting into you slowly but roughly, because he loves the little squeaks and gasps that you let out when he does so.
your bottom lip is swollen and bleeding a little from his teeth nipping at it when he kisses you and the way you're biting it so roughly to stifle your sounds, and your faced is flushed, pupils blown out with lust. he's already made you cum twice, but you're still begging for more, and he loves how you're now so overstimulated and fucked out that you can't even think for yourself anymore.
mito remembers the way that you looked at him when you first saw him. that awestruck look on your face, because you'd never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as him in your entire life. he loves that you still look at him the same way, especially in moments like these, when he's got you right where he wants you—giving yourself to him like this and letting him love you the way you deserve, because you're the only one who ever truly loved him for him, no matter how much he changed, how many mistakes he made, no matter the monster that he's become. you're looking at him like he's the only thing that really matters, and that's all he cares about. mito doesn't have eternity anymore, but he does have all the time in the world with you, and although it comes with it's limitations and uncertainties, as long as it's you, it is enough.
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