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Gabriel didn’t want Lucifer to retreat either, and it sadden them to watch as the other moved back. They weren’t going to actually do anything to stop it. They were both too proud and too caught up in their own feelings to take the chance.
Mostly Gabriel just wanted Lucifer to hold them. Or to go back to the time when Lucifer would always hold them. When things were certain and right and good. When they would have followed Lucifer anywhere. Before the idea of being truly afraid had ever even crossed their mind.
Now they were so broken down even Lucifer could send terror running through them. Now they could stand right in front of each other like this and still be a million miles apart. Gabriel hated everything about this. Then again, Gabriel had hated everything about most of their existence for a long time. They were just particularly good at hiding it.
Still, even with all of that taken into account, Gabriel believed that it was worth trying, and they knew that eventually one of them would have to bite the bullet. They extended their hand out to Lucifer wordlessly. Even for someone so found of speaking it didn’t feel right. There were no words, and even if there had been Gabriel didn’t think they needed them.
Lucifer hesitated for a long moment when Gabriel reached out, but at their core they were a selfish creature. If you gave the devil an inch, you had to know they would take a mile.
A gentle smile flashed across Lucifer’s face, which was the only warning they gave before grabbing the proffered hand by the wrist and pulling Gabriel forward. They wrapped their arms around their baby sibling and held them close.
Gabriel would always feel small to Lucifer, no matter their vessel’s size. The archangels had come into existence fully formed but... incomplete. God hadn’t taken the time to notice, always busy as he was with the next big project, but Lucifer had been there from the beginning. That was always their role: to do what their father wouldn’t. To be what their father wasn’t.
And well... if they were being honest, God was never much of a father at all.
Lucifer stroked a hand through Gabriel’s hair and held them tighter. Softly, they said, “I hope you realize I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”












