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Out here a barista got many customers to serve. But? This doesnβt mean you should shy away from liking and following if you wish to interact with a post canon Sanda/lphon from the Gr/anblue Fantasy series!
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( π ) : for our muses to watch the sun rise together. // from lucifer wiseksnks
There's a bittwersweetness much like their shared drinks that will, perhaps, never rub off even when the impossible had been made possible - even with the time he's known and processed the other's come back, that his efforts were not for naught and all the soul seeking where he had to deal with far more than how his core β their cores... all of the primal beast's cores ever were made for β were programed to ever function, evolving and everchanging in painful ways no matter if limbs were twisted, torn and emotions stabbed them a thousand times. Sandalphon still could wake up everyday, meet the other for a talk about everything and nothing at all; and somehow his life be... remarkably peaceful.
It felt unreal, and even now, Sandalphon wonders when his eyes will finally open to only meeting back the gaze of worn, dusty blocks of wood ceiling and an empty spot there where only a lone white plume rests in silence.
Of course, he kicks the thoughts away as they come, the fears that will always haunt his gut - it was easier that way.
'' I suppose you've seen a sight like this many times, Lucifer-sama. I'm afraid it's not going to be much different, but even then... I'm glad, we can share a moment like this. '' The comment slides as hands cup on the delicate ceramic of his cup, half empty while gaze lingers on the first rays of sunlight that the sunrise paints the skies anew into a beautiful array of blush oranges while chasing away the darkness of the night, hides away stars of beyond the skies along the moon, and brown plumes that fold behind his back on the angel's armor-less fit of just the inner wear, large skirt and boots rustle with the breeze of the gentle glide of the grancypher silent buoyancy in her almost endless paths through the skies.
'' If you feel cold I can produce a blanket for you, too. '' Anything. Honestly. Even when where they stood was more or less what it had been left once their goodbyes had once been and now were another welcome backs, Sandalphon offers the same hospitality as ever - even when his own soul has matured, edges roughened, kindness more easy to offer despise there being the ever so present awkwardness that stuttered under his lips. The wish to serve, the innate need to make the other's burdens a little bit less heavy always shows.
α°π¬ ππ°π²π·ππΏ .α RANDOM SCENARIOS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
( βοΈ ) : for our muses to get married at the courthouse.
( π ) : for our muses to fight in a quiet corner of a crowded party.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to get ready to go out in front of the same mirror.
( πΊ ) : for our muses to have a date at the drive-in.
( π¬ ) : for our muses to meet outside a building during a smoke break.
( π―οΈ ) : for our muses to talk in a room lit only by candles.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to cross paths in an abandoned house.
( π ) : for our muses to meet outside the police department.
( 𧳠) : for our muses to be at a bus terminal late at night.
( π§οΈ ) : for our muses to be stranded together in the rain.
( π¨ ) : for our muses to stay in neighboring motel rooms.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to sit beside each other in a waiting room.
( π ) : for our muses to be in a quiet library aisle.
( π³οΈ ) : for our muses to encounter each other underground.
( π ) : for our muses to be paired together for an unwanted task.
( πͺ¦ ) : for our muses to meet up at a gravesite.
( π°οΈ ) : for our muses to be stuck waiting for something that never comes.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to talk through a bathroom door.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to wake up in the same bed.
( π» ) : for our muses to be at a bar just before closing.
( π§Ό ) : for our muses to clean up after a mess.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to talk through a window.
( πΏ ) : for our muses to shower or bathe together.
( π§₯ ) : for our muses to share a coat in the cold.
( π£οΈ ) : for our muses to be stranded on the side of the road.
( πͺ΅ ) : for our muses to gather at a dying campfire.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to be at a seasonal fair.
( π§ ) : for our muses to share a drink meant for one.
( π₯ ) : for our muses to talk in a hospital hallway.
( π©Ί ) : for our muses to accompany each other during a medical emergency.
( π§ ) : for our muses to attend a therapy or counseling session together.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to discuss signing something important.
( π« ) : for our muses to meet up in an empty school after hours.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to be in a militarized zone.
( π« ) : for our muses to meet at gunpoint.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to prepare for a fight together.
( π©» ) : for our muses to meet up in the aftermath of brutality.
( π ) : for our muses to go shopping in a nearly empty grocery store.
( π§Ύ ) : for our muses to argue over who owes what.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to shop for something intimate together.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to share a campsite overnight.
( π² ) : for our muses to get lost in the woods together.
( πΎ ) : for our muses to track something dangerous.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to meet up on an empty beach at dawn.
( π ) : for our muses to hang out at a community pool after hours.
( βοΈ ) : for our muses to sit beside each other on a turbulent flight.
( π§ ) : for our muses to disagree on which direction to go.
( πΊοΈ ) : for our muses to be lost, sharing a map.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to meet up on a rooftop overlooking the city.
( π ) : for our muses to wander the city all night together.
( π ) : for our muses to exchange something small but meaningful.
( ποΈ ) : for our muses to attempt a truce.
( βοΈ ) : for our muses to meet on opposite sides of a conflict.
( πͺ ) : for our muses to work together on a dangerous task.
( π§ ) : for our muses to rely on each other to survive a fall.
( π§ ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere freezing.
( π₯ ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere burning.
( 𧡠) : for our muses to fix something broken together.
( π οΈ ) : for our muses to work side by side without talking.
( πΆοΈ ) : for our muses to recognize each other too late.
( πͺͺ ) : for our muses to meet under false identities.
( πΈ ) : for our muses to take a photograph together.
( πΌοΈ ) : for our muses to meet in front of something symbolic.
( π§ ) : for our muses to share headphones.
( πΆ ) : for our muses to bond over a song they both hate.
( π§― ) : for our muses to deal with an emergency together.
( π¨ ) : for our muses to meet when alarms start going off.
( π―οΈ ) : for our muses to mourn the same loss.
( πͺ¦ ) : for our muses to grieve over the dead.
( π ) : for our muses to meet in a place meant to break them.
( π« ) : for our muses to say something they can't take back.
( π ) : for our muses to share a night they won't discuss later.
( π ) : for our muses to watch the sun rise together.
"Lord Sandalphon! I have learned a new mortal tradition! Can you assess whether I did it correctly or not?"
And there she appears before him, in a costume that isn't exactly one-to-one, but it's overall design and colorway is cleverly referencing a particular time in a certain someone's life...
"I think this will do quite the 'trick,' don't you think? The enigams can't hide from me now!"
β from raziel π
...
to say that the current supreme primarch was flabbergasted was an understatement. The sheer audacity, the nerve...! It was one thing when Lucio donned all happy-go-lucky those robes that were absolutely a sick joke of making the former researcher's image a costume but this?
'' ... '' Speechless, utterly speechless the archangel had all there to be. Million possibilities raced through his completely shocked face, from just scuffing the other from the neck again and take her away somewhere no one would see... this. To give her the lecture of her life and change to something else, yet the words could never come out, he looked like a gasping fish with the thin of lips opening and closing various times as if that'd miraculously help emit a sound, something.
It is after a bit, that... sincere cheerfulness of hers that in the end spoke nothing but earnest joy over frivolities like these that break the utter shock Sandalphon has, where he finally has strength to just pinch the bridge of his nose, inhale long and deep before deflating into an exhale, shoulders slacking while adverting his gaze β ugh... '' Raziel... I don't... think to don something inspired to my past is.... '' Respectful? well; in her defense, he did make himself a legend for that time when he had rampaged and brought islands down. Where the culprit of such grand crimes never were given a name or a form but survivors did see his silhouette and there obvious witness that could somewhat give a form to what caused such cataclysms that many years ago. Yet still...! '' β n-nevermind... Honestly so long you're happy, it fits. '' words tiredly fall knowing that he'll regret enabling the other angel like this but what can he do? is not like Lyria has done the same in the past; and there's Lucio's case too.
Amendments for his crimes had to bite his shadow in any form, after all - and if this is some form of it.... then he will, albeit hesitantly, bear with it and later down a hot cup of coffee anyways.
cxffexngel ---> promissesprimarch
Wanted a lil fresh url for him so now he gets one!
Also made a new blog for Nehan! still gotta make his verse, rules, etc pages but know ya can poke him! @mediclzen
using that sword... the Efes. Feels weird and yet a breath of fresh air. Unlike his ever trusty broadsword Lucifer bestowed him, betrayed him with and continued his path upon the skies and protecting them with it's worn edges until the very end.
When and how he got his hands on it remains still an enigma even to him - a fateful day after the encounter and defeat of the Phoenix, the blade had just piqued his interest from afar and took it with himself - something called to him from within, it's blade all twisted and mangled and yet deals poweful strikes beyond mortals would ever imagine.
Nonetheless, Given it's unknown nature and having let Cags deal with examining it, Sandalphon has found himself relying back to his old one, the one he's used and worn down tough hands that marred in sins, blood and callouses from millennia worth of battle. β most importantly.... It requires a good check up as well, even swords made from astral technology and Lucifer's blessings were not free from wear and tear; the telltale signs in the form of dulled edges and a very deserve polishing.
So, for now β lonesome soul that Sandalphon is, shall occupy the blacksmithing room for himself, obviously having asked for it's use beforehand and hopefully not one interrupting his little self proclaimed tasks, a ritual of sorts only he wants to do alone.
[ @cxffexngel said; ] '' This is... Boba coffee Machiatto. It escapes me why adding tapioca does something for mortals but I guess if to bring a more comfortable space for people means to adapt my menu... '' But little would Sandalphon like to admit that he found it a crime against everything he stands for to see the drink of millenia old crafting, the very epitome of what bonded him to... Lucifer, defaced in such a manner...! And yet, it was how it evolves with each millenia what he would've loved to see the most. Ever so kindhearted Lucifer ever was. '' You can try it, it's sweet and doesn't have strong smells. '' It hardly could be considered coffee at this point honestly, with the milk and chocolate and those ball shaped little mass thingies resting idly on the bottom of it... What an absolute horrifying creation his own hands have been defiled withβ!
βββ ββββββ βββ ββ ββββββ βββ... what a curious concept. ββ ββββββ βββa concept that it didn't take a genius to see that Sandalphon was not exactly privy to.
ββ ββββββ βββthere's deepness to his voice, a way that he's fighting for his expression not to change as he stares down at the amalgamation creation that Six similarly scrutinizes.
ββ ββββββ βββexcept that Six's gaze is filled with curiosity, in contrast to Sandalphon's great indignation.
ββ ββββββ βββhe isn't sure how much he really believes that people actually like... food, in their drinks. ββ ββββββ βββa part of him believes that this is perhaps some sort of myth someone spread that he is unfortunately to act as the debunker for, and it makes him apprehensive.
ββ ββββββ βββbut, on the other hand...
ββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββ
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` I can't promise you that I won't spit it out. ββββ βββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ βI'm not used to having things in my drink. ``
ββ ββββββ βββand, if he's honest, he's also worrying about swallowing too fast and choking on one. what will one of these beads feel like when it enters his mouth? what if he swallows one whole?
ββ ββββββ βββa trail of sweat travels down his exposed temple, and pulls the cup a little closer as his ears swivel back. he can feel his reservations creeping up his spine.
ββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββ... at least there truly was no smell as he promised. ββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββ( not that Sandalphon would ever lie to him. )
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` Here goes... `` ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ
ββ ββββββ βββββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββ ββββββ βββhis lips close around the wide straw... ββ ββββββ βββ... and he sips.
ββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββ... and he sips some more.
ββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββββ ββββββ βββ... and he sips even more.
ββ ββββββ βββhis arms cross atop the table in front of the cup, as he if he's claimed it, and he just keeps sipping.
ββ ββββββ ββββ until finally, he pulls off to chew.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` Mm... `` βͺ
ββ ββββββ βββhe likes it.
Sandalphon truly didn't have many expectations when crafting such a sacrilege to the craft, from making those tapioca balls to mixing hard earned roast with the sweetened milk and chocolate syrup β Really. Expecting the other's reaction to be either neutral β but the hints had been there from the past. From needing less strongly scented brews to whenever he'd remember passing times at Raduga's and those only milk drinks that the eternal would order.
But despise the horror sinking in his core, knowing the other had absolutely adored it from that silence alone to how the poor amalgamation of a drink simply disappears before his eyes... At least it helps to know this made the other happy. Truly.
Even when he's still in the opinion mortals taste on drinks sometimes is the most scandalous things he's been witness to.
'' It appears it is your taste. Need a second round? I... still have leftover tapioca that would go bad if I leave them overnight. '' There's a slight defeated sigh in his tone but nothing to think about. A personal quip that only he's at fault when in the end, it's outweighed by the delight he's been able to bring to the other. '' As far as I know, a lot of mortals like to chew on these after the drink or... even play with them using that wide straw. I don't get it, but if it makes them more comfortable... ''
'' My idea was to someday open a free drink stand at stardust town β Seofon brought the idea to the table sometime ago and considering mortal children aren't usually fond of stronger drinks, I guessed adapting my brews to things Lyria favors might paint better with the children there. And perhaps even the more grown ups. '' But the deal is there to stay too - if even adult mortals loved the drinks who is he to deny them this even when he personally would rather serve black brews? Except for the winged fool that once every a blue moon decided to flaunt that face with that smile that was all wrong. Now that's someone who's permanently banned from even breathing in his direction.
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββthe sound causes an ear to give a slight flick. ββ ββββββ ββββthe frequency is high, enough to tickle the sensitive inner canals, but not enough to warrant anything more. if anything, it piques his intrigue, and he ventures a step closer to sate his curiosity's calling.
ββ ββββββ ββββputting things away, possibly?
ββ ββββββ ββββor pulling cups out for a bit of a late night indulgence?
ββ ββββββ ββββit wouldn't be out of character for him, either which way. ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` No... I just wanted to see if I could take up some of your ββββ βββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ βββtime, if that was alright with you anyway. ``
ββ ββββββ ββββa brief pause ends with another question.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` Did you just finish, or can I help with something? ``
ββ ββββββ ββββ
The question hangs over Sandalphon's head, not really taking the hint for several moments until the familiarity of the other's presence, those eyes... A reflection of a long gone past where it was him bidding the extra time, to make up an excuse to bond with the sun itself a younger, naive sandalphon once tried everything in his disposal to make the one that his heart belonged to stay β even if for just a single minute more.
A understanding smile dawns on the archangel, unspoken but yet so clear as day against the dim welcome light of dying candles that the archangel's own power keep alive but not too bright - Slowly he's better at reading others without assuming too much or too little so he opts to shake his head a bit. '' I just finished being the Barista for the day, but that doesn't mean no one is allowed to be here. on the contrary... I tend to stay even after these hours to simply enjoy the silence - count stars perhaps. Clean here and there... I'd not mind a hand. '' Offers as bargain, all while pointing at the pile of washed dishes not to far to their right, upon the dishwasher. '' That or you can simply stay, this place... It's more or less what I wish to make for a future cafe if I ever open one myself; long after should this airship reach it's destination and fate allows it for some peace. ''
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` @cxffexngel... ββββ βββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ βββDo you have a minute? `` ββ ββββββ ββββ
'' Ah... I just sent off the last of crewmembers on their way to close and leave the kitchen to anyone needing a break. So... Theoretically yes. '' Comes the words after the gentle clink of various cups stashed away within the comfortable walls of shelves of worn wood, kicking up a bit of dust as they settle but goes unseen to the naked eye. The pause is slight, the Archangel untying his apron in an expertly quick way to let it hang on one chair for the day, and then bring back his attention to the Erune.
'' Is something the matter? '' and even if nothing's wrong, Sandalphon himself didn't mind a light chat, not with how slowly he's come to find the Eternal's presence more than just an acquaintance's presence but some sort... of friendship. A comfortable one that didn't disturb his quiet and peace and in turn, brought actually interesting nights sometimes. So his expression is inquisitive, a brow raised slightly but leaves the space for the other to either keep going or pull back, no judgements at all but a neutral ground with enough familiarity.
βββ ββββββ βββ ββ ββββββ ββββwhen Sandalphon humbly requested his help in preening a few pesky feathers that were just out of his reach, Six had thought little to nothing of it.
ββ ββββββ ββββin his mind, these were things that friends did. ββ ββββββ ββββlike telling someone their hair was in disarray after going through a wind tunnel, or pointing out a bit of food that had missed someone's mouth by just a few centimeters.
ββ ββββββ ββββhe had not anticipated receiving similar treatment, let alone so quickly. or to such an extent.
ββ ββββββ βββmore than that, he could have refused. Sandalphon would have listened, and he knows he would have.
ββ ββββββ ββββ... but instead, he bit his tongue. ββ ββββββ ββββif Sandalphon, a friend, wished to help him too, then... he shouldn't turn him away. ββ ββββββ ββββeven if this feels like asking too much.
ββ ββββββ ββββso, he instead sits, ears standing tall and unmoving as to not disturb the hand currently swabbing inside of the sensitive canal with a ball of cotton. βββ ββββββ βββ
βββ ββββββ βββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... Are you sure you want to be doing something like ββββ βββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββthis? You don't owe me anything, you know. ββββ βββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββI'm fine with just leaving it at that. ``
ββ ββββββ ββββwhich isn't to say that this didn't feel nice or anything, but he also wanted to make it clear that he didn't... expect this of him. ββ ββββββ ββββ( at the very least, he isn't outright rejecting his kindness. )
ββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββ@cxffexngel offers support. βββ ββββββ βββ
It is through trial and error, patience build brick by brick - temperance and a bit of his own mix of empathy that's amassed ever since creation thousand millenia ago that sandalphon has learned that sometimes it's good to depend on others.
where once he'd just have to take care of just a pair of wings, suddenly he had to work with three pairs β mixing the floor into a colorful mess of fluffy pinnions that sometimes the girl in blue and singularity themselves would help scooping away when they'd not fade into the ether as they usually do - more desnse in magic as they held on their physical form for longer. Those times he'd either store the feathes somewhere, absorb them back to his core or let Lyria toy with them to her heart's content after a several minute long stare-off of big, beady eyes against harsh red ones.
She'd always win those.
Seox was more meticulous, even for someone who was anxiety's incarnate when the mask peeled off the other's face on those unfortunate moments becoming prey of the captain's whims. Those times reminds Sandalphon a lot of when he's the end of the joke, being shot back his own words at the most unpreceded moment to be caught off guardβ one never knows when captain will strike, such is their power of being an unpredictable force to turn the tides of fate plays in hand to even the smallest things, actions...
The erune is careful, shy... his hands may have more blood staining them than many could imagine and yet treated his wings with the care of a porcelain vase, Sandalphon learning how to let his walls down, to trust β so it was only natural to offer the same. Knowing an Erune's ears were as sensitive and needed some extra care, being also in an angle where one's own hands could only reach so much before they needed an extra help, so it had come as a surprice when Seox had accepted, after a bit of a wait, his offer. So he'd pay the carefulness with rough hands that also attempt gentleness, Seox's instructions followed from start to finish, carefully handling the swam with soothing oiment between fluffy hair that protected it's inner cannals. Truly... it was a much different thing to know by books how mortal anatomy worked versus having it up close.
'' It's the least I can doβ for sparring with me, and helping out with my wings. '' he says like it's a matter-of fact, eyes fixed on the fluff while his other hand carefully pulls away any pale and grey fur to see better where he's cleaning. '' It was not easy to pick from so many wings and yet you did flawlessly on your first try... Even Lyria often gets tired halfway in, heh. '' Which is obvious considering their grand difference in terms of life experience and built bodies. Lyria is frail, petite where Seox hid a well toned, scarred body worth of a warrior β So if was only normal the other man would rarely tire himself unless finding the perfect match; a long sparring between the eternal and the current supreme primarch, claws and blade meeting soundlessly at speeds the eternal would often tell the other to either hold back or hold nothing back against just to test their limits, strengthen the body and soul.
'' So, more or less, I'm doing this in desire to help back for the same reasons you offered to assist me with my own plight. I'm still... getting used to so many wings, as heavy as they feel on me. ''
ββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββ β@cxffexngelΒ asked, ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ βββββ"This isn't a training exercise, is it?" The primarch is still.... kind of getting used to the long road of mortal customs. Whatever is the eternal doing definitely is out of whatever he knows. There's a concerned look in his eyes and the way brows knit subtly, brown wings out from having flown with a few cargo that were delivered to the nearby village that the crew were assisting so his plumes are ready with some magic for any necessary healing.
ββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββββββββββ
ββ ββββββ ββββ... at least, at the very surface level, that was the truth.
ββ ββββββ ββββwhen a sparring partner couldn't be found, his own afterimages sufficed. ββ ββββββ ββββit kept him sharp. kept him quick. and if they managed a hit on him, it obviously meant one round wasn't enough.
ββ ββββββ ββββas such, as the very last shadowed likeness of himself was slashed to nothingness, Six's movements stilled, shallow pants heaved in and huffed out in quick succession.
ββ ββββββ ββββthere was a ringing in his ears. ββ ββββββ ββββone of his clones managed a harsh kick right to the center of his chest at one point, and another took the opportunity for a follow - up blow to the side of his head.
ββ ββββββ ββββit wasn't hard enough to concuss him, but the dizziness that sets in after the fact is proving difficult to shake off.
ββ ββββββ ββββas adamant as he would have been to call forth another set, he decides a break is in order, even if it interfered with the true reason he'd wanted to lose himself in this training in the first place ; ββ ββββββ ββββa mental deterrent.
ββ ββββββ ββββ... though, it seems that perhaps fate is on his side today. ββ ββββββ ββββjust as he sags to try and further catch his breath, shaking his head back and forth to quicken the process of regaining his senses, a familiar voice cuts through the deafening ringing.
ββ ββββββ ββββit was Sandalphon, ββ ββββββ ββββand at the mark of his descent, Six forces his back to straighten again, squaring his shoulders and steadying himself on his feet. ββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ βββ
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... Something like that. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββ ββI can't allow myself to get too complacent, or slow. ``
ββ ββββββ ββββ... the mind fog was still thick, however. ββ ββββββ ββββhe has to think a little harder for the words, be a little more mindful to make sure they're coherent enough to comprehend as he strings them.
ββ ββββββ ββββit's safe to say that healing may indeed be necessary.
The archangel could have an inkling of what could've happened. Knowing the gist of the other's power - summoning mirrors of himself to match the speed and in the end, also never hurt anyone during a sparring.
that didn't mean that he'd hurt himself, and Sandalphon can't help but be worried, despise if he had (and probably could maybe do the same) such an ability he'd also spar with himself keep his senses sharp. So... he kind of understands. There's a solemnt moment of deliverance, where sharp, crimson gaze digs into the other's collapsed form and wounds that were trying to heal on their own - a healer would be able to mend them in no time but one right now would be a bit far.
It'd take a walk, perhaps. Or maybe visiting that one erune doctor that he's seen the other both talk about and also visit often whenever they'd visit the island full of mortal children - the very same that would sometimes flock the archangel and demand to see his wings and be handsy little menaces.
Heh.
'' There's no judgement here, about your plight. I constantly push myself more that captain would be happy to see me doing, your secret is sealed with me. Allow me at least to assist you. '' Says, gently as the current supreme primarch downs himself to one knee, wings tucked on his back politely as the larger flight feathers tap on chipped, old wood a bit and push dust away. A hand is offeren a bit as the outlines glow with a gentle, soothing feeling. '' Try to not worry them too much, I may not show it but also I thrive for looking out for everyone here, so whatever i can help with, I'll gladly try and lend a hand should you need it too β I finished my duties for now, after all. '' The once bitter angel says with a soft rumble in his voice, low for them two, existences burdened with violent pasts amending to be their best selves, that only offers nothing but understanding. There's a gentle quirk on the side of his lip, an understanding smile he offers. '' I could help you spar as well, considering the eternals can hold their own even on the most impossible situations β perhaps that could be better than mirror battles. ''
"lord michael of fire, she is so valorous! lord gabriel of water, as graceful as peaceful rain. lord raphael of wind who is as noble as persistent zephyrs. and lord uriel of earth, humble and unshakable. no wonder they were collectively second only to lord lucifer himself. with their strong foundations, i have no doubt that even if it's difficult, they would've found a way regardless." her hands fold upon the countertop, contemplating awestruck memories of their remarkable forms. each of the primarchs were gifted six splendid wings and miracles beyond anything raziel dreamed of. despite having helped the singularity attain something close to godhood, that sight of her former superiors would still be the guiding light towards whatever accomplishments she aimed towards. they were strength aided by lucifer's parting words.
her gaze wandered a bit. in reality, she'd never really expressed herself so candidly until she was able to meet sandalphon on terms not under the pressure of some world-ending event. it felt... nice to get all of this off her chest. "i can't speak for them, though for me personally, i enjoy my designation. i don't know if it's because it's my programming, or what, but it brings me personal fulfillment. aha... i tried my hand at authoring. i still think i have a ways to go..."
in a world that has long outgrown the need for their kind (angels, she has concluded, were an invasive species, just as the astrals themselves were; they were never meant for the authority given to them), no doubt that adapting was of utmost import should they continue to exist β all primals were on this same boat. that was fine, she supposed. they had eternity to figure it out. sandalphon's graceful offering was answer enough. her smile widens and becomes as sweet and sincere as the treat offered, gladly taken with bright enthusiasm.
"mortals are inquisitive too, you know. they only advance because they ask questions!" a cheery giggle. if her wings were out, they'd be fluttering. in place of that, she enjoys deliciousness with sparkles in those light eyes. "so i doubt they'd be terribly oppressed by a query or two! though, as grateful as i am, i'm not here to ask direct questions. rather, to spend time with you on this sunny, enigmatic beach! getting to know someone doesn't have to be probing."
not him. "oh, that'll be no problem... i don't think i'll ever get used to him." his face was uncanny... so was his personality... what was up with that?
raziel becomes comically serious, getting her game-face on. "lord sandalphon, the kind of help i can offer for now is... maybe, i can handle the customers? serving coffee seems to be your forte, i wouldn't want to interrupt that at this stage. no, i require more observation to fully understand your method."
While the smaller angel talks Sandalphon can't help but sigh, not dejectedly nor from exhasperation but something close to... fodnenss, maybe glee in there as well that Sandalphon definitelly prides himself as to not let it show too much. (Which, honestly, anyone can guess it's written all over his face.) '' ... Yeah. But don't let them hear you they might pick on you, Uriel especially tends to be very handsy when complimented. '' or worse, smother her in praises until poor Raziel is left into a shaking, blushing mess probably as the four would absolutely find her nothing less than adorable β not a bad end for her, but even then Sandalphon would like for everyone to be alive even one day.
And there it is, that bitterness that often looms at the back oh his mind every time faced with any of the angels and archangels whenever they'd drop by. Raziel, who was created after him had already a purpose - that Sandalphon could only watch with nothing but eyes that slowly muddled with jealously and later anger; not at her but that even she was able to flare her wings and fly off to missions while he'd root in his man-made prison without bars.
This, he doesn't say. Nor his face sours which he's learned to prevent by occupying himself with a blend of his own to drown the poison of his tongue. '' It all comes with time. It hasn't exactly been easy for Michael, especially, as far as I've heard from the others. She's lived with Uriel for a while figuring out what she wanted to do... so I guess β What you want to do besides collecting enigmas might come later. '' And he adds with a gentle sigh, scarlet gaze falling on various of the fruits stacked neatly by the countertop. Fresh, glistering clean from having washed them before. '' I still plan on opening a more permanent cafe of my own when Captain's mission is over, so trying temporal stays like this helps considering various factors. '' And seeing horrible crimes as how mortals still prefer silly drinks with nonsense flavored mixing rather than his hard earned beans be of use....!
Actually, scratch that. Raziel definitely will make someone uncomfortable or scare them off with her nosiness β but..... at least it's extra seats for the eldery? So supposing that's not a bad idea, Sandalphon for now will overlook it. '' Alright. Then... uh β just pick the orders of each customer whenever they call with a hand up or something. If I'm too full with orders feel free to assist me as well. '' And yet despise his best attempt at being a Leader, Sandalphon's unsure how to even begin. Thankfully the other distracted with the pastry offered, he just goes back to the usual, giving his back to the other.
It shouldn't be too bad, right?
Hours pass, orders come and go, the sun slowly has moved from high up to now almost meeting the sea by the horizon as it paints the skies a warm orange and pinks as fluffy clouds also paint the canvas of blue skies warmer tones that looked nostalgic. Skydweller numbers starting to dissipate as most of them are back to their inns and hotels, older ones staying but preferring the stalls that offered obnoxious alcoholic drinks (Even now he cannot understand the drinking culture, and probably will never come and begin picking on it as last time he tried a taste.... it didn't go well.) And seeing Raziel so earnestly doing her best.... has made the day a bit brighter. Truly. So before she's back from her last orders delivered, Sandalphon had prepared a more warm blend, the usual β it's cold, nights become only bright at the gentle peek of the moon and the lights of various lamps. No disasters have happened besides whatever nonsense he'd see from the corner of his eye at whatever the Captain would probably do or have happening around them.
For now, his assitance was not needed, for now... he will allow himself a selfish thing. '' Raziel... Lets rest for now. I prepared a blend that.... he used to like a lot. ''
βββ ββββββ βββ ββ ββββββ ββββthere's a short silence that follows, as was how Seox worked. ββ ββββββ ββββinternalizing information, feeling it ; ββ ββββββ ββββa creature ruled by emotion, whose understanding came from what feelings each piece invoked within.
ββ ββββββ ββββthese ones, he finds, were not new. they were old, but still raw β would possibly always be raw, ββ ββββββ ββββgranted the tenacity of the bloody hands belonging to the ghosts brought to be by his own actions gripping at his neck. ββ ββββββ ββββhe is not a monster, the captain insisted, but he knows his slaughtered clanmates would not agree.
ββ ββββββ ββββand who knew of Nehan's stance on the matter.
ββ ββββββ ββββlast they spoke, it had ended amicably... ββ ββββββ ββββin comparison to all times before.
ββ ββββββ ββββperhaps there was hope there, but Seox knew never to hold his breath. ββ ββββββ ββββthere are still parts of Nehan that he couldn't understand. parts that he wanted to, ββ ββββββ ββββbut would only be allowed when Nehan was ready to let him. if ever.
ββ ββββββ ββββnevertheless... Sandalphon's words were ones that perhaps he himself would ββ ββββββ ββββhave said based on those two facts alone, had he have taken the opportunity presented to speak first.
ββ ββββββ ββββso was to say...
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... Sounds like me. ``
ββ ββββββ ββββand because it sounds so much like him, he decides to even the playing grounds a bit. ββ ββββββ ββββhis mask is set down onto the table β the full one, anyways. ββ ββββββ ββββSeofon had taken the incentive to have it remade when he'd come back from Karm, ββ ββββββ ββββbut he always kept the one that Nehan had broke.
ββ ββββββ ββββit was a reminder. proof of what he had done. proof that he must face it. both his past, and his present. ββ ββββββ ββββproof that he now slips over the right side of his face. ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... But I've never heard of a case where strength or ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββposition dictates whether or not you're allowed to be ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββhaunted by the past. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββOr whether or not you're allowed to be afraid of making ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββa mistake.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββ... I've been afraid for most of my life. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββOf myself. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββOf the possibility that I could repeat my own folly ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββonce again, someday.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββPut that beside the fact that Eternals are meant to be ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββthe strongest mortals in the skies...
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββThen, what does that make me? A fool? `` ββ ββββββ ββββ
words about what happened in the clan the Erune young man comes from is vague. Sandalphon hasn't made much research or asked; from simply not digging in the information at all and not to disturb the only two that remain from such a violent past. Especially the progenitor of what had befallen the guillotine of carnage and death's scythe upon all of what it was.
'' Perhaps. '' The words fall mutely at the downcast gaze that held millenia old stories and weariness. '' We all are fools but, in the end, as far as I've learned, is what makes us what we are, that we are alive. '' The entire crew is nothing but a bunch of fools. Fools that love too much, that trust even their enemies as soon as they're brought down to an understanding; the captaim themselves was the biggest, strongest fools out everyone. This, has been something Sandalphon learned ever since joining the crew, forced to interact after holing himself in his room for months after everything that happened in what feels like it's nothing more than few weeks ago and instead has been, in reality, now years. Eyes follow the other's movements a bit, looking at the torn mask that the other donned a lot along that the one that covered half the erune's face. Six was an enigma, one that the archangel was, perhaps, a bit curious about β but never had a chance of meeting beyond his times with the other one whenever assisting with mundane things himself. From delivering medicine and food, bringing the kids some donations from the grancypher of supplies they needed...
'' I was who caused the death of the one I loved and admired the most, and yet never once I was blamed for it. Is it bad to wish that maybe I could be blamed for it? as stupid at it may sound? '' but he'd not expect an answer for that one. There's a gentle, bitter chuckle that airs out his lips as a rough hand supports his head while on the counter by the other. Index finger fidgeting with a curl that catches on the digit.
'' He's back, and my mission now remains to just... live. And yet it's not an easy mission as some make it out look to be, I feel like you understand this. So... Sometimes is easier just to remain awake, do something to clear my mind and being here.''
@cxffexngel sent: '' Raziel.... You really do not have to overexert yourself just because you still feel guilty. '' Comes a hushed, yet a tint exasperated sound from the Archangel behind the counter. Within the seasonal stand that opens at Auguste each summer even amidst all the nonsense and wacky things that keep happening every single time that the crew lands in this Island alone. '' You should go join the rest, I can manage the stall alone enough. '' Aka please don't stay or else Lucio might also want to eagerly join, too. And a new headache would absolutely not be what Sandalphon seeks unless he can excuse beaming scorching lights right into that man's face once more despise somehow him always being unscratched despise everything. At least, he hasn't been around like a fly β and instead it's been the not so long resident archangel herself that in ironically similar circumstances than his own, has found a home within the grand walls of the Grancypher. '' I'm enough by myself. '' Adds, as another way to coax her into something else despise the knowledge of how stubborn sometimes Raziel can be.
auguste had many quirks that were worth investigating. what she hadn't taken into account was that the new supreme primarch, sandalphon, liked to put up shop here. or at least, she assumed he wanted to. well, who wouldn't? this place was amazing! clean beaches, sparkling oceanfronts, zany critters that could eat them alive at any moment! most importantly to her, it was a chance to experience the very thing she'd spent so long cataloguing, and those records were all out-dated anyway. but if there one elusive puzzle that eluded her, it was the one who stood across the counter.
"you may be right, but... hear me out." for once, a melancholic expression appears upon her typical cheery countenance.
"i spent several millennia observing the world around me. i fell in love with it, but only at a distance. even back on canaan, saw you at a distance, too. the only other one in the skies who was like me... and all i could do was look towards that garden, as though it was an ornate picture frame with floral trimming. i wanted to reach out, knowing that wasn't possible..." to be created by the supreme primarch himself β god among angels and the highest authority who was kind as he was fierce. it was a novelty being the solitary two who could claim him as progenitor. though that wasn't really it or the actual reason why she cherished this identity so much. no, the reason was more it was because she could have some camaraderie out of it.
raziel was created to tolerate being by her lonesome, spending long periods among the shadows where mysteries thrived, not disturbing the landscape from which they grew. yet in the back of her mind, she thought of that purposeless angel that spent his days alone; he too, was a mystery β the only one she wasn't allowed to solve. however, now, untethered by rules...
"so, lord sandalphon, consider yourself an engima. i want to get to know you!" she flashes a tiny smile. "and this is an easy way for me to do that, engaging with something we have in common. not to mention, we archangels were a large organization. you may think you're enough by yourself, but like humans, we're meant for community."
then, comically, she pulls the rim of her sunhat down to hide the sides of her head in exaggerated distress.
"besides... the flying oysters are tooooo weiiiiiird...!! no matter how often i see them, they stress me out. i need a break."
Donning his own summer wear β one that had to be hard fought to put on the archangel at the start and later, with time, had seasoned himself into actually wearing it on purpose β Sandalphon's eyebrow quirks up. Surprise there, clear as the day where the the background noise of many visitors of the island heed no attention, each lost to their own drinks the archangel had served them. Fro fruity iced drinks to shaved ice variants. Even when he tried his best offering iced coffee or offer discounts, mortals had the gall to ignore it in exchange of sweeter drinks; but Sandalphon knew best than to force it.
Unlike Raziel. Who even now does her best to try and get closer; which Sandalphon, truly, doesn't mind. It's not her fault β she had been created hand to hand by Lucilius and Lucifer to fulfill a rather endless task that would exist for as long as the skies remain ever changing; but to have her before him... It's something else. '' There's... actually not much about me to know. Truly. '' Words fall hesitantly from pursed lips and downcast eyes as rough hands crank on the shaved ice machine.
' even back on canaan, saw you at a distance, too. the only other one in the skies who was like me... '
'You're wrong, you're nothing like me. You're way stronger and perhaps much more that you give yourself credit for.' Is what he'd like to say, blurt out unfiltered by tempered flames of ire that brew everlasting inside his core. Even she had a purpose β something Sandalphon, far in the past was envious of, searing in a rage he felt like wasn't deserved for her. Which truly, it's not. She was made for a purpose, even when her life was to be a lonely one there was something to hold on... and yet. '' You carried on duties even after Lucifer dismissed it; was it worth it? The other Four Primarchs all have tried making a mundane life on their own... I haven't really kept in touch besides when they visit. Other than that; it can be rough. But they've made the most of it even getting jobs and discovering themselves by pure chance. '' It has been rough for him, a cycle of feeling relatively ok to spiraling back into his own misery and regrets, it's never easy for anyone - lest it be for sinners.
A steps are taken to make a bit of distance, pouring all of the newly shaved ice into a container for later use should more orders come in - for now, he will shove down to the depths of his core whatever he feels right now and attempt to be friendly, for now... He will try. Even when seeing the archangels in general, despise everything, still brings the sting of shame, regrets and perhaps more things Sandalphon hasn't taken time to process; because the truth is, is none of their fault in the end. '' .... Fine. You may help. '' His eyes doesn't meet hers, but it's clear as the crystalline salty water of the sea up beyond the stall that there's a smile painted from where curly locks of aurburn hair cover the other's small smile - one that after he turns to face the archangel, a sweetened cold, coffee jelly with a nicely adorned whipped cream swirl and ornate chocolate white wing is offered for Raziel. '' Just.... make sure Lucio doesn't come over here. He's banned for life. '' Adds, his tone dropping a few octaves low into a petty growl.
The captain had stressed many times he should give himself a chance... so he will.
'' ... You may ask me anything, but please try not to scare mortals with questions too. ''
βββ ββββββ βββ ββ ββββββ βββββ Ladiva...
ββ ββββββ ββββSeox's attention is caught by her mention, and his head lifts just slightly.
ββ ββββββ ββββ... to think, after all this time, and all the years that had passed since he had last seen her, ββ ββββββ ββββhe was still a thought in her mind.
ββ ββββββ ββββabsently, he's brought to wonder the same about Jamil. ββ ββββββ ββββsurely he had not impacted him as much β but then again, he had thought the same of ββ ββββββ ββββLadiva, too, and she evidently regarded him enough to remember his preferences.
ββ ββββββ ββββon top of that, it was him and Jamil that looked after those kids when they were so insistent ββ ββββββ ββββon going out to forage those herbs. who really knew, then?
ββ ββββββ ββββmaybe he should visit them himself soon, even if he imagines that Jamil would be harder to track down. ββ ββββββ ββββso much has changed since that time. ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` I'll have to thank her for that. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ I... Have a lot that I owe to the people around here and ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ the kindness that they've shown.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ There were things I took for granted long ago that I have ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ yet to express my gratitude for. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ That ought to be my incentive to start. ``
ββ ββββ ββanother sip β this time, a bit more enthused, perhaps to drive the point and clear any doubts. ββ ββββ ββwhile not as tailored to his tastes as Orologia's β ββ ββββ ββsomehow, they seemed to know exactly how he liked it to the letter β ββ ββββ ββit still held up just as well. a bit of difference wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` This... Actually feels familiar. ``
ββ ββββ ββhe recalls, at that time, it was also Ladiva that had offered him a place of refuge ββ ββββ ββand the comfort of indulgence. now was not too different, if only that his company was not the same. ββ ββββ ββit was calming. he already feels... soothed. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... Sorry. Just reminiscing. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββAs unbelievable as it may sound, I'm no stranger to ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββlending an ear, either. With what you just said, you ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββprobably could use it more than I do right now. Even if I ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββfeel the same about any advice that I have to offer.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββI imagine there's a number of things that would keep ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββsomeone called the Supreme Primarch up at night. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββββYou hear some things down the grapevine. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ ββSeofon isn't known for shutting up. `` ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ
Ah. Even now Sandalphon fails to understand how others keep reading him like a book. Sensing that something was in his mind (and yet it'd be stupid not to deal with the fact he's once more at odd hours of the night tending the cafe. That'd be child's play to guess something was up) so escaping or deflecting being the option at the foremost of his tongue, ready to dart out.
Instead what erupts is a gentle but groggy sigh, as if a weight had landed upon old shoulders as they melt just a bit while sitting across the Erune's presence. '' Heh... '' A gentle sip from his own cup, and Sandalphon's eyes wander a bit thorough the cafe. '' It's... the usual, in my case. Nightmares, the past haunting me even when I believe I've overcome it somehow. ''
which is half the truth β the nightmares... Even when Lucifer is back and alive, away for now because he took on some mundane mission carrying ridiculously heavy cargo that mortals would struggle with but he could do with ease and, sometimes, odd jobs at taking care of mortal children here and there; even with the constant reminder that his struggles all were not for naught there's still that demon by his side, that whisper that murmurs what he hates.
There's another intake of air, bitter as the drink that cools as time passes during this calm night, and then a tired, little smile is offered for the erune. '' I may not know much about our circumstances but... Lets say that even when I've managed to reach some of my biggest goals, there's still part of me that doens't believe it to be real. Or that the smallest mistake could undo it all... Heh, even for someone like me it must be stupid to think that. '' So much power at his fingertips, being one of the strongest among the crew in many ways... and yet, powerless.
ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββ| '' ... Even now, I only hope it isn't captain that drags either of us back to bed, considering their tenacity. ''
ββ ββββββ ββββa sentiment shared between the two of them. ββ ββββββ ββββas much as it comes from a place of care from their large heart, it cannot be helped when another's is weary.
ββ ββββββ ββββrest does not come easy for the wicked. ββ ββββββ ββββa weight upon one's chest makes it impossible to breathe.
ββ ββββββ ββββ... which is also to say that Sandalphon β whose name was easy to pick up from Lyria, ββ ββββββ ββββwith as much as she'd spoken of him and his brewing talent β left nothing to the imagination.
ββ ββββ ββββa voice can carry more than just an emotion. a tone carries a story. ββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββββ ββββhe would know.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... `` ββ ββββββ ββββ
ββ ββββββ ββ ββ ββββ ββnothing is spoken of it as his seat is taken in time with a pair of busy hands occupying themselves with their respective expertise, ββ ββββ ββSix choosing the easier route for the night.
ββ ββββ ββhe'd asked for coffee, not a life's story. moreover, he doubts Sandalphon is privy to speaking his own to a stranger, even if Six is willing to listen.
ββ ββββ ββthe least he can do is understand these surface - level hints before his focus shifts to the rich array of scents that, ββ ββββ ββif he were to be honest, assault his nose.
ββ ββββ ββsweet, bitter, earthy undertones... the many flavor profiles at once trigger an involuntary reaction, and one of his ears flicks β ββ ββββ ββonce, twice, again, incessantly.
ββ ββββ ββhe is reminded that there is a reason why he doesn't typically come here during the day ; ββ ββββ ββthese acute senses were made for the hunt, but they did not favor well with strong smells.
ββ ββββ ββbut, he tells himself, this is much more bearable than it ever would be if this room were full of people.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` I ought to. ``
ββ ββββ ββat the very least, he doesn't smother the blend in sugar. ββ ββββ ββequal part translates between granules added and ounces of cream, both being very minimal β ββ ββββ ββjust enough to help it go down easy.
ββ ββββ ββafter a good stirring, his hand hesitates as it reaches up for his mask.
ββ ββββ ββhis fingers always tremble at the prospect of eating or drinking in company, ββ ββββ ββmost definitely because of the fact that he must take it off in order to indulge, ββ ββββ ββbut it's something he normally manages. it something he manages now, too, after some internal deliberation.
ββ ββββ ββit's lifted partly from his face, enough for him to turn and hide behind its cover while he takes his first sip. ββ ββββ ββthe verdict comes not long after he swallows it down.
ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββΒ `` ... I see. It's not just talk. ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββ ββββββ ββββ ββββββ ββββΒ You and Orologia have an uncanny aptitude for this. `` ββ ββββ
The name rings a bell. The dragon of casualty and time... He's even interacted with them a few times but much he knows is sparse beyond having been personally who made the reality they live in what it is. '' Really...? '' There's uncertainty at the tip of his tongue. '' I... That flatters me, thank you. '' Which incites a gentle pause from the archangel as he takes a seat across the erune, arms crossing before him on the table's clean surface as shoulders sag a bit, eyes meeting the reflection of his own cup.
'' I try to observe everyone and guess what they might like the best. I had heard from the Draph woman that runs Raduga about your aversion to strong drinks β so I hope i didn't err on my side. Otherwise... Let me know, honestly, if it's not of your tastes. I can accommodate. '' Which years ago would've been bewildering words that never would come out his mouth. Such is change and life as it continues to evolve, Sandalphon's own hand becoming better and better at the drink that he's realized can help shape his reality and bring solace to everyone.
There's a gentle pause after the quietest of chuckles. Red eyes like a tender fire offering a bit of comfort at the other's presence. '' Seox is it. Right? Usually, I lend my ear to Primal beasts and other archangels that feel lost, even if I don't really believe my advice or knowledge be much beyond just another perspective to what bothers them. If... you wish to talk or let out whatever might be bothering you, I could listen. Or... ask about me, perhaps. We haven't really formally met, after all. ''
