#caelcstis

[deathfavor]

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Arguably, Michael's statement was likely true. That does not spare Michael from the punishing pull, purposefully harder than necessary as retaliation for the response. " And you could be more grateful and less annoying. " Lucifer shoots back without missing a beat. " Stop that. You're being difficult for no reason. " Lucifer's eyes narrow when the wings shift away from him. " You're even worse than usual when this happens. " He pauses and adds with a faint smirk upon colored lips. " It's almost impressive. "

And yet, for all his words and annoyance and Michael's constant shifting around and movement, his fingers still work, deftly identifying and working on the worst sections to alleviate the most intense and unpleasant of the sensations first. He does not miss the color that adorns the other. Not that Lucifer needs the confirmation - but it is satisfying.

" I don't believe you'd be any more thankful, just like i don't believe you're not enjoying it. " Lucifer's palms press flat against the expanse of wings, and this time he allows just the ends of his fingertips to drag along the skin and newly forming feathers. " Hmm? You don't like the scratches? " He tilts his head to the side with a slow blink, fingertips lingering before he turns his focus to resume his previous task.

[r3dblccd]

❝  do you think we could try pegging?  i’ve always been kinda curious.  ❞ - jupe to min

 SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES 

Minsung was more than open to trying new things, much like his partner. It did take him some time until he allowed himself to experience such pleasures while also stepping into unknown waters after that one time that made his stomach turn upside down for the longest time, he remembered he threw up on his way home, walked barefoot, much of the rest was a blur. But he managed to open up again. And he was glad he did, if he got to try stuff, he wanted to try them with Jupiter.

They've already played around with the idea of Jupe being on top and being more in control at times (he really took the short king supremacy stance and ran with it). But pegging was one thing they hadn't gotten to doing yet, and to say Min wasn't a little curious about it too would be a lie. "Sure, we can try it. I promise I'll behave for you." He chuckled and leaned in to kiss his beloved's cheek before continuing in a more teasing tone. "Should I put something special on for the occasion?"

[diivineray-archieve]

"You..." look like you were crying, you look exhausted, tortured... he wanted to say any of those descriptions, all of it. But, Roland knew if he would, it might break Olivier in a way neither of them were prepared for. It would be worse than him being irritated and smacking him upside the head (not like he would right now with Roland being a walking mummy), it would be the screaming, the shouting and very possibly, tears, that neither of them would know how to handle. those emotions, they killed off in their growing and training in the church. Yes, Roland still had his emotions on his sleeve at times, but most of the time his tears were false. Instead, a tired smile pulled on his lips and he patted the hand that rested atop his sheets. "I'm glad you're safe, Olivier." and just to be a thorn in his side and get his old captain back, "You should be more careful...! You're always nagging me to be, yet you didn't even see that vampire !! Tsk, tsk- that's not like you at all ~"

                 ༺♰༻ ―If there was anyone capable of making him wish he had met his end at that very moment, it was Roland. Despite the pain etched on his swollen, bruised face, he found the strength to scowl, his expression radiating pure contempt for the man standing before him. The intensity of his disdain was palpable as if Roland's very presence made the air around them heavier with animosity. Olivier's frustration bubbled beneath the surface as he glared at Roland, whose smug smile seemed to taunt him. The corners of Roland's lips curled upward, exuding confidence that only fueled Olivier's irritation. Unfortunately, in his current state of exhaustion, all Olivier could muster was a deep furrow in his brow, his frown barely masking the storm of emotions swirling inside him.

               Anger had always been the solitary emotion that Olivier wore on his sleeve, a fiery response that contrasted sharply with the turmoil he kept hidden deep within—buried six feet beneath the weight of his mother’s absence. He thought he had an understanding of himself, of the darkness that enveloped him, until he encountered a peculiar little boy. This child seemed to radiate warmth and light, an incandescent glow that made everything around him appear dull by comparison. It was a brightness that felt almost otherworldly, drawing Olivier in like a moth to a flame. From that moment on, he found himself irresistibly following this radiant presence, captivated by the light that pierced through his shadowed heart.

             ❝ Would you shut up ? ❞ Olivier snapped at Roland, his voice sharp and laced with irritation. His expression was tense, a grimace crossing his face as he felt the sting of the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. The pain was a reminder of the close call he had just endured, and he was reluctant to delve into the reasons for his oversight regarding the vampire lurking nearby. ❝ You’re fortunate I don’t have the energy to smack you right now. What’s done is done. I’m fine. ❞ The words were a blatant deception; a surge of frustration simmered just beneath the surface, and he could easily have struck out at Roland. Yet, despite his irritation, he found a surprising sense of comfort in the warmth of the hand resting gently over his.

[deathfavor]

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The minutes that Lucifer manages to go UNOBSERVED are preciously short-lived ; his presence carries something within no matter how subdued he tries to be. Light in the darkness ; power that reaches out and can be found even in the furthest edges of Hell. But closer to the center makes it easier for a few seconds to go unnoticed before the demeanor shifts. He takes those seconds to observe how it is when others don't see him.

He is not surprised by what greets him upon observation. The avoidance around Dantalion , the schemes, the passive-aggressiveness between demons. He does not regret typically avoiding this event.

Though it is a bit fun to see Dantalion keep looking away only to look back ; a MUTUAL problem though Lucifer has a far easier time concealing it. Physically. That useful little bond however also tattles on him to the other side.

Upon a hand being offered, Lucifer lifts his own deceptively delicate hand to place it in the larger calloused hand and moves for the first time in a while. Demons move then, flutter and scuttling about trying to be in the best spot. It's all rather appalling. Especially how the tone shifts now that Dantalion's beside him.

" I wanted to see for myself rather than listen to Samuel's recounting. " See what, Lucifer does not specify - either out of PURPOSEFUL intent or because he saw no reason to elaborate. " Though I got very little time before the displays and catering started. I suppose a disguise would have been better - albeit I doubt it would have fooled you. " Trying to hide from Dantalion was not his intent so it would have made no difference. But what is done is done.

Draconic pupils slide towards Dantalion. " You never seem much of a fan of these either with sticking to the sidelines. " Lucifer's voice doesn't change or color itself with any particular emotion. IT ISN'T IDEAL PER SE , but neither is it something Lucifer feels intent to press or correct. Not right now at least - and there were hurdles he knew of even if never personally experienced. " Or is that just tonight? " The corner of his lips lift a fraction. " It seems rather . . . " A purposeful pause, lips pressed thin. " Excruciating. And a little pathetic on part of some of them. "

[r3dblccd]

❛  i'll be going home for the holidays ... do you want to come with me?  ❜ - jupe to min 🥺

"You want me to come with you?" Oh, wasn't that one the sweetest things Jupiter could ask him. The holidays were always a great time (excluding the early years where he was with his biological father, but Minsung would rather leaving that in the past). It was the time of the year where he could take things more easy and get to spend more time with the people he loved. And now, Jupiter had entered his life and Minsung absolutely adored him. How did he get so lucky? So, the answer was pretty obvious.

"I would love that." He replied with a soft smile. Getting to meet and know those close to Jupiter was going to be fun. Even if Minsung knew that he most likely going to be a little nervous right before that happens. After all, he wanted to give a good impression. "Just expect soon after the holidays to be invited to a dinner with my family, I think mom would get even more curious than she is now when she finds out her son's 'mysterious' boyfriend is stealing him for the holidays." Minsung teased and let out a small chuckle. Of course, he was going to let his family know in advance, he knew they wouldn't mind it. But it would be nice if Jupe also got to meet Min's own family as well.

@caelcstis

[deathfavor]

@caelcstis said: [ supportive ] - dantalion to luci PLATONIC AND ROMANTIC KISSES [ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

" Play with me. " It had been a simple request, holding no command or order to it to indulge the emperor in a board game. Dantalion had been free to disregard it or say he was otherwise busy and would have faced no repercussions. Playing a game wasn't really what Lucifer was after with his request. A fact that was rather apparent when even Samael held many wins against the Emperor ; what the request really is, is keep me company? without having to utter those dreadful words.

Admittedly, it is rather fun to see how Dantalion plays. Different than his own style, Dantalion's is as wild there as the battlefield, though it is not without its own strategy. Sometimes they talk, sometimes its just the sound of game pieces moving. It's better than the silence that would otherwise fill these lonely, glittering halls. A reflection of its master that Lucifer cannot escape - that beautiful, haunting loneliness. But right now he is not alone, lounging back against the warmth of the demon behind him while they play. Mercifully he has willed his wings away to not bury the other in a sea of feathers and Lucifer simply chooses NOT to focus on how much smaller he appears without them.

It is his turn when he delicately plucks his piece like fruit from a tree, intent to move it when he feels lips pressed to the top of his head. Casual, relaxed, painfully gentle. The marble game piece slips from lithe fingers to clatter on the game board while the black of serpentine eyes threatens to swallow the gold of his iris. SURPRISE. If his wings had been out, Dantalion certainly would have been smacked with how they fluffed up and flared. Instead, Lucifer simply freezes as his brain works to grasp the simple gesture.

" Are you trying to cheat by distracting me? " Lucifer's accusation is light and unserious, tinged with rare humor rather than sharp or heavy, spoken as he tries to reclaim the toppled piece with some semblance of grace. It lingers, that sensation against his scalp and the casual delivery of it. He tilts his head backwards a bit more to peer up at Dantalion for a moment before sinking back against him and letting his gaze fall to the board, even if it was hardly on the forefront of his mind now.

[pcrdiseseekers]

“  you are my favorite person.  ” - raph to michael

For some reason, that little confession managed to escalate his heart beat to race. It’s quite dangerous to admit such things to the seraphim and especially when he was coming to terms of not being a favorite. Surely he accepted Luke’s kind words, only because he was a young angel who was still under his wing. But Raphael’s case was…different as he wasn’t young nor foolish. Michael’s face grew a dark blush when staring at his desk of the paperwork surrounding him, trying hard to find the right words to say. He should simply deny such accusations though it’d be met with another compliment that would make him surrender.

Eyes tried to avoid staring directly at his face, that face filled with warmth and a smile. It was quite rare to ever see a frown appear on that face which made him ideal for any angel within the Celestial realm. Yet he had to approach him, saying something to catch him off guard. It was enough for white feathered wings to extend out and wrap around his form, away from view. Maybe he needed more time to process those words as silly as it may sound. “H…Have you nothing to attend to, Raphael? But…thank you…” Those wings unraveled to show those fingers gently pushing hair behind his ear, fixing himself up before huffing softly.

“I…I heard Simeon needed help with something about Luke, I believe it involved baking a cake. C-Could you attend to it? I would go but…I have other things to do.” Michael simply used his body to turn the chair around and expected Raphael would take the excuse. Well, it wasn’t truly an excuse as he did receive a sudden text on his phone from Simeon. He merely used this as an opportunity to hurry the other angel along just to be alone. Maybe…drowning in what kind of excitement the other put him through, and being too embarrassed to admit it. Gloved fingers tapped against the seraphim’s arm though he was still sensing the angel was around. “D…Did you not listen, Raphael?”

[pcrdiseseekers]

❛ All my life, I’ve done what someone else said I should do, been who he said I should be. I followed his rules, I stuck to his plan. I never stopped to think about what I wanted and what I needed. And now I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. ❜ - michael to luci when he fell :’))

It was understandable why he felt lost after experiencing what he and his brothers went through. Each one, at the time, didn’t understand what was happening or went through the process of asking why they decided to follow him. Some were clear of choosing the Avatar of Pride’s side from the very beginning while the others regretted their decision in falling. The task of questioning what would happen, what kind of angel he was, is no different to his own way of thinking matters. Well there was a true motivation behind his actions while a guidance that made Lucifer question how Father ran things…how Father treated him. He used to be Father’s voice, a dignified angel who could do no wrong, the favorite among Father’s creations.

But he was simply an ornament and a figurehead whereas he could be far more in Diavolo’s hands. The temptations had managed to lightly accept these conditions, but it was the incident with Lilith that drew the line. In truth. Pride would have given up everything if it meant his sister could experience the pure love she developed for a human. Yet that was considered a sin of her to save his life from dying and it disrupted the order of things. The Celestial realm didn’t take too kindly to such crimes, and ordered for her fall. The elder brother stepped up and chose to declare war against the other angels for turning their backs on a fellow sister. 

Such memories were burned vividly into Lucifer’s mind, thus fueling the answer to all those doubts and uncertainties. Unfortunately, Michael didn’t seem to fall under this category even if it feels like he wanted to be by the demon’s side. If that were true…it’d be another burden weighing heavily on his heart for tempting another angel to fall. He’d already caused plenty of angels to fall, others merely vanished, and he dreaded the worst for his brothers to meet the same fate. Sadly, they lost Lilith who became the main source of protecting everything when they fell. The irony of this turn of events later made the Avatar of Pride accept a hasty vow to Diavolo in exchange for Lilith’s salvation.

A look of concern hit the demon as he stared at those wings turning black, a similar fate to his own. The appearance Michael held was that of a fallen angel but held a few demonic features. They truly were two opposites of the same coin, even as they became fallen angels. Gloved hands cup the other’s cheeks within them just for their eyes to meet one another. “If you have no idea what you’re supposed to be, then it’s best not to seek the answers right away. For now…you simply need to rest and recover your strength before understanding what to do. I’ll aid you on that journey, because it might be my own doing for what became of you Michael. I’ll take full responsibility and guide you when the time is right.” A smile appeared on Pride’s face, letting their foreheads press together until he placed a soft kiss on Michael’s lips.

“Come…let me tend to your wounds.”