#gcldenichor

[hitroad]

ampersandmuses said: you’ve been crying, i can tell. ( @gcldenichor​)   miscellaneous angst starters

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. he knows her. and she could lie, easily, but her eyes are red and her face matches them, from rubbing her nose trying to calm herself. she looks at him and she sees her father. not just him, dean winchester, but she sees the archangel who, whatever he wanted or not, stayed around to be around as she grew up. he is like a father too. the only memory she has of her world.  “you are going to fight. you’re going to leave.” and her voice is drawn by the tears and taken down, brown hazels looking away as she holds back more tears. “it’s our world all over again. you are going to fight. you’re going to leave me. like he did. I can’t. . .I can’t, michael.”

[deusmurus]

ampersandmuses said: you think one good deed cancels out everything you’ve done? ( @gcldenichor​)                    BEING HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋?" oh their prince, so righteous as he seemed to up on his high horse.  gadreel should not judge, he is his superior, and a long time ago, before  the garden’s incident, he had been michael’s second. trained under him to lead the grigori, now all of them gone, just like gadreel’s status. he watches michael, jaw clenched as he sighs. the guardian is tired. and it shows. “I do not do these deeds to be forgiven by others. but to forgive myself. but you would never understand, brother. you never did.”

[silentwcrds]

@gcldenichor​ asks ::  ❛ we are often just as cruel to our own ❜

𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌. ❝Only because it is necessary, Michael. We do not seek cruelty for cruelty’s sake; we are not Hell.❞ She has to believe that; the actions so many of them have taken in the name of order and preventing the chaotic realms of rebellion... They are ones Raphael never would have thought she’d ever participate in. 

Eons and eons ago, of course. 

❝We cannot let it all fall apart, fall to ruin.❞

[ruinatenebra]

@gcldenichor​

churches, even the abandoned, broken ones. destroyed by human wars and battles. but the ruins are even prettier in her mind. perhaps, her own nature just leads to that thinking. she stares, feeling the presence of the archangel. “so, you created all this in His name.” she is curious, amused even. adoration for her brother is a strange thing. but he has created such beauty, perhaps there is something right about it. “points given, dear nephew. . .it is beautiful.”

[foreverfallen]

❛i will do what it takes to survive.❜ (gcldenichor)

@gcldenichor

❝Of course you will.❞ He can’t help rolling his eyes as he mutters that response. Fingers ache to have a weapon of his own in his own in his hand, but he’s without it right now. ❝You always have, so why would I even harbor the idea that this might be different?❞ Except... it was. In Lucifer’s mind, it was bound to be. ❝Is your survival really worth the cost, Michael?❞ 

[luxordiri]

ampersandmuses said: "So much death." ( @gcldenichor​)              quotes from the curator’s parts in dark pictures: little hope.

"𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐒𝐎𝐍." part of human life. life and death, one leads to another. it’s the rules of creation, his angels being the exception, not meant to die and yet, he stands before chuck, alone. his archangels no longer. lost and dead, michael stands on his own. “but now you are experiencing it first hand. all that is primordial, and eternal. . .suffers it first hand one time.”

[ruinatenebra]

@gcldenichor​ ​ ; ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ & ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ.

"𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔." she still holds some resentment for what the archangels had done all those eons ago, locking her away. but moving forward is what she had done since coming back, turning on a new leaf. eyes stare at her nephew. the last of his kind truly. in a way, he is as alone as her brother and she were. unique. “I figured you would be joining His side by now, as you always did.” a quiet pause, as the entity stares around them, a calm park. she enjoys watching this world. and every single creation. “may I ask, why aren’t you?”