margaritaz0ned asked ; ‘ you, me? we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved! i just want to be loved. ’
the life of an angel was a rather long winded one , and in lucifer’s case the existence of a human’s own was more of a fleeting flicker – something that could be missed if one were to blink it seemed . at one point he may have been thankful for such a thing , in fact it had seemed quite the opposite . it seemed like humans were an infestation overruling all the careful crafting of his father’s work . something they should have no right to tromp on so carelessly . but that was before joseph . a man of the cloth and the devil himself , it was almost laughable , and surely one would consider it to be some kind of ploy or trick , something to dig into his mind and tempt him . and yet it was anything but . yes , his life was fleeting and short , a mere breath compared to how many centuries the morningstar had witnessed . and for once that was a rather painful spot to tread on , the idea of losing someone that he felt so close to . finger interlock and find their place clasping joseph’s hand , all warm and heated , bared and scarred in all their glory and shame and pressed close to him as they lay in the afterglow of something as raw as what they’d experienced . a quiet hush as pale blue and ruddy brown feathers perched carefully upon worn wings in careful patters wrap comfortably ‘round joseph as he babbles his fearful nothings . lucifer has heard it all before , the pleas and yearnings of man as they came crawling to him with heart heavy in hand on worn like a ball in chain dragged deep into the mud and muck of their actions behind them , dragging them down and down . yes , he’s heard it all and yet never before but today was perhaps the first time he truly felt anything at all for it , was it empathy , sympathy or something else ?
‘ shhh , hush now . ’
cooed quietly in between kisses no longer fuelled by raw passion , the heat of the moment , but of his grace begging to bond deeply with his own soul . and here they are threaded with one another in body and spirit , tangled legs and bare body in softened sheets and it almost reminds him of another time spent with one of the first humans he’d lain with . the only human he thought he could love . yet , he’s quick to erase her from his thoughts , spending all of his energy and that hazy attention he could muster on pepper his face with kisses , all tender and warm .
‘ i know , i know . ’
the understanding to never prod to deeply into one another’s lives without their unraveling of such topics . the quiet moments where hands find each other in the silent hours spent together in the aftermath of carnal desire . time spent enjoying company , where he didn’t have to remain so guarded with hackles always raised , joseph had a way of reaching past the jowls of the beast he became and finding the being he was before the wreck he’d endured . careful , always careful and minding the brambles and thorns that reached out to draw blood and tending carefully to his wounded heart in spite of who and what he was . it’s why he means it when he says he loves him , it’s why sincerity is rich and dripping from his words and from those tender eyes of his as he beholds like his own renewed garden of eden .
‘ there’s something so warm about you , something so untouched and bright . i wish i could keep you forever , i want you for eternity and yet if i consider it i would think it cruel to do so . i’ve ne’er fussed about such things , not in such a long time , joseph . not since eden . i fear you and i adore you . you return me to someone i was a long , long time ago . your book speaks of me ill , speaks of my story but never knew me then . all i can hope is you believe me in what i speak to be the truth , and when i say that i love you . and i do love you . ’
( * &. – SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS . ) accepting.
