[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse. levi and sol
@creepyflock | amnesty.
There was a time when they were all somebody's children. Levi as much as he hates to admit it with resentment burning in his veins, remembers the ichor.
He remembers the blue in the silver city, the wings and the plight of song and the vastness he could seek out yet never allowed. There in heaven he was never alone and perhaps that was the problem. The eyes, the loudness the curse to never be as curious as he wanted to be. ‘Father has other children’ Lucifer would whisper. “Remember that?” He asked Sol, “remember when that asshole used to go around smearing his paranoia on to everyone else?”
He smiled tightly, holding the neck of his beer bottle before taking a long sip. “Sometimes I think they were all fucking in on it.” The tight smile turns into a jested leer. He’s drunk yes, he allows it now at his age. To fall free to the humanness that is his body to it’s mistakes and imperfections, to fall free. That’s all that it is.
“R-Remember when you….when you spread that rumor about him fucking goats and being half goat to the humans? Just to piss him off after he tried banishing me to the fucking wastes?” Leviathans cheeks swell and redden, his shoulder shake with somber laughter. There’s a warmth to him he can’t replicate in neither heaven or hell if he was ever allowed back in either places.
“You didn't have to do that for me man…”