#samandiriel

[askbeelzebub]

I love you and I'm sorry for earlier. -Zena.

Beelzebub is silent for a long moment. “I can’t believe I ever actually thought that I could compete with Sam.” They wipe their eyes. “They’re everything I was before I became so fucked up. Less difficult to handle.”

[ask-the-only-beezy]

Do you remember who you used to be?

Beezy looks away.

[askbeelzebub]

What about Dollhouse? That seems like the most odd and unique one out of the list to me :p

Sorry this is so short, I honestly had a hard time picturing something for this prompt, but I wrote some pre-fall stuff! This is set right before the first rebellion :)

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Samandiriel hated it. All of it.

They hated the pristine white, the fake smiles, the condescending laughs, the tense conversations that seemed more like evaluations than actual small talk. Every time an angel hid an eye roll from them and put on a sweet smile, they felt their blood boil in their veins. It had always thrown them off, how stiff everything was, until they had lost their music, had their passion stolen from them and their prayers ignored. It was so clear to them now.

The angels of heaven were all puppets, slaves, dolls. Going about their business every day, acting as though everything was perfect and assured and righteous, even as corruption flourished under everyone’s noses and misery ran rampant. Samandiriel had seen it themselves, and seen what it had done to their best friend, whom they had spent hours comforting after yet another lecture, for if there was one thing heaven hated it was for one to be unique. To be different.

Well, Samandiriel was different. They were not a puppet, nor a slave, nor a doll. They would cut their strings, rip the blindfolds off the eyes of heaven, and make Her listen to them.

The crowd of angels, like-minded to them, stood before them, clamoring at their feet. Many were angry, others concerned, some curious. All future rebels.

They turned their face to the sky, feeling their butterflies flutter out of their hair and over their head like a storm cloud.

Let’s see how fun of a plaything I am after this, Mother.

(( @ask-the-ineffable-being @askarchangelgabriel @askcrowley-g-o @therealbeelzebub some Sam content for you all :) -Mod))

[askbeelzebub]

Wait... For them do you mean... Sam? Are you afraid he might prefer... Sam to you? Because, in that case, you shouldn't worry. He loves you. We know

“I know he loves me. But he loved them too. Why wouldn’t he want them back? I want them back, a lot of the time. They were easier to get along with. They didn’t have all of this... emotional crap to handle. They didn’t do stupid shit... at least, not most of the time.”

[askbeelzebub]

This. This is going to be really REALLY awkward

Beelzebub stares up at the ceiling, slightly forlorn. “Why would he even want to talk to me again?” They ask sadly, not really talking to you. “Now that he remembers them...”

[askbeelzebub]

*tries to speak, but only static noise comes out*

Samandiriel has stopped paying attention anyway.

They are colder than they were. They glance back at you all. “Itll be alright.” They assure you. “I’ll make things right again.” With that, they walk away.

Samandiriel is no longer available for questions.

[askbeelzebub]

“A- are you kidding?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Sammy?”

“That- thats extreme, isn’t it? Can’t we just talk to Her?”

“When is the last time you spoke to the Almighty and were actually listened to?”

“...”

“Exactly. Come now, my dear. Dai already knows of this, and he is in full support. You trust him, yes?”

“I- of course!”

“And me?”

“...yes.”

“You hesitated.”

“I’m sorry, I just- what about Gabriel?”

“The person who made you run away crying?”

“It’s not like that! He loves me!”

“Of course he does. But let me ask you this, Sammy- do you think he’ll be happy when the system is so broken?”

“...well... I...”

“No. He wouldn’t. You’re acting stupid again.”

“I am not stupid!”

“I know you aren’t! That’s why I’m asking for your help. I can’t make any difference without you, now can I?”

“...”

“Please, Sammy. Just consider it.”

“I will.”

[askbeelzebub]

A hand gently brushed their hair out of their face. “Oh, Sammy.” His voice whispered, kind and sweet and understanding, and Sam could have just burst into tears right there. His hand moved underneath their chin to tilt their head up to look at him, a soft smile on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy. It is so unfair what they did.” There was a hint of something darker in his voice now.

“It’s... it’s okay. It doesn’t matter-“

“It does.” His grip tightened on their face a little, and they felt their heart begin to pound for a reason they couldn’t quite place. “You’d have to be stupid to let this go...” The smile returned to a more gentle one. “And I know my Sammy isn’t stupid, yes?”

Sams face burned in embarrassment. Were they being stupid? “No.” They agreed weakly, and his hand moved to cup their cheek.

“Love.” He murmured lightly. “You have been treated as less than for ages now. Are you less than? Do you think you deserve this treatment?

Sam felt hurt in their heart, their butterflies grew anxious. “N-no.”

“Then help me prove it, hm?”