#sanctustribus

[arcusariel-blog]

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            Brothers, family and for this moment pests,      I let you stay in my home. Someone has cooked in the kitchen and left a mess. I swear if it was all three of you and you were trying to get back at me for something I have done. You’ve won. Know when you least expect it I will be there and you will fear the fact that I am. I will do my best for this. Why is there egg shells on the ceiling? Mikael I believe that was you. As for the tiny stack of books in the living area, Gabriel nice try. I find it sweet. Please put them away next time sweetie.               But I am grounding you all. Grounded. No inventions, no band practice. No wing pets. Nothing.

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'twas not often a sight that Gabriel saw his brother's imposing form, his hands curious ( & gentle ) as fingers graze over a seamless face, dipping down from a neck, to shoulders, to bristling branch - like arms. His nails briefly tap on what seems to be wood no different then that on Earth, painted lips rising up into a timid smile as he turns his gaze back upwards. ❛ You look so handsome, brother. ❜

A gaze (left unseen) laid upon Gabriel as lithe fingers explored the disproportioned form. No words came from him, not even an echo of his voice resounded within the other’s mind. Instead, there was the creaking and groaning of wood that responded as towering figure leaned until foreheads touched. Branch-like limbs would raised and settle upon a slim waist, the ends curling like fingers. Within the crevices of those branches, buds sprouted to the surface and white lilies, those his brother was so often associated with, bloomed around the divine.

Yes, he was happy to be called handsome by one so beautiful.

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@sanctustribus

His silence was like a grove. It brought a sense of calm, of peace and tranquility. When he felt silent, it was as though the world around his being became mute with him. Towering form was seated upon the decorated bench, lean fingers turning pages of an aged book. Footsteps approached and his head raised, eyes meeting another's in greeting. The corners of his lips lifted into a gentle smile, his expression conveying words he did not speak.

‘Good morning...’

[arcusariel-blog]

           ‘ Gabriel !~ ‘ she chimed out loudly, getting up off the grass to run across it bare foot towards him. Though she looked light as a feather doing so, gliding across. ( she was that excited, gaining air in her steps. ) Until arms wrapped around him. Lifting him up into a hug. Pressing kisses against his cheek.’ You’re here ! Oh, how I’ve missed you !’ He better get comfortable. It’ll be a moment until he is put down. 

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[arcusariel-blog]

‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’ / from Rafael ~

          Placing her tea cup down. Finger tapped against it. Golden eyes shifting towards him.’ Really? I thought it would have been more than that from the way it looks. Where did you find this out?’

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          Concerned filled her features. Hating when he was in so much pain, not able to leave it. Not able to turn away from it all. ( How she wishes to trade places, let him have the peace of mind ) With his request only came a nod. Actually having no intentions of leaving him. Up onto the large bed she moved. Sitting on knees beside him. Carefully arms wrapped around him, holding him in a light embrace. Gentle touches she felt he needed. Her words were soft, as was the nature of them.’ I know Mikael, I know------- We’d never let anything happen to you, no power on earth can take you from us. You have us.’ A soft kiss was pressed to his temple. ‘ I wont let it, talk about it. Let it out.’ War, war did this and she despised it.