#scnitatem

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@scnitatem​ said:  -lands on Lux's balcony and makes their way inside to find Gabriel and lay with their head on his lap- "hi"

    The familiar grace was picked up on almost immediately. Blue eyes lifting from his phone to see Raphael’s wings fold as the other celestial landed on Lux’s balcony, before Gabriel returned his gaze back toward the device in hand. Threading fingers into Raphael’s hair when the other Archangel’s head came to rest in his lap. 

    ‘ What have I done to earn this visit, hm? ’ 

[bextus-a]

They take a few steps closer to him. "A human???!" There is surprise but also...lowkey judgement. "Why would you have such thoughts about a human, Michael?"

He knows Raphael enough to know they are judging him and while he doesn’t blame them, a part of him still resents them for it. Michael knows it’s not exactly right but still.

“Because he is generous and kind. He is sweet and he listens to me, really listens. To whatever I say. He doesn’t espect me to be more than I am, doesn’t need me to be anyone but his friend. Because he has eyes full of hope and he cares deeply and genuinly. Because he believes in good and he has a cute way of laughing and when he gets angry ge speaks in spanish. Because.....When I’m with him, I feel happy.”

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H E A L E R

Here is the Archangel Raphael in “This Is My Swamp” for @scnitatem! I hope you like it! 

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@scnitatem​

“They used to say that about my Father too, but no one believes in him anymore do they? If You ignore anything for long enough and it’ll go away. Why not? Life is much more free without a father to get in the way of your fun.”

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scnitatem replied to your post: *that’s it. Just wars ass out for all too see*

ew

“ Go back to sucking Michael's dick, Raph ”

[bextus-a]

truth serum: would you like abaddon to go down on you at some point?

truth serum hours

He opens his mouth, ready to say no, ready to explain he would never do such things. He is certain of his answer and yet, something different comes out.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.” And his face slowly turns bright red.

[bextus-a]

“NO!” (first war)

find my muse dying in the battlefield

Laying on the ground, Michael looks up at the stars above. He is weakly pressing the wound on his side, feeling the warm blood between his fingers, unable to make it stop, unable to cry out for help. Around him, there is only dead, bodies of friend and foe scattered around, all of them his siblings, all of them his family. He knows their faces, their names, their ranks and tears drip down though his temples as it downs on him that they will never rise again, that they are gone for good, killed in the name of a war that was not supposed to happen. They were a family but now....Now it was all ashes and death.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. He feels heavy and cold. He feels tired....Archangels are not supposed to feel tired. Something is wrong, he knows as much but he can’t bring himself to move, can’t bring himself to get up. This fight has been going for so long, he has so much blood on his hands, so many lives ended by his sword. He knows this is not how the story is supposed to go, he is certain that this is not how it’s supposed to end for him and yet...He is content with this ending. Dying by his siblings side, giving his life for Heaven. Whatever came after didn’t matter, he could rest at ease, knowing that the war was won....

“NO!” The sound of a familiar voice stopped him from closing his eyes. There is desperation in the tone, fear in the voice and Michael holds on for a little longer, Raphael’s face appearing on his vision. They seem so scared, so sad.

“Hey....” Michael’s voice sounds weird. Hoarse and small, he coughs and Raphael let’s out a squeak of worry. “It’s okay.” He assures them, moving his hand away from his wound, gently brushing his bloody fingers on Raphael’s cheek. “It’s okay....It’s over now.” He coughs again and it hurts, he does his best not to let it show but Raphael is already fussing over him, calling someone to bring them supplies. “Raphael...”

“Don’t talk.” Raphael has tears in their eyes and they are focused on removing the battered armour from Michael’s body as careful as they can. “You are going to get better but you need to save your strength.” For anyone else, Raphael’s voice would’ve been steady but Michael can hear it tremble, he can hear the doubt in the words, the fear in the tone. Raphel’s hands tremble and Michael grabs their wrist.

“Rapha....” Michael mutters but the other archangel doesn’t look at him. “Raphael, please....” The other wipes their tears away discreetly before looking at Michael, expression severe, trying their best not to show anything but determination. “Would you just hold me?” Michael asks, coughing again. He can taste blood on his mouth and the cold keeps creeping on his body. “Just hold me....It’ll be okay.” 

[bextus-a]

“I’ve got you”

i’ve got you

Angels bleed. They can get cut and hurt and bleed. But they are not supposed to do so. Angels are meant to stay unharmed in Heaven. Or at least that is what Michael thought. knowing how to fight didn’t meant they had to do it, it was just precaution, wasn’t it? They were not supposed to fight…..Not against each other. Not like this. 

He looks at his palms. The blood of his siblings is half dry on them, he is shaking and when someone touches his shoulder he flinches. 

“I’ve got you.” Raphael muttered. They feel far away, as if his ears are stuffed with cotton or his head is under water. Michael says nothing in return and simply lets Raphael guide him, sit him down, take his hands and clean them with water and a cloth. 

They are delicate, careful, taking their time to make sure all the blood goes away. Michael’s finger twitch and he feels the need to scrub his skin harder, make sure his very pores are clean and then clean then again just to make sure. But he doesn’t move. His body feels heavy and cold. Raphael continues, dipping the cloth in warm water and cleaning Michael the best they can before moving to remove the heavy armour surrounding him.

“Forgive me, Father for I have sinned….” Michael mumbles under his breath as Raphael takes away the armour, making him feel a little lighter, making breathing a little easier. “There were so many of them….” He continued as Raphael cleaned the sweat and blood from his face. “I think I killed some…” His eyes are set somewhere in the wall but he doesn’t see it. instead, he is lost in the memory of battle, of the feeling of his sword as it pierced through flesh, the screams of rouge angels still ringing in his ears.

He feels nauseous and Raphael places a hand over his forehead, aiding the pain in his body, making him relax even if just a little, even if just for a moment. War is still raging in Heaven, revolution turning siblings into enemies, angelic blood spilled in the name of a Holy cause. Michael feels numb. He can’t feel his fingers bur Raphael is here, with him. For now, that’s more than enough.