#seraphofthemorning

[iustxs-blog]

seraph-of-the-morning liked for a starter

      ❝ Do you intend to spend all afternoon people watching, brother? ❞

[agreatbritishthief-blog]

"Why are you hugging me?" [I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. |D]

Send one if we haven’t…; meme answer for seraph-of-the-morning

Bela stepped backwards, opening her mouth to say something and moving her hair away from her face. However, she had no idea what to say and she didn’t even had a clue why she had hugged him. “Free hugs?" she tried and smiled to him. When she would find out who was behind this, that person was so going to be in trouble.

[illusivexemissary]

Closed @ Archangel Lucifer (Seraph-of-the-Morning)

☾ ╆ ☽ ——  seraph-of-the-morning

. . . N o t             Y O U . . . . .                       -- You're my wingman, right, Gabey? --   It was peculiar to Gabriel, at the moment of his death at the hands of his former hero, and favorite of three older brothers, how delayed was the anguish of his blade rupturing his vessel's belly. . . twisting  with surgical precision . . . such reptilian coldness,  Lucifer, the Morning Star, could always exhibit . . .  such amicable politeness in committing atrocity . . .                    --Aren't you, Gabey? --  Lucifer, who loved too ferociously, and was always filled with the bile of denied reciprocity.  Lucifer,  stroking Gabriel's taut face, when at last the pain registered, a jouissance of tiny little orgiastic agonies, sharp sting after sharp sting, as this and that organ pierced and drained.  Such { tender loving hatred, } as big brother  d i s m i s s e d he who had R U N, and thusly betrayed him with the cowardice that was           n e u t r a l i t y.                --C'mere, kiddo. I'll show you how to make this apple               look like a bag of gold coins.  Just concentrate. -- Pain, and then blinding light, and the smell of feathers scorched.  Blood rising in the throat, the mouth.  Clinging to the one he loved and idolized, clinging to the shirt soaked in the viscera of his slaughtered new family.               --Where are you going, little brother? -- I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU FROM MY CONDEMNATION. YOU TURNED BLACK AND UGLY AND YOU REEKED OF ASH. YOU MADE MY MIND RADIANT WITH POSSIBILITIES.  WITH CALCULATED REBELLIOUSNESS. I DIDN'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOU. You T E R R I F Y me, Luci.  You terrify me.  You turn the things you love to ash, too, by burning them from the inside out with your possessive affections.   You turned ME to ash            and I am blinded,                   and I am mute,                       it's hot and I can't breathe,                             did you cut out my tongue, too?  Liberated at last from his own frightened reverie, the Trickster cleared his throat. He was sure from the deadened smugness in Lucifer's gaze that his brother could read his every traitorous facial tic.  But even so, clammily, he rummaged for a jibe, a jest, some kind of levity, his eternal armor.                     "Hhhheyyy, you're not dressed for the part!"                      he managed feebly, conjuring a pair of felt                      red horns with a snap of his fingers, horns                      affixed to a hair band that perched on Lucifer's                      sandy blond head. An awkward silence.   Gabriel's belly, and the scar left there, i t c h e d . 

[singersonlydaughter]

"I'd step back if I were you."

[illusivexemissary]

//HOT DAMN A LUCIFER IS FOLLOWING ME AT LAST.  

Hi. 8^> Let's do angsty things.