May 15, 2019
{ hello hello life's been kicking my butt, so i'm here to request a semi-hiatus for azazel (shingeki no bahamut). today's date is 5/12!!
Noted!
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{ hello hello life's been kicking my butt, so i'm here to request a semi-hiatus for azazel (shingeki no bahamut). today's date is 5/12!!
Noted!
-- mod altair.
A Precious Remembrance
Night and day passed by so quickly, Lucifer was beginning to find.
Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time in a place where time held no meaning. Where a day could be several, where night could last for mere minutes--all by Lucifer’s will, all mere imitations of the world that he had departed from, desperate attempts to soothe the pain in his own soul as he waited and waited and waited.
But in this place, night involuntarily became day, and day involuntarily became night. It was a jarring change, and Lucifer found himself even more restless in spite of it. And so, he used this new time to look through his supposed belongings, searching for vestiges of his previous life in Spirale City.
One day, he came upon a pendant.
It was a simple yet beautiful thing. It was not made of any precious material, a simple amulet created from resin with white on a backdrop of light blue. Lucifer allowed the pendant to rest in his palm, gingerly running his fingers over the resin as he admired the craftsmanship.
It was very much like a part of the skies he had loved with all of his heart. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.
@thanatosbane
How to care for Lucifer: be patient with him, but also don't hesitate to be honest and forthright. Spoil him–in little ways or otherwise. Provide him with opportunities to live the life he wished for, but was never allowed to have. Also: fly with him.
“You are always so considerate, Azazel.”
He seems really happy…
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kyaa... azazel-senpai kakkoii........
When Lucifer wakes that morning, it's to a small but notable change in his surroundings: namely, a single teacup sitting unassumingly on his bedside table. It's a simple thing, yet undeniably elegant in design: polished white with royal blue and gold accents. The saucer it rests on appears to match it as well, though much of the decoration is obscured by an assortment of tea biscuits and other bite-sized cookies, as well as a small note indicating the intended recipient: "Lucifer-dono."
“...?”
Lucifer rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, sleepily swinging his legs over the bed and examining the ornate teacup that’s made its way to his desk.
Strange, he doesn’t remember hearing anyone come in. His mysterious benefactor must’ve been stealthier than a cat stalking prey if they were able to sneak it right beside him in his sleep.
The cookies and biscuits appear light, and definitely suitable as snacks to go along with coffee. Whoever picked them out for Lucifer clearly had that in mind. Just as he thinks to share the treat with Sandalphon, Lucio, and Azazel, he notices the note beside the cup and smiles.
“...”
He still doesn’t remember much of his supposed stay in Spirale, but he knows enough to know that, perhaps, this should be a more private get-together.
@thanatosbane
Euden would rather often come over to visit Lucifer and Lucio at their home, finding the two some of his closer friends in this city, however today when he had got near the home he noticed someone darker, that he had seen before this.
Azazel wasn’t it? He watches them for a bit, trying to think of if he should just move on. However he can’t help but be slightly interested in the other ‘demon’ since they weren’t anything like the one he knew.
Ah, he must have stared for a bit too long as he meets the other’s eyes. He gives an awkward wave unsure if he should say anything or let the other decide what to do.
Wings
@thanatosbane
The birds greeted him on the balcony today, chirping as they hopped and fluttered about on the railing. When Lucifer held a hand out for them, they readily perched on his finger, remaining there until a noise behind Lucifer scared them off in a flutter of chirps and ruffled feathers.
“...”
He watched as they flew off...and he continued watching as they shrank into the distance. It wasn’t with disappointment, no--birds (and other fauna) always seemed to flock to him whenever he went for a stroll anyway. Rather...
It was with longing that he watched as their little wings carried them through the skies. Longing so strong that he didn’t address the one who had approached him in the first place...
kiss (knuckles) / bandage / beat
“kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
Lucifer watches in bewilderment as Azazel lowers himself onto a knee, takes his hand, swears his oath to him, and then...brushes his lips against the back of his hand. A gesture to “seal” that oath, if you will...
“You would be anything for me?”
But it isn’t long before Lucifer kneels as well, until he is at eye level with Azazel. He wants to make his point clear, after all.
“Then be my equal.”
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
Lucifer is no stranger to pain. For Lucifer, who had once been able to restore his physical form from any injury, the injuries that linger on his body now are more of an inconvenience than anything.
...in more ways than one. Lucifer attempts to bind the wounds himself and finds that he’s a little clumsier than he’d like. He could probably wrap the gauze just fine around someone else’s arm, but it’s difficult tying knots with only one hand...
“...?”
His struggle is put to an abrupt end as clawed fingers gently take the edges of the gauze from his own. Azazel leans close as he wraps the bandages properly around the wound, saving Lucifer the struggle. Lucifer smiles softly at Azazel.
“You have my gratitude.”
beat dance with them.
“Do you know how to dance, Azazel?”
It’s a question that has been lingering on the tip of Lucifer’s tongue ever since the city’s newest festivities started. Azazel seems a bit taken aback by the question, and Lucifer takes that as his cue to press onward.
“I don’t know this particular dance, but...perhaps we can learn together.”
He’s already taken Azazel’s hand and pulled him into the crowd. Apparently, he’s blissfully ignorant to Azazel’s complaints as well, because when he turns, he’s already intertwining his fingers with Azazel’s.
“I thoroughly enjoyed myself the last time I attempted to dance... I would like to share that feeling with you too, Azazel.”