I finally rough sketched some food crumbs for those who want to see a brotherly relationship with Uriel and Alt Gabriel instead of a toxic enemy relationship that would never work out
I was experimenting with new pens that’s why some art looks fugly—
》 Warnings: Nightmares, They/them pronouns for Uriel, cuddling, small angst with comfort. |
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Wires and machinery whirred, its sounds verberating through the walls as the man, Dr. Goeff, grinned.
Submerging the body on that dark, cloudy liquid below. The machinery whirred harder, starting the process of resurrection.
Groans and pleas echoed through the room. Begging to stop, begging to be at peace, but no, the engine continued, siphoning every bit of power left in the poor thing. Agony and pain coursing through them as the man comes back to life.
Stop.
Stop.
STOP. IT HURTS.
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"Uriel...?"
Who's that...? The one calling...?
"Uriel, wake up! Hey,"
It calls me... Wake up...?
"It's okay, Uriel..."
Oh...
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It was past midnight, and the sun was already rising through the horizon. It was then you awoke, hearing the sound of pleas and sobs coming from your room.
It had only been weeks since you saved and let the tortured angel into your home(and life). It was a surprise no one in the facility(Tower of Babel) had questioned you or had tried searching through your home for the angel. But you're not complaining. You're safe, and they're safe now.
Of course, you insisted on letting them sleep in your bed, only wanting for the angel nothing but comfort in this home of yours.
Yet, Uriel still has to come to terms with what is happening. With this, their nightmares as they still have them due to the occurings within the tower of Babel.
Getting up, you slowly approached your room. Taking a peek in, you were met with Uriel feverishly shaking their head as they slept, mumbling pleas and begs as they wept in their sleep.
Leaving no chance to leave this angel with their nightmares, you found yourself by Uriel's side, gently waking them up with a hand on their shoulder.
"Uriel..." You called, gently shaking their shoulder, yet they didn't wake, "Uriel, wake up... Hey, now..." You called again, placing your other hand on their scarred cheek. You knew what they went through inside the tower. The visible rough and wounded body of the angel tells enough. Uriel still has a long way ahead from fully healing.
"It's okay, Uriel... It's just a nightmare..." you slowly said as you watched as Uriel stirred awake.
Despite the obvious harsh dream, Uriel awoke slowly. Turning their head and opening their eyes to only see you, not the tower of babel, not the grinning if Dr. Goeff, none of those, all they saw was you.
"Hey there, Uriel... It's alright," you gently coo, your thumb brushing against the skin of their cheek.
You watched as Uriel blinked a few times before realising where they were, in your home, with you, and far from that wretched place.
"Oh..." is what Uriel could only utter out. Smiling, you spoke again, "Yep... Just a nightmare, you're safe now..." you uttered, softly holding their cheek.
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Not seemingly a minute later, you ended with coaxing and insisting Uriel to have some company, that is, you. You wanted to be there, and Uriel thinks it is too much, kind boy.
"Uriel, I insist, I want to be there for you," you said as you moved over on the bed, "But-" Uriel was about to reply again, but you went first.
"No, I'm not leaving," you sternly said, carefully nudging Uriel back down on the bed.
They should've said more, continue to push that this is too much(despite it necessarily being a common, if not basic thing), but the way your words echoed in their mind.
I'm not leaving.
It grounded them, gave them enough faith on this one, singular human, you.
Uriel had been through so much, yet those words alone made them stop and let you wrap your soft arms around them.
It's okay. I'm not leaving.
Those words you had said repeated in Uriel's mind like a broken record.
Yes...
Everything would be alright...
You aren't going to leave him...
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The sun shined through the seems of your curtains, waking you from your slumber.
Setting off your sleep and rubbing your eyes to clear your view, you find yourself awake to see Uriel sleeping so softly.
The light of the sun bouncing off their slowly healing skin, such an angelic being.
As you continue to stare, you find yourself unable to let go of them as they remain in the same position they were, if not, closer to you.
"Maybe a few more minutes..." You thought to yourself as you let yourself sleep again, holding the sleeping Uriel in your arms.
Uriel found safety in your arms.
Uriel found safety in your words.
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》 Archiver's Notes: This one is requested by someone who wishes for them to be called "☁️anon." The entry might have gone off the request, but it is the idea that I thought upon reading the request.
