#wingsmemes

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Send ‘*touches wings*’ for your muse to, you guessed it, touch my muse’s wings! impulsemuse said: *touches wings* (anael)

        𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. he doesn’t trust others like himself, not for a long time. last time another touched him, Lucifer was sent to Hell and imprisoned and thought to be forgotten. But he is vulnerable now, sharing grace and the two of them and he is relaxed, his whole body is light and his grace is dim, the morningstar eases over when he feels her own grace reach, as her vessel and grace touch his.  he stares then, as she smooths and grooms a few of the charred feathers that constantly fall from his wings and offers a small, if not sad smile before he looks away, vessel blue eyes turning colder. “not so much the morningstar, uh?”

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Send ‘*touches wings*’ for your muse to, you guessed it, touch my muse’s wings! capriciouswriter  said: *touches wings*

    𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇. 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he was made to bring god’s light to the world and away, locked and buried in hell, no light reached him there. but God, Father touches him, reaches over and Lucifer for a moment, simply forgets all their troubles, all the complications that ended up with him in Hell, the fights and the betrayal.  His father touches his wings, and he forgets how injured they are, for a single moment before the memory washes over and he retrieves them in almost shame like manner to his side, holding his grace. “Don’t.” He calls then, hurt, vulnerable but quietly. He is fearful. He is no longer the most beautiful of all heaven. Broken wings and dimmed grace. 

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Send ‘*touches wings*’ for your muse to, you guessed it, touch my muse’s wings!   ethreali said:*touches wings* pre fall !

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he is created and shaped into the most beautiful of all heaven, the brightest, one who carries out the light of God himself. It’s rare, he is curious, even in those first moments in which he is created. one stands before him, a brother, Michael and then he is touched for the first time. A hand comes to his wings, bright golds and whites shinning through the morning and he looks up. “Father. I’m. . .Lucifer.” who brings light. A suitable name, for the one who carries out Father’s light, who is like God, who is light. The wings relax under the touch and they lean over, allowing the other to tend to them. As God touched his wings, Lucifer stared into the birth of the universe and proclaimed he would only love God, nothing could ever make him love anything else. Back then, things were simple. And as he was taking care of, the archangel watches as others like him are born, brothers. a family.