adorned with thornes.

The crown on top of my head. The t h o r n s scratching my skin and the warmth of crimson blood tickling my cheeks. Alas, I carry the crown with pride. With all my pride I wear the BEAUTY. Do you see me? multimuse. multiship. 28. NFSW. mature themes & accepting all fandoms. penned & loved by the bunny sica. reach me on discord for plotting & chatting & small threads w.hiterabbit9868 IMs always open for plotting & chit chat. I'm an awkward potato but I love making friends!!

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whenever i want to write something comes inbetween. aaah.

sooo the girlfriend of my flatmate will move in next month and I’m in the process of moving. so i have my hands full. but i will try to write this week. sorry once again for being so fucking slow lately.

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「ᴄʜɪᴡᴏɴ」 “Lucifer, I never really left your side.” Metatron’s voice was clear as a crystal as he replied. “It was you who left and I simply waited. One could say…” He smiled softly at his brother, gentle affection painted upon his features. “…it was you who sought me out, in fact. Almost as if…” I was important. The words were not spoken, simply resting in the back of his mind as his smile disappeared as he wondered where the truth lay. He knew he wouldn’t hear the answer from the other, too much pride resided in the Lightbringer for such confessions. Besides – the Scribe himself didn’t know why he wanted to know such a detail. Why was it so important? His own mind was a mystery to him and that was something that he directly linked to Lucifer. 

He felt the other’s lips against his, a sensation that was still new and still foreign, the Archangel unable to perfectly tune it was unfortunately hypersensitive making the sensation nearly explosive. He felt a shortage of breath and a tightness in his throat thus, knowing he would not be able to make a sound, he whispered softly. “I do not need a realm and I do not want your everything. Just… be there. Don’t run away. We have been separated for long enough. I know – I know it was my fault, I should have followed you but…” There was no sense in giving excuses, they both knew it was not the time or place. Their history wouldn’t become undone by regrets and all they could was to look forward. Slowly, he changed the subject, still enjoying the explosions of Lucifer’s touch. “It is unlike you to hold yourself back, brother. If you wished to devour me – why haven’t you yet?”

          HIS ROUND EYES turned a bit smaller for a moment when he heard the spoken words. He wished he had left. Leaving meant his own decision. It never had been. No one asked him and yet he found himself down here. The angel tried to tell himself that it was for the better. Maybe it was. Albeit, it would have been a lie if he would say he didn't miss his old life at all. Sometimes that wings that used to adorn his back were missing so badly. Even if they weight a lot back then. “Indeed I did.” The fallen whispered with a hint of adoration painting his voice. He did seek out for him. That was the truth. Yet he never asked himself for a reason. Was it simply the wish to see another brother fall or was the more behind his choice? Loneliness? Love? Desire? Hatred? Nothing but silence in his head answered him. It wasn't the time to answer those questions. “I won't go anywhere. There is nowhere to go and if I leave I will take you with me.” Lucifer purred almost like a vow against the other's lips. The moment between them felt almost intimate. Something special. Something that shouldn't even exist anymore in the world of the fallen, the devil. The personification of bad. And yet here they were. Whispering against each other's lips and Lucifer moved his hands to cradle the warm and full cheeks of his brother, thumbs dancing over the silken skin of his cheekbones. “I don't know why. I wonder. Maybe I want to savour. Maybe you are different. Special. I have no words, Metatron. Words have always been your fort. But it is indeed unlike me.” Lucifer breathed out before he pressed his full and pink lips against the other pair and claimed it as his own. Maybe he didn't want to hear the answer or think about it. Maybe it was for the better.

[kwonyuri]

　 ᴛʜᴇ Fɪʀsᴛ sᴄᴇɴᴇ |　making film;

[sailingsoo]

2018.10.05 Illusion by Yuri @ Music Bank

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Continued from here     ⇢     @jackwngson      ┊       Yujin & Jackson

          HER EYES THAT were from a round nature became a little bit wider when she looked at him. Seriously. Well, she was serious. She was serious about trying to figure out what Jackson was. What she was on him. Which spell he had cast upon her. Maybe he wasn't a human after all. Maybe he was such a great creature that he could disguise this even in front of death. Her thoughts ran wild whenever she was around him. Yet the easy was so much easier. It was so crystal clear and right in front of her. Just because she thought that sealing her feelings away would rescue her from them for the rest of eternity didn't mean it was like that. No, it just needed that special someone. That one moment. That one gaze. That warmth. That cheeky simper. It just needed this albeit she was too blind to even think about that. Or was it the simple tragedy that was floating above their heads that came with the love between the mortal and immortal.           She stumbled forward against him. Warmth. And the short terror in her mind that he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't supposed to be here. She swallowed. A second of emotions displayed on her face. Sheer terror. His lips felt so warm against her forehead. She had to protect him. Forever. At least until she figured out why. Why this. “It's not a game. It's a study.” She answered with a feeble voice in a really dry manner. Well, yes – She made a study out of this. She was a curious being. The humorous side of their meetings couldn't be overseen. “I like the feeling of your lips. They are soft and warm. And I like your taste.” She whispered and allowed a glimpse of the memory how she had kissed him on the lips. She would usually not think back. The memory was always connected with a weird feeling. She tilted her head up, eyes filled with curiosity. As usual.

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                  breathe      hitched     with the simple touch  towards her    (  damped  )    crimson locks .  months of coldness    washed     away with a single touch that had shivers running down her spine .  cold skin felt the warmth of his through her shirt as her body obeyed his actions .  distance that had been place was closed with a single pull .  silence felt comfortable around them .  no words were needed as the enchantress inhaled his features .  the softness  behind those hard eyes down to the soft curve of his nose down to his plump lips .  

his grip felt good against her  as her own legs tightened around his waist .  she yearned to say something but those thoughts were pushed aside from the    gentle    nip that was gifted to her .  one that had her eyes widened and her cheeks naturally flush with blush at the action .  butterflies were coming back to life at that very moment .   and his action had awaken the desire to     engrave    his body and taste upon her lips once more .   for once , she would let the silence take it’s comfort on them as ian’s arms come up and wrap around her lover’s neck bringing him closer and rosen lips capturing his own .  

soft and slow   —–   timid    almost was her lips against his  ;  testing waters as her mouth exploded with the taste of her fallen .  longing , sadness and love poured from ianthina , fingers reaching up to lace themselves in fist fulls of silver locks .  softness had her melting ,  lips taunting his own as tiers parted open to nip and suckle the flesh of his lower lip taking up every chance to have his taste sewn into her lips even if it meant letting her lungs ache for a little more .  however as   strong   as her will was , the need for air won and the breathless witch breaks from her greed   —–    forehead resting against his and air easing her lungs .  smile touched slightly swollen lips  , glancing down to his own taking a note of the rosen tiers that she had abused .  fingers that laced in his locks loosen their hold allowing one to linger down and cup his chin .  

she     glowed    with the amount of love she held for him and soaked in the moment around them   —-    magic naturally pouring out of her pores to surround both bodies with her essence . a bubble that created a world away from the world that awaited outside for them .  lovingly  ,  the enchantress’ shifts her head  ;  playfully bumping her nose against his jawline before gifting the defined feature soft showers of kisses .  soft mumbles of  ‘ mine’ hushed along sun-kissed skin .  

          PERHAPS THE NEED of silence was born from the unbearable feeling of guilt that he had left her behind. Left her behind like she did so many years ago the first time. It had left a hole inside of his chest that had never been filled again until he had seen her again. He had so often made that into a blame towards her and yet he had acted no different this time. Maybe they were one and the same after all. The need of silence was born from the sheer wish to tell her everything even though he knew he couldn't and shouldn't do it under no circumstances. For the sake of her safety for the fear what she might see in him when she knew the truth. It was so easy to drown the noise into the silence of a kiss he demanded and needed so desperately.           There was no protest when he nipped on her lip instead she welcomed it and answered it with those feelings of intimacy he had expected. With his eyes closed and darkness surrounding him he focused on nothing else but her warmth, her scent, her taste. All those things he had missed for such a long time. He had craved for. The palms of his hand mapping her figure, imprinting the curves of her in his memory as if he was about to leave again but he had no intention to do it. He wished he could bring her closer but in no physical way was this possible. Silence had settled in the room beside the sound of their own lips moving in perfect rhythm against each other. He felt breathless. There were no words to describe how much he loved her.           He wished he could stop time before the kiss ended. Eternity. That was what he wished for whenever he was with Ian. Her lips of silken structure nipped on his skin, leaving kisses along his jawline. That was what being home felt like. “Marry me.”

          Abaddon whispered into the silence in the spur of a moment. He didn't plan it. His heart stopped. Wondering if he really voiced those word out loudly. He had no ring. No words plan. A moment ago he had not even thought about it. Silence. The seconds ticking away and his thoughts going wild. His fingers wrapped around the fabric of her clothes. He wouldn't take those words back. Maybe it wasn't planned but it was the only thing right now that was right.           “Be my wife, Ian.” He whispered again and a frown adorned his forehead before he moved slightly back in order to look at her. She had to be his. Forever. He needed to know that she was his even if they were apart. He needed to call her his own and be right with it. He never wanted to let her go again. Not now. Not ever. Through bad and good. They were meant to be.

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Continued from here     ⇢     @jackwngson     ┊       Abaddon & Jackson 

          A RATHER SLEEPY simper adorned his plump rosy lips the moment Jackson turned around and nestled his cheeks. Sometimes he expected them both to burn to ashes for the touches they shared. How in the universe had they ended up together? How on this planet was their destiny tied together? As if someone wanted to see a cruel and sick movie about broken bones and hearts – and yet the biggest love that could exist on this planet. “And I was supposed to wait 'Five minutes, my love'” – He said that with the worst imitation of Jackson's voice that could exist – “And not over one hour. Do you even look at the clock?” He wrinkled his nose, wiggled with his naked toes on the cold floor. There was always a reason why Jackson forgot the time or wouldn't come to bed with him. Abaddon was worried though he wouldn't dare to show it on the outside. If Abaddon worried, Jackson would worry – and thus the endless circle would start.           “What is on your mind that you actually forget me?” An airy laughter escaped over his lips before he leant forward for a chaste and quick kiss on his lover's lips. He honestly fell in love with the devil. Wasn't it ironic that he had never met a creature as warm and filled with love like Jackson? Humanity always thought that angels were the pure creature, however, most of them were so much colder and so bloodlusty. Oh, this world was filled with so much irony. “I hope you are aware that my feet are getting cold and I will warm them on your body later. The right punishment for you.”

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「ᴄʜɪᴡᴏɴ」 Metatron didn’t flinch as the other laughed in his face. He didn’t fear Lucifer, he trusted his brother to never hurt him and even if he would end up being wrong about that, he wouldn’t be able to fully turn against the other. There was a strong bond between the brothers and Metatron believed that the Lightbringer felt it too. For the Scribe it was undefinable, for the first time since the beginning of his existence he found something he could not easily describe and it came with the whirlpool of emotions he felt for his brother.

“Lucifer, there are bigger things you lost than your wings.” Unhinged, Metatron spoke. He knew he was playing on dangerous terms but he also believed that in the end the Lightbringer was wise and would take his words into consideration. Nobody else knew how much the Fallen lost, not even Metatron who chronicled his rebellion and fall. He moved closer, tugged by the other’s arms, feeling the temperature of the other and their proximity. “Who knows, Lucifer? What are you willing to sacrifi–” He didn’t get to finish the sentence as the other’s tongue slowly draped along his lip, causing him to lightly open his mouth. He smiled and thought how quaint the feeling of a kiss would be. “What would you give me for a kiss, Lucifer?” He asked in a whisper. Not even for a second did he allow his eyelids to fall. He knew better than to lower his gaze away from the Fallen. How else would he bask in his Light?

          THE FALLEN HAD A lot of a cat. One moment he was purring and rubbing against your leg and just seconds later he would tear your skin apart with his claws and teeth. And Metatron was dancing along the edge with his light words that sounded so smart. So high and mighty. Lucifer hated the feeling of losing control and for a moment it felt like Metatron was slipping out of his grasp with his own will and thoughts. Maybe a will that had always been there while Lucifer simply ignored it in his ignorance. It wouldn't be the first time for him.           A hum slipped over his lips. “Did I? I have you back by my side.” The fallen whispered with a sardonically grin upon his lips. His palms brushed along the sides of the petite angel, feeling the slight curves of his waist and eventually his hips. “I'm not scared and neither do I hold anything or anyone dear aside from you, my beloved angel.” His lips brushed against the other's albeit the touch was not enough to call it a kiss yet but he let the other feel whenever he spoke. He wanted to crawl under his skin, lit the fire of hell. “I would sacrifice everything for a kiss and I would build a realm for your body. You are the only one I want and devour.” The devil whispered and it was down to Metatron if he would believe in those words or think the same as everyone – The tongue of the devil would always lie. Albeit, one thing was for sure and that was the fact that Metatron was special for Lucifer. Too special to let him slip out of his grasp. Ever again.

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                          every motion , every antic and sound of his breathing was all welcomed to her heart and body after a long time .  finally  ,   the emptiness in her soul was filling to the brim with his presence . his fingers trailing down her curves and her body melting to his touch as he gripped at her thighs and picked her up .   legs added to the mix of her hold that didn’t even dare to loosen up much like his own when he carried both their bodies inside.    everything had the enchantress overwhelmed and her heart throbbing in the best of ways.  

how she longed to have him like this .  to share these soft moments again even if they were quite a pair  ;  his words were heaven to her ears .  after the time away , she missed his tone ,  the soft husk to it and how it strung her into ease .    ❛  all that matters is that you are home .  that you came back to me .   ❜  she whispers in a soft voice    —–   her face moving to nuzzle his neck and inhale his scent .  god , how     heavenly    the creature of destruction felt in her embrace .  ❛   i miss you too .     ❜      she pulled back to get a better view of him .  during his time away , she had a lot to think and a lot to miss .  her mind often wondered back to the times they were happy .  they had been broken and rebuilt  ; stronger than the last time but what now ? ian wasn’t as spoken as abaddon with her desires .   he knew how she was ;  a woman that put her duty above most but things were different .  with his time away , she had gotten greedy and selfish in a way.  

so it ached when she saw the way he avoided looking at her    ❛   my  love ?    ❜   gentleness coats every inch of her tone while soft hands reach up to cup his cheeks .   thumbs lovingly caressing soft sun-kissed skin trying to coax him to look up at her .  she wanted to see those fierce icy blue eyes .    her legs around him loosen up just a bit as she shifts on his lap giving some space yet not enough to break his hold on her waist .   ❛ abaddon,   please look at me . ❜  normally , a woman that would not beg , finds herself whimpering at her last request .   ❛  let me look at the face of the man i love .     ❜  

          TO BE WITH IAN always meant to be filled with love and guilt and regret and fear and... – too many emotions the usually empty angel could handle, endure and hold. And yet it was the reason why he came back to her all the time. Because she was the only one that could fill him fully. The only one that could fulfil all the desires he had. She was the fire in his life and the string he held onto to keep living. She was truly a witch that had cast a spell on him. How often had he thought that it would be better for them to leave each other alone but the conclusion of his thoughts was always the same. He loved her. He couldn't live without her.           Settled on top of the soft and cold duvet of his bed he felt a shiver ran down his spine even though he wasn't cold at all. Perhaps nothing but a physical reaction to the weight on top of him, a reaction that he could finally fit his hands into the curves of her waist again. Her request reached his ear and he wondered to himself why he feared to look at her. Maybe it was the thought that he might see sorrow in her eyes or something broken he had left behind. Albeit, Ian was a strong woman. Wasn't it almost cocky to think she would break over a simple creature disappearance?           Carefully he moved his head back and eventually tilted it upwards to see the glimpse of her face. The beautiful fine features and lightly rosy cheeks. Abaddon reached out, fingers stroking streaks of her damp hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful. His lips parted and yet no breath would slither over them. She had left him breathless once again. In which universe would he ever deserve her? He couldn't let her go. Ever again. No matter what.           In contrast to her own movement to allow space between them, he pulled her back against him with his hands settled on her hips. The grip strong. Perhaps too strong but it was still not nearly enough to show how much he needed her, wanted her, missed her. His palm settled in the small of her back not allowing her to move back again before he craned his neck his lips close enough to her mouth inhaling her breath. He didn't want to talk. Not right now. Abaddon nipped gently on her lower lip. Her taste was more important. He wanted to remember it even though he had never forgotten it. Like fire, her taste crawled through his veins. He was addicted to her and not even his guilt could erase that feeling.

[melamemea]

don’t let me go//let me go.

for the painful part .

“please… i’m scared.”

“i need you to say it —”

“please say you love me”

“don’t let go”

“don’t give up on me”

“don’t give up on us”

“please call me back”

“i never meant for this to happen”

“i didn’t — intend to say that”

“no! you got it all wrong” 

“i—”

“please… please don’t leave me”

“you can’t — mean that…”

“why are you saying all this?!”

“what does that mean!?”

“why are you — telling me this now —”

“what… ? i don’t… understand?”

“was it – something i said…?”

“was it – something i did…?”

“please, talk to me.”

“please – tell me what’s wrong”

“please, please just  — listen to me!”

“that’s not what i said!”

“what i meant was (…)”

“are you – leaving me…?”

“you – … no — not you too, no, please…”

“you’re all i have – please don’t do this…”

for the also painful part.

“i think it’s best if we stop here.”

“i had fun but – i just can’t do this anymore.”

“i don’t feel the same way you do.”

“it’s — it’s not you, it’s me and… i don’t love you.”

“it’s over, okay?”

“i have to end this now before it escalates into you being hurt.”

“this isn’t easy for me either, but we’re just — different.”

“we’re not at the same page right now, I can’t do this.”

“i can’t live like this anymore.”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“it feels fake from my side. i can’t lie to you anymore.”

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“i said that… it’s over.”

“i need a break. we need a break…”

“we have to stop, please.”

“i can’t give you want you want. i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry i wasted your time.”

“i don’t love you, i never did —”

“we’re just not meant to be, okay?”

“this is not meant to be.”

“i need to leave.”

“you have to let me go.”

[jihyolegend]

Yuri ‘Into You’ MV Teaser

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Deleting my last few drafts it reminds me how many ships i have/had i absolutely love and adore. I wish i had more time, tbh.

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「ᴄʜɪᴡᴏɴ」 Instantly as he saw the other’s reaction, Metatron’s features softened lightly and he sighed. Poor Lucifer, he thought, forever a prisoner of himself. These were the times when it felt as though out of the two it was actually Metatron that was the elder and not the Lightbearer but in actuality, it was not so. The Scribe didn’t move, even when the other’s beautiful scent invaded his nostrils and slowly pulled him to Lucifer. He allowed himself to lean, forward almost tasting the sin but consciously making sure he stayed pure of it. “We are bound to choice, Lucifer. But I feel that is not the problem for most Angels.” He spoke softly. “Here, on Earth, there is a power far greater than sin and virtue, one that goes beyond the moral grounds and muddies the clarity of the line between good and evil. Do you know what it is?” Ever so slowly, the Archangel shifted and he himself, pressed a chaste kiss on the tip of the Fallen’s nose, then whispered. “It is called ‘consequences’, Brother. Every choice carries them. Are you willing to face yours?”

         METATRON HAD ALWAYS been so witty with his words. Perhaps one of the rare creatures that could leave the fallen speechless. It had always fascinated Lucifer – perhaps, even made him angry to a certain point. Though, it was not the hardest to anger the angel who had too much temper anyway. It was maybe even the reason why Lucifer had sparked so much interest for his little brother. His beloved pure brother. Or there was no reason at all aside from attraction and the lightbringer was simply not ready to admit such a weakness. ( But wasn't he the one angel with the most weakness? )           Silken lips brushed against the tip of his nose and Lucifer inhaled the sweetest scent of the scribe, teeth dug in his lower lip to hold back at least for another few seconds. Another sign of weakness or the strength of the sins that he called his own? A hollow laughter emitted from his lungs and the ends of his lips curled up in a brazen manner. Cheeky words from his brother. He wasn't as uncertain as the day he had visited him. He was braver. “You talk about consequences to the one who lost his wings?” The fallen asked whilst his arms wrapped around the slender middle to bring his brother a little bit closer to him. “What is the consequence of kissing you, Metatron?” Though, he was sure he was willing to face it. He was willing to face everything. His lips parted and he dragged the tip of his tongue along the other's lips. Mhm, he loved to play. He loved, even more, to play with Metatron.

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「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ @thcrnedcrown

(  welcome home ! ) ft abaddon  !!

            no questions passed through her rosen lips the moment she landed her sight on him .  instead  unjudging arms wrapped themselves around the body she had    missed    and brought him as close as she could .   nights had been long without him  and days had been cold .  this wasn’t the type of surprise she had in mind but ian was going to take it .   ever since his disappearance   —-     the witch was merely a shell of who she was , cracking at its edges.   yearning was strongly noted in her eyes and months of longing poured out of her system .  she had honesty started to believed , he wasn’t come back to her anymore .  after all ian knew he was    wander  ;  it was the first thing abaddon had told the enchantress when their relationship back in peru had just    flourished .

seemed like her thoughts however were wrong and how glad she was that they were .

  bared face buried against his chest  ;  crimson wet locks are forgotten as the woman allows her magic to ooze from her pores and feel him out .    didn’t matter that she was still somewhat soaked from her shower nor that she was indeed getting his clothes wet .  her arms     refused    to let go of him since he opened his door for her  .  the mere fact that he was back was all that mattered to the enchantress as she inhaled the scent of him. ian could have sworn that she was already losing it .  but the fact that her magic was able to touch him  —   it brought down the heartache .     she was a    m e s s     ;  result of her    (  quickly  )      throwing on any clothes her hands could get on before making her way out of her home.  she was    flushed   —-    cheeks redden and her breathing was close to a heavying from the run .  it had take her twenty minutes but there she was.   latched to him and unwillingly to let him sip from her hold once more.  

  ❛   you’re home …   ❜  

          HER WARMTH NESTLED against his body and he allowed his arms to slip around her tiny waist whilst he pressed her against him in a gentle hold. She always appeared so tiny in his arms even though he knew what kind of a strong woman the enchantress was. Albeit, he wondered if he made her small. Whenever he left and took a part of her with him in that selfish way. He was a selfish creature. Had always been. His father created him to be one.           He leant his head against hers, wet locks against his cheek but this was the least he cared about right now. His eyelids fluttered close and he took a deep breath. His chest expanding whilst he scent filled his nostrils, his lungs. It didn't matter where he lived. Heaven, hell, earth. Ian was his home despite all the things that had happened between them. Despite all the things that might have been broken and repaired – just to be broken again. Velveteen fingertips ran down her spine. The intimacy that flourished between them was something no one else could give him. It was something so special that was reserved for them – only them. But that still led him to the question – What were they for each other? Did they even need a label? It was an almost childish thought, especially for an old creature for him but sometimes he wished they had a label. That he could claim her as his.           A soft sound that could be noted as a yes with a gentle nod of his head came from him. “I should have left a note.” He whispered gently as if he could scare her away the moment he would speak louder. His hands slipped further down, along the curves of her buttocks and eventually settled for a grip on her thighs to bring her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips. It was cold. He had to bring her inside. His foot knocked against the door and it closed with a less gentle sound. He wouldn't explain to her why he had to leave. He would never dare to scare her away. He felt guilty enough to touch her with the same hands that had bathed in blood days before. With his arms wrapped around her, he entered his – tiny – apartment, settled down on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. He wouldn't let go of her. “I've missed you.” With the gentle tone of his voice, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.           Perhaps he was even too ashamed to look at her. At his princess, his light.

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my precious rose bud! I hope you’ve been okay and been well! i miss you and adore you too bits! but I hope the time away is doing you great and everything is going well for you my precious little rose bud!

WELL, good thing I never saw this ask. I am the lamest ass one earth.I love you my little sunflower. Thank you so much for this message and for thinking about me while i was gone. This is so adorable. Thank you!!

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「ᴄʜɪᴡᴏɴ」 Metatron looked up to see the light face of the Fallen Prince and soon, his lips curled into a small smile as he tilted his head. “Brother, you forget. Here on Earth, we all have free will.” He enjoyed the other’s touch, his smile widening lightly and his eyes closing momentarily. “You shan’t drag me down with you. If I come, I will do it out of my own will to do so.” Through the time spent without the other, Metatron had slowly begun to unravel the meaning of freedom and it gradually became a very important value for him. Still, he got up and walked right in front of the Fallen, as close as he could with resolve in his gaze. “I will be wherever you need me, Lucifer.”

          LUCIFER’S DARK EYES lit up with some sort of excitement when he heard his brother's voice echo through the silence and eventually reach his ear. It was still truly the voice of an angel. The content amused him to a certain level. Lucifer did not believe that any had a free will on earth. And Metatron the least as long as he was around. Lucifer's love for himself wouldn't allow him to think anything else. There was this mixed feeling that he felt with the answer he had heard. Metatron with an own will. His beautiful angel that talked back to him. Excitement. And anger. Maybe a little bit of fear, he would never admit, that someone else could get rid of him. Outcast him. Just like his father once did. A soft hum emitted from his lips. “Are we free here on earth. I wonder. In heaven, we are bound to virtue. In hell to sin. On earth perhaps we are bound to both.” He tilted his head and blonde silken streaks of his hair fell over his forehead. “Just like now I feel like I'm bound to this sin of lust and just kiss your rosy lips.” On his own lips a grin appeared of brazen nature with his eyes locked on Metatron's pair of lips. He was playing. Again. As always.

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