Nightmare
Michael is eating an apple. They are in a golden wood, and Michael is eating an apple.
Gabriel watches the movement of his throat as he swallows, and is distracted by Michael’s laugh, by the golden apple juice coating swollen red lips that pucker slightly as they form the words I love you. Michael shifts, and the light falls on his wings, as dark as Gabriel’s hair, but in the dream it does not matter so much because Gabriel’s wings are the same.
Michael’s fingers are warm against Gabriel’s cool cheek, pulling him forward as he leans in, and Gabriel can taste sweet, tart apple juice. Then the warmth is suddenly ripped from him, slipping through his grasp, and Gabriel’s own cry echoes in his ears as Michael falls, falls down the precipice that had not been there a moment ago, falls further and further with Lucifer waiting at the bottom.
A chill wind blows through the now dark forest, and Gabriel is alone, a half-eaten apple in his hand.
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