[Lucific] Gratitude, PG, Fluff, Lucifer/Azael
Emi's birthday
08.12.2005
Original fic with the characters from Searching Endlessly, Westward Seeking, Hunting You, and mornings. All can be found in my memories. Lucifer is, of course, the fallen angel, and Azael his lover.
1. gratitude; Lucifer/Azael, original, pg
“What is this, Azael?” Lucifer looks in bemusement at the gaily wrapped package in his hands, done up with heavy navy blue paper and garnished with silver ribbons.
Azael shrugs casually, a small smile on his lips. “It’s a human tradition,” he replies simply, leaning back into the couch and pressing against his lover. “A gift,” he adds, “to celebrate their day of birth.”
At this, Lucifer’s brow creases. “Azael,” he says, “I was born…created…”
“One thousand four hundred fifty-seven years ago on this day.” Azael smiles again. “Did you forget?”
Lucifer runs long fingers through the curlicues of the silver ribbon, gaze on the package in his lap. “Azael,” he says again, softly, and the word is imbued with countless implications, one for each year he’s been alive, and the thousand he’s been with his soul mate. He strokes the smooth paper, touched, and then looks up a moment later in puzzlement. “Why gift the mortal? It’s not as if they had anything to do with their birth. Nothing worth rewarding, in any case.”
Azael presses his face into Lucifer’s shoulder and laughs. “Well,” he says with a coy light in his golden eyes, “it’s also to congratulate them on surviving another year and to wish them the best in the upcoming one. To express gratitude for their birth and existence.” He lifts a hand to sift through his lover’s loose black locks and murmurs, “And I’m so very grateful for you.”
The returning smile is fierce, soft, and warm. Lucifer gently sets the present on the floor and draws Azael into his lap, threading his fingers through pale silver hair and cupping that beloved face. “I think our Lord knows what’s best for us in the end,” he confesses, leaning his forehead against the other angel’s. “I thought I’d never be able to forgive him for not letting you back into Heaven, but-“ he pauses to kiss Azael, gently, “-I’m so much happier here. With you.” He exhales hard and looks into endless golden eyes.
Azael smiles. “He loves you so much,” he says. “You were his Light Bearer. He sacrificed that. For you. It means something, Lucifer,” he whispers, before pressing against the most loved fallen angel of all time and demonstrating how grateful he is for Lucifer’s creation and fall and life.
08.12.2005
Original fic with the characters from Searching Endlessly, Westward Seeking, Hunting You, and mornings. All can be found in my memories. Lucifer is, of course, the fallen angel, and Azael his lover.
1. gratitude; Lucifer/Azael, original, pg
“What is this, Azael?” Lucifer looks in bemusement at the gaily wrapped package in his hands, done up with heavy navy blue paper and garnished with silver ribbons.
Azael shrugs casually, a small smile on his lips. “It’s a human tradition,” he replies simply, leaning back into the couch and pressing against his lover. “A gift,” he adds, “to celebrate their day of birth.”
At this, Lucifer’s brow creases. “Azael,” he says, “I was born…created…”
“One thousand four hundred fifty-seven years ago on this day.” Azael smiles again. “Did you forget?”
Lucifer runs long fingers through the curlicues of the silver ribbon, gaze on the package in his lap. “Azael,” he says again, softly, and the word is imbued with countless implications, one for each year he’s been alive, and the thousand he’s been with his soul mate. He strokes the smooth paper, touched, and then looks up a moment later in puzzlement. “Why gift the mortal? It’s not as if they had anything to do with their birth. Nothing worth rewarding, in any case.”
Azael presses his face into Lucifer’s shoulder and laughs. “Well,” he says with a coy light in his golden eyes, “it’s also to congratulate them on surviving another year and to wish them the best in the upcoming one. To express gratitude for their birth and existence.” He lifts a hand to sift through his lover’s loose black locks and murmurs, “And I’m so very grateful for you.”
The returning smile is fierce, soft, and warm. Lucifer gently sets the present on the floor and draws Azael into his lap, threading his fingers through pale silver hair and cupping that beloved face. “I think our Lord knows what’s best for us in the end,” he confesses, leaning his forehead against the other angel’s. “I thought I’d never be able to forgive him for not letting you back into Heaven, but-“ he pauses to kiss Azael, gently, “-I’m so much happier here. With you.” He exhales hard and looks into endless golden eyes.
Azael smiles. “He loves you so much,” he says. “You were his Light Bearer. He sacrificed that. For you. It means something, Lucifer,” he whispers, before pressing against the most loved fallen angel of all time and demonstrating how grateful he is for Lucifer’s creation and fall and life.