Cold And Alone
Title: Cold And Alone
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (253 words)
Pairings: None intended, but can be read with implied Michael/Lucifer
Era: Nothing specified
Warnings: None
Summary: He stood there, all alone ...
Note: Written for "Devotion" drabble challenge on spnland; prompt - "Devotion".
~*~
He stood alone, that night he knew everything was changing -- the night when he knew that nothing would be the same -- that it couldn't possibly remain so.
He stood alone as he thought and remembered.
Even if "alone" was the furthest from how he really wanted to be.
"All I ever did was love him," he'd said, looking the other angel directly in his eyes. A look that he had used time and time again, and he knew how it worked.
'Believe me,' the look said. 'Trust me,' the look said. 'Please,' the look said.
'Don't hate me,' it whispered.
But although Michael held him close and muttered, "I know," as his Grace and wings wrapped around him, he knew the truth.
He knew that it was over.
So as he stood there -- thinking, remembering, and watching -- he tried to pay no attention to how cold he felt without any of his family.
Without his Father smiling down on him, loving him as the brightest in all of Heaven.
Without Gabriel following him around, wanting to know everything that he knew, wanting to spend every moment he could with him ... not that he ever really minded it, he supposed.
And without Michael, holding him, and sheltering him, and keeping him safe -- taking care of him like he had done from the very beginning -- and never letting him go.
Lucifer tried not to think of how cold he felt when he was all alone.
~*~
Finite!
~Megan
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (253 words)
Pairings: None intended, but can be read with implied Michael/Lucifer
Era: Nothing specified
Warnings: None
Summary: He stood there, all alone ...
Note: Written for "Devotion" drabble challenge on spnland; prompt - "Devotion".
~*~
He stood alone, that night he knew everything was changing -- the night when he knew that nothing would be the same -- that it couldn't possibly remain so.
He stood alone as he thought and remembered.
Even if "alone" was the furthest from how he really wanted to be.
"All I ever did was love him," he'd said, looking the other angel directly in his eyes. A look that he had used time and time again, and he knew how it worked.
'Believe me,' the look said. 'Trust me,' the look said. 'Please,' the look said.
'Don't hate me,' it whispered.
But although Michael held him close and muttered, "I know," as his Grace and wings wrapped around him, he knew the truth.
He knew that it was over.
So as he stood there -- thinking, remembering, and watching -- he tried to pay no attention to how cold he felt without any of his family.
Without his Father smiling down on him, loving him as the brightest in all of Heaven.
Without Gabriel following him around, wanting to know everything that he knew, wanting to spend every moment he could with him ... not that he ever really minded it, he supposed.
And without Michael, holding him, and sheltering him, and keeping him safe -- taking care of him like he had done from the very beginning -- and never letting him go.
Lucifer tried not to think of how cold he felt when he was all alone.
~*~
Finite!
~Megan