Crimson Moon, Fallen Stars
Date: June 5th, after sunset
Location: Behind the manor
Status: Private (Raphael, Lucifer) - COMPLETE
Summary: It had been a while since Raphael had seen his older brother. Maybe he could ask a favor as well.
Crimson Moon, Fallen Stars
It wasn't like the one in the book, but it was beautiful nonetheless. The hilt was simple but had a green rhinestone on it and a little leaf design carved into the blade.
Yes, it was beautiful. But...
Gabriel... He had been so upset, so angry. And yet Raphael had snapped at him. Granted, the Messenger had legit concerns -the last time Raphael had a weapon he had cut away his wings. But the gentle Healer wasn't like that, not anymore. Such destructive thoughts had no place with him in his mind.
But he wanted a cursed blade. It was like his cross to bear, a source of power that balanced the celestial within him. He could have light and dark and learn to weild both. And if they do come for him...
He shook his head. No. No more fearing for Gabriel's death. I want them to let me stand on my own, I must do the same.
Raphael looked up, seeing his home as he padded down the sidewalk. Instead of going in, he went around the beautiful building and to the back, right at the timberline. Maybe...
He hadn't seen Lucifer since his dinner party. Maybe if he asked nicely he'd even curse his new dagger for him. But how to call him?
"Hey, Lucifer? It's me, Raphael!" He looked around. Hmm.
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Location: Behind the manor
Status: Private (Raphael, Lucifer) - COMPLETE
Summary: It had been a while since Raphael had seen his older brother. Maybe he could ask a favor as well.
Crimson Moon, Fallen Stars
It wasn't like the one in the book, but it was beautiful nonetheless. The hilt was simple but had a green rhinestone on it and a little leaf design carved into the blade.
Yes, it was beautiful. But...
Gabriel... He had been so upset, so angry. And yet Raphael had snapped at him. Granted, the Messenger had legit concerns -the last time Raphael had a weapon he had cut away his wings. But the gentle Healer wasn't like that, not anymore. Such destructive thoughts had no place with him in his mind.
But he wanted a cursed blade. It was like his cross to bear, a source of power that balanced the celestial within him. He could have light and dark and learn to weild both. And if they do come for him...
He shook his head. No. No more fearing for Gabriel's death. I want them to let me stand on my own, I must do the same.
Raphael looked up, seeing his home as he padded down the sidewalk. Instead of going in, he went around the beautiful building and to the back, right at the timberline. Maybe...
He hadn't seen Lucifer since his dinner party. Maybe if he asked nicely he'd even curse his new dagger for him. But how to call him?
"Hey, Lucifer? It's me, Raphael!" He looked around. Hmm.
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