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“Ten things about you.” Arcady stroked his chin and tilted his head to the side.
“Yes, brother. Ten.” Arcayn rolled his silver-blue eyes at his twin. “In case you did not know, it is the same number you can count on your fingers.”
The redhead lifted both his hands, scrutinizing them under stark fluorescent light.
“JESUS CHRIST! I NEVER KNEW I HAD TEN FINGERS!” Arcady started dramatically, his mouth curved into an ‘o.’ “You’d think us being Atziluthi* and all that we’d have more than-“ Arcady never got to finish his sentence for he received a resounding whack to the side of his head from his brother. “Goddammit, Sky!” Arcayn gave him a second slap.
“Never curse using the Lord’s name!” Said Arcayn, scowling as he brushed his hand by the hem of his shirt. “We should finish this endeavor. I have other important things to attend to.”
It was Arcady's turn to roll his eyes. "Fine then, I'll start! Hehehe..."
1) Kitt finds it very easy to sleep. In fact, he prides himself on his ability to be able to
sleep anytime and anywhere, on anything. (Not with anyone, though. He still has morals.) To Kitt,
sleep is an escape he can use to get away from everything. In sleeping he is safe, and no one can
touch him when he dreams.
"Really," Arcady smiles at his imaginary audience. "Sleep is the best thing ever." He gives Arcayn a smirk, urging him to continue.
Sky, on the other hand, has a lot of difficulty falling asleep. When he does eventually fall
asleep, he often finds himself plagued with nightmares. He dreams about spilled blood and arrows
jutting out of bodies; of a beautiful glass city filled with beings whose hearts have been turned
to stone. He can never tell anyone this because he thinks no one will ever understand.
Arcayn balls his hands into tight fists, settling them on his lap. He says nothing.
2) Kitt looks older, but he's the younger twin, separated by six minutes. Sky will forever look
like a seventeen-year-old boy because of the rapid growth of his wings and the manifestation of
his Elohim** abilities. He's frozen at this physical state forever. Three years later, when Sky
found his twin, Kitt's wings came out on Sky's attack, and thus Kitt stays at the physical age of
twenty-one.
Arcayn remembers the searing pain between his shoulder blades as his wings slowly pushed out. When they emerged, they did so in an explosion of muscle and sinew. Arcady's wings did not take long to come out, His body reacted to the situation of Arcayn's ambush, shielding him from Atziluth-forged arrows.
"That's something I would not like to experience again." Arcayn's pale eyebrows furrow. Arcady puts a hand on Arcayn's shoulder, He quickly removes it when Arcayn shoots a glare at him.
3) Kitt likes to think that life's too short for him not to enjoy. He doesn't like feeling
pressure or anything of the sort. He'll always find a way to wheedle out of responsibility.
Sky likes having responsibility over anything and being busy overall. It gives him the sense of
usefullness and purpose. He doesn't like having his hands idle.
"You don't do anything fun, do you?"
"What is 'fun' for you is not 'fun' for me!"
Arcayn's fingers itch for the smooth surface of his bow, for the feel of arrows between his fingers. Hunting the Nephilim gave him a purpose. It gave him a goal. Now, he has nothing.
4) On the topic of food, Kitt loves tomatoes. Specifically, tomato sauce.
"IT'S RED AND SWEET AND SALTY AND DELICIOUS!" Kitt breaks out into a wide grin.
Sky loves potatoes. There were always potatoes in the convent.
"Very useful, they are. The staple of many dishes." Sky nods.
But Kitt hates potatoes.
"Goddamn things aren't good by themselves! You always have to add something for it to taste nice! Tomatoes on the other hand..." Arcady grins wider than possible. "...you can just grab and bite."
And Sky hates tomatoes.
"Tomatoes are abominations! Neither fruit nor vegetable!" Like I am neither of Assiah* nor Atziluth is unsaid.
5) Their natural hair color is a pale platinum blonde.
Arcady runs his hand absentmindedly along his dyed red hair. His eyebrows were also colored to match. "Red's an awesome color. It's like life and passion and other stuff."
"Mihael had the same hair. Obviously we got the trait from him" Arcayn wants to rid himself of anything that remotely reminds him of Mihael. His pale hair only makes him think of blind following and eventual betrayal, but he can't bring himself to change it.
6) Everyone probably already knows this but these two are not human. Not even close.
To put it simply, they're angels.
"The correct and specific term" says Arcayn "is Atziluthi. Of Atziluth." Atziluth, Mihael told him, is a city of shining crystal and tall golden pillars. Paradise. "Just like Crow is Gehenni; from Gehenna, the underworld."
"We ain't the Victoria's Secret kind either." Arcady winks.
7) Kitt doesn't really have ten fingers. He used to, though!
"Hah! Sliced off by Lucifael Morningstar's legendary scythe." Arcady flexed the remaining fingers of his left hand. The middle finger and ring finger were cut off at the first knuckle. "Stupid of me, I put my hand out to try and stop the damn thing and..." Arcady swallowed. He didn't want to recall how Crow pushed him aside and took the blow for him. He'd never forget how the red blood gushed out of Crow, making his green eyes stand brighter than ever as the life slowly poured out of him. Lucifael went mad when he realized he'd just killed his son.
Sky has seven toes on his right foot and he used to---
"That is a lie! Erase that!" Arcayn turns to face the writer of this list. His face scrunches up in fury as he unlaces his sneakers and pulls them off. "See!" He said, raising his foot. "Five!"
The author begrudgingly presses the backspace button repeatedly until said lie is deleted from the white screen.
Arcady laughs behind his three-fingered hand.
8) If he could be anyone of the Avengers, Kitt would like to be Iron Man because Iron Man's suit is red.
"I could be Thor too. His cape is red. Hell, I think I'll be Black Widow because I wear black leather and I'm a redhead!" He wiggles is blood red eyebrows. Arcayn scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Sky would be Hawkeye since he is quite impressed of the archery skills he possesses.
"Yes, Mr. Hawkeye's artillery is interesting. His bow is light and flexible and he can shoot in the most dire of situations." Secretly Arcayn envies the components of Hawkeye's bow.
9) There's a reason for their names and differing surnames. Let's leave that for them to explain.
"So yeah, Arcady Deo means 'perfect God' and it's supposed to be, like, how God is perfect. Something like that. I think." Arcady strokes his chin. "Yeah! Because, like, it's in the Bible, right?" Somewhere beyond the fourth wall, the author of this story slaps her palm to her face.
"Arcayn Salvatore comes from the Latin arcana and the Italian salvatore. Together they are 'mysterious savior,' It represents the facets of God's mysterious ways and how he redeems everyone in the end." He shrugs. "We have differing last names because we simply were not raised together. I was taken in by Mihael and raised in Castel Sant'Angelo in the Vatican."
"And I was raised in Rome. With Zen." Arcady doesn't say anymore. Zen, short for Zenovia, was in fact their biological mother, who fell to Assiah during the start of the Great War.
10) Lastly, even after their initial confrontation in which Sky greatly desired to kill Kitt so he can gain entrance to Atziluth, they're both glad that they've got each other because by standing together they can prove the rest of the angels wrong by becoming stronger through brotherhood.
They will never admit that part though.
Footnotes:
Atziluth is the Hebrew term for Heaven, Assiah is Earth, and Gehenna is Hell. This comes from the Jewish Kaballah.
The terms Atziluthi and Gehenni, as for as I know, came from my brain.
Elohim is a collective term meaning Sons of God.