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ꜜ I saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me
Concern took a hold of Michael, seeing Sariel so nervous. Sariel did not want to do this, and Michael had made him feel as if he had to. Michael’s heart sunk; he was causing Sariel distress once again. The younger angel apologized. Though, there was nothing for Sariel to be sorry about. Michael was the one that had forced him into the awkward situation.
Ridding himself of the rest of his clothing and setting his clean outfit by the bath, Michael crept in facing Sariel, careful not to slosh any water out. Eyes on Sariel’s anxious features, his brow drew in. He wanted to comfort Sariel, calm him, try to mend the situation. Unsure and timid, he reached for Sariel, caressing his cheek and lifting his chin. He met his eyes with a worried smile, and he lathered Sariel’s skin with the soap, rubbing his shoulders and back. Strong hands traced up to the angel’s nape, continuing to his cheeks. Michael captured Sariel’s lips, pulling him into an embrace, but he parted to weave his fingers into the other’s hair, massaging his scalp. He pushed the white locks back, cupping water in his hands to rinse Sariel’s hair. Lathering and massaging down Sariel’s arms, he caressed the smaller man’s hands and placed kisses on his fingers.
Michael scooted back. His eyes trailed over Sariel, hoping he was beginning to calm, but he averted his gaze, lust threatening to ignite within him. He set to work on soaping himself up. Having to twist awkwardly to reach his back, he found straining his shoulders caused them to ache more than normal. He thought nothing of it, however. It was more than likely due to his weak wings. Once finished, he dunked under the water and resurfaced to smile at Sariel, his hair stuck in inky clumps to his face.
Dripping wet, he stepped out and handed Sariel the towel. Michael had never bothered to use one, always putting on his clothing wet. Besides, he wanted to avoid Sariel being uncomfortable if he in any way could. Pulling on his clean pants, he returned to the wardrobe, gathering Sariel an outfit to sleep in; a loose shirt and a pair of shorts. He presented Sariel with the clothes and led him to the bed after he changed. Though he suspected Sariel didn’t require sleep here, it was still the late evening of an eventful day. Sariel liked to be in bed, and Michael would remain there with him for as long as he wanted.
Michael left his shirt on the nightstand, deciding he’d rather “sleep” without it. Climbing in beside Sariel, he wanted to cuddle into the angel, but dismissed the notion as ridiculous. The desire to be held was something he needed to n** in the bud. Michael was not the one in need of protection and comfort. No, that was Sariel. Michael needed to watch over, must be strong, for his angel now more than ever. He pulled Sariel close, his arms forming a protective warmth. Kissing Sariel’s forehead, he ran his fingers through his hair, “are you happy, my helel?” Michael certainly hoped that he was. Sariel’s happiness was all that mattered, the reason for his existence. He would do anything to ensure that Sariel was safe and happy.
“I,” he trailed off, feeling he didn’t have the right to make any sort of serious request of Sariel, despite the begging he’d done earlier. Regardless, he managed to find his voice again, though low and timid, “I want you to inform me if something is amiss, please, Sariel.” He hated the thought of Sariel hurting or in trouble and not telling him, but guilt twisted a knife into his side for the hypocritical action. Michael had no intention of disclosing any hurt he felt to Sariel. It simply wasn't worth it to upset the younger man. As long as Sariel was safe and happy, Michael's feelings were irrelevant.
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Located: Eden
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OOC: ugh crappy short post - sorry this took so long. when i finally got to sit down and write, i couldn't think of anything
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Concern took a hold of Michael, seeing Sariel so nervous. Sariel did not want to do this, and Michael had made him feel as if he had to. Michael’s heart sunk; he was causing Sariel distress once again. The younger angel apologized. Though, there was nothing for Sariel to be sorry about. Michael was the one that had forced him into the awkward situation.
Ridding himself of the rest of his clothing and setting his clean outfit by the bath, Michael crept in facing Sariel, careful not to slosh any water out. Eyes on Sariel’s anxious features, his brow drew in. He wanted to comfort Sariel, calm him, try to mend the situation. Unsure and timid, he reached for Sariel, caressing his cheek and lifting his chin. He met his eyes with a worried smile, and he lathered Sariel’s skin with the soap, rubbing his shoulders and back. Strong hands traced up to the angel’s nape, continuing to his cheeks. Michael captured Sariel’s lips, pulling him into an embrace, but he parted to weave his fingers into the other’s hair, massaging his scalp. He pushed the white locks back, cupping water in his hands to rinse Sariel’s hair. Lathering and massaging down Sariel’s arms, he caressed the smaller man’s hands and placed kisses on his fingers.
Michael scooted back. His eyes trailed over Sariel, hoping he was beginning to calm, but he averted his gaze, lust threatening to ignite within him. He set to work on soaping himself up. Having to twist awkwardly to reach his back, he found straining his shoulders caused them to ache more than normal. He thought nothing of it, however. It was more than likely due to his weak wings. Once finished, he dunked under the water and resurfaced to smile at Sariel, his hair stuck in inky clumps to his face.
Dripping wet, he stepped out and handed Sariel the towel. Michael had never bothered to use one, always putting on his clothing wet. Besides, he wanted to avoid Sariel being uncomfortable if he in any way could. Pulling on his clean pants, he returned to the wardrobe, gathering Sariel an outfit to sleep in; a loose shirt and a pair of shorts. He presented Sariel with the clothes and led him to the bed after he changed. Though he suspected Sariel didn’t require sleep here, it was still the late evening of an eventful day. Sariel liked to be in bed, and Michael would remain there with him for as long as he wanted.
Michael left his shirt on the nightstand, deciding he’d rather “sleep” without it. Climbing in beside Sariel, he wanted to cuddle into the angel, but dismissed the notion as ridiculous. The desire to be held was something he needed to n** in the bud. Michael was not the one in need of protection and comfort. No, that was Sariel. Michael needed to watch over, must be strong, for his angel now more than ever. He pulled Sariel close, his arms forming a protective warmth. Kissing Sariel’s forehead, he ran his fingers through his hair, “are you happy, my helel?” Michael certainly hoped that he was. Sariel’s happiness was all that mattered, the reason for his existence. He would do anything to ensure that Sariel was safe and happy.
“I,” he trailed off, feeling he didn’t have the right to make any sort of serious request of Sariel, despite the begging he’d done earlier. Regardless, he managed to find his voice again, though low and timid, “I want you to inform me if something is amiss, please, Sariel.” He hated the thought of Sariel hurting or in trouble and not telling him, but guilt twisted a knife into his side for the hypocritical action. Michael had no intention of disclosing any hurt he felt to Sariel. It simply wasn't worth it to upset the younger man. As long as Sariel was safe and happy, Michael's feelings were irrelevant.
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Located: Eden
With: Sariel
Music:
OOC: ugh crappy short post - sorry this took so long. when i finally got to sit down and write, i couldn't think of anything
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ꜛ I looked away, I turned away
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