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emberlight) wrote2011-11-21 01:33 pm
emberlight) wrote2011-11-21 01:33 pm
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fic: Safe
Still working on clearing out the backlog of Fallen-verse ficbits in my Gdoc files, so have more fic.
Safe
It took quite a bit of convincing to persuade Uriel to leave Lux. In the space of a few days the angel had managed to take control of the kitchen and claim the table nearest the piano, and he showed little interest in abandoning either.1 He rarely spoke and often spent long periods of time staring at things only he could see but, all things considered, Lucifer thought he was doing remarkably well.
Ready to move on - preferably to somewhere without so many patrons who stared at the Fallen Seraph as if he were a particularly prime piece of meat - Lucifer suggested giving Uriel his own little corner of Hell. The angel panicked; Lux's patrons went without food for two nights while the the staff reconstructed and restocked the kitchen. During the next three attempts to bring up the topic, Uriel simply shut down, refusing to move or speak a word until Lucifer relented and dropped the subject. After each so-called conversation, Uriel stayed extra close to Lucifer's side, shadowing his footsteps, refusing to be more than an arm's length from him at any given moment.
Lucifer mulled this over, trying to figure out how to best use it to his advantage. Convincing Uriel to follow him obviously wouldn't be an issue, it was persuading him to stay behind that would prove to be the problem. As much as Lucifer enjoyed having the angel around - it had been a while since he last had someone who so openly adored him - Uriel was starting to draw too much attention. The human patrons were one thing and easily deflected, but some of the demons and demigods were starting to make too many demands. He didn't even want to give thought to what an angel might say or do if one of Heaven's winged rats showed up for an ill-timed visit.
Lucifer paused. If it was a question of what Uriel feared more than being left behind behind...
"Hey pretty bird. Don't you want to spread your wings?"
"Wings? Strings quicksilver sings. Not silver but gold, gravel and low." He spoke in a singsong voice, notes rising even as he slid down to kneel on the floor at Lucifer's feet, his head resting against Lucifer's knees.
"You do flatter me so," Lucifer said, tousling Uriel's hair affectionately. "I'm worried for you."
Uriel paled. "Am I not okay?"
"Of course you are. You are perfect, which is why I worry for you. Anyone who sees you would want you."
"Cannot have me. Only yours."
Something tightened in Lucifer's chest, vicious and victorious. Yes. Mine, it said, and he clenched his finger's in Uriel's hair, delighting in the small sound of submission the angel made. "I know you are, but people have a habit of taking what they want even when it does not belong to them. What if Heaven grows bitter, jealous, at their loss? What if they try to take you away?" Even as he said the words, Lucifer dismissed them as highly unlikely after ignoring Uriel for so long.
Then again, Gabriel once had a marked interest in his brother and if anyone could raise a host of angels to fight for a Fallen angel, it would be The Messenger, with his smooth voice and natural persuasiveness. People, angels and humans alike, seemed to bend to his words. Lucifer regretted being unable to lure Gabriel to his side all those years ago, but with Uriel and all the force of the faith he had invested in Lucifer, perhaps he could finally be persuaded to Fall. Lucifer considered the idea for a moment, foundations of plans forming in his mind. "Come, Uriel. Let me keep you safe." He released his hold on Uriel's hair, running his fingers through it gently to smooth it down, before holding his hand out.
Minutes ticked by as Uriel considered the offer, and Lucifer remained still, patient. Finally Uriel placed his hand in Lucifer's, let Lucifer pull him up, draw him close. "Yes. Keep me. Safe."
When Lucifer Descended, Uriel followed willingly, gladly.
1 He had also developed a remarkable fondness for curling up in Lucifer's bed whenever things were slow and he thought he could get away with it, as if Lucifer would ever protest to having an angel in his bed.
Safe
It took quite a bit of convincing to persuade Uriel to leave Lux. In the space of a few days the angel had managed to take control of the kitchen and claim the table nearest the piano, and he showed little interest in abandoning either.1 He rarely spoke and often spent long periods of time staring at things only he could see but, all things considered, Lucifer thought he was doing remarkably well.
Ready to move on - preferably to somewhere without so many patrons who stared at the Fallen Seraph as if he were a particularly prime piece of meat - Lucifer suggested giving Uriel his own little corner of Hell. The angel panicked; Lux's patrons went without food for two nights while the the staff reconstructed and restocked the kitchen. During the next three attempts to bring up the topic, Uriel simply shut down, refusing to move or speak a word until Lucifer relented and dropped the subject. After each so-called conversation, Uriel stayed extra close to Lucifer's side, shadowing his footsteps, refusing to be more than an arm's length from him at any given moment.
Lucifer mulled this over, trying to figure out how to best use it to his advantage. Convincing Uriel to follow him obviously wouldn't be an issue, it was persuading him to stay behind that would prove to be the problem. As much as Lucifer enjoyed having the angel around - it had been a while since he last had someone who so openly adored him - Uriel was starting to draw too much attention. The human patrons were one thing and easily deflected, but some of the demons and demigods were starting to make too many demands. He didn't even want to give thought to what an angel might say or do if one of Heaven's winged rats showed up for an ill-timed visit.
Lucifer paused. If it was a question of what Uriel feared more than being left behind behind...
"Hey pretty bird. Don't you want to spread your wings?"
"Wings? Strings quicksilver sings. Not silver but gold, gravel and low." He spoke in a singsong voice, notes rising even as he slid down to kneel on the floor at Lucifer's feet, his head resting against Lucifer's knees.
"You do flatter me so," Lucifer said, tousling Uriel's hair affectionately. "I'm worried for you."
Uriel paled. "Am I not okay?"
"Of course you are. You are perfect, which is why I worry for you. Anyone who sees you would want you."
"Cannot have me. Only yours."
Something tightened in Lucifer's chest, vicious and victorious. Yes. Mine, it said, and he clenched his finger's in Uriel's hair, delighting in the small sound of submission the angel made. "I know you are, but people have a habit of taking what they want even when it does not belong to them. What if Heaven grows bitter, jealous, at their loss? What if they try to take you away?" Even as he said the words, Lucifer dismissed them as highly unlikely after ignoring Uriel for so long.
Then again, Gabriel once had a marked interest in his brother and if anyone could raise a host of angels to fight for a Fallen angel, it would be The Messenger, with his smooth voice and natural persuasiveness. People, angels and humans alike, seemed to bend to his words. Lucifer regretted being unable to lure Gabriel to his side all those years ago, but with Uriel and all the force of the faith he had invested in Lucifer, perhaps he could finally be persuaded to Fall. Lucifer considered the idea for a moment, foundations of plans forming in his mind. "Come, Uriel. Let me keep you safe." He released his hold on Uriel's hair, running his fingers through it gently to smooth it down, before holding his hand out.
Minutes ticked by as Uriel considered the offer, and Lucifer remained still, patient. Finally Uriel placed his hand in Lucifer's, let Lucifer pull him up, draw him close. "Yes. Keep me. Safe."
When Lucifer Descended, Uriel followed willingly, gladly.
1 He had also developed a remarkable fondness for curling up in Lucifer's bed whenever things were slow and he thought he could get away with it, as if Lucifer would ever protest to having an angel in his bed.