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emberlight) wrote2011-01-16 11:53 pm
emberlight) wrote2011-01-16 11:53 pm
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ficlet: Bloom
This short little ficbit takes place after "Eyes", but before "Smile". Call it "Eyes pt2" or something. I have six or seven more where this one came from, but goodness knows when I'll get the time to finish them.
Bloom
Leaning against the door frame, Lucifer watched Uriel closely. The angel had changed little over the past few days, had not spoken beyond that one word, did not move other than to tuck his wings away and curl up in an even tighter ball in the middle of Lucifer's bed. If anything, he had grown colder, started to fade away. Lucifer frowned and reached inside his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. Angels. Did they have absolutely no sense of self-preservation?
He lit the cigarette and waited for a reaction, but none came. His frown deepened; Uriel had always protested to his smoking. The angel had always been polite about it, hinting and suggesting rather than outright asking - inviting Lucifer to sit with him outside, carefully choosing a spot a polite distance away from the smoke, or sometimes, if they had already been sitting outside, he would make a little face when he thought Lucifer wasn't looking and then announce he had to do something and go busy himself inside for a few moments gathering snacks or drinks or something else to cover for his departure - but now he remained silent and still.
Frustrated, Lucifer stepped inside the room and began to pace around the bed to-
Wait. Was that...? He took a few steps back and walked forward again.
Yes.
Minute, but a reaction. Tiny movements, a slight shifting of Uriel's head across the pillow as if he were following Lucifer's progress across the room.
Stepping next to the bed, Lucifer reached out and watched in fascination as Uriel unconsciously turned toward his outstretched hand like a flower drawn toward the sun. Captivated as much by his own pride as Uriel's reaction, Lucifer dropped his cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, sat down amidst the tangled wreckage of sheets and blankets and began to stroke his fingers across Uriel's skin gently. The response to that was less flower in bloom and more a little fire catching a larger flame, suddenly blazing bright.
Then Uriel opened his eyes and Lucifer found himself momentarily breathless. There was nothing in that gaze but unending devotion; everything else was a blank slate. Lucifer had seen Uriel like that but once before, at his creation, when the younger angel had first opened his eyes and swore his faith to their Father.
Oh, yes, Uriel was HIS now. He would remake the angel into a better, brighter image, and Heaven would tremble in fear at what it had lost. It was his will and it would be done.
Bloom
Leaning against the door frame, Lucifer watched Uriel closely. The angel had changed little over the past few days, had not spoken beyond that one word, did not move other than to tuck his wings away and curl up in an even tighter ball in the middle of Lucifer's bed. If anything, he had grown colder, started to fade away. Lucifer frowned and reached inside his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. Angels. Did they have absolutely no sense of self-preservation?
He lit the cigarette and waited for a reaction, but none came. His frown deepened; Uriel had always protested to his smoking. The angel had always been polite about it, hinting and suggesting rather than outright asking - inviting Lucifer to sit with him outside, carefully choosing a spot a polite distance away from the smoke, or sometimes, if they had already been sitting outside, he would make a little face when he thought Lucifer wasn't looking and then announce he had to do something and go busy himself inside for a few moments gathering snacks or drinks or something else to cover for his departure - but now he remained silent and still.
Frustrated, Lucifer stepped inside the room and began to pace around the bed to-
Wait. Was that...? He took a few steps back and walked forward again.
Yes.
Minute, but a reaction. Tiny movements, a slight shifting of Uriel's head across the pillow as if he were following Lucifer's progress across the room.
Stepping next to the bed, Lucifer reached out and watched in fascination as Uriel unconsciously turned toward his outstretched hand like a flower drawn toward the sun. Captivated as much by his own pride as Uriel's reaction, Lucifer dropped his cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, sat down amidst the tangled wreckage of sheets and blankets and began to stroke his fingers across Uriel's skin gently. The response to that was less flower in bloom and more a little fire catching a larger flame, suddenly blazing bright.
Then Uriel opened his eyes and Lucifer found himself momentarily breathless. There was nothing in that gaze but unending devotion; everything else was a blank slate. Lucifer had seen Uriel like that but once before, at his creation, when the younger angel had first opened his eyes and swore his faith to their Father.
Oh, yes, Uriel was HIS now. He would remake the angel into a better, brighter image, and Heaven would tremble in fear at what it had lost. It was his will and it would be done.
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Ummm. *tries to collect thoughts* *feels a bit like Uri now*
*rereads* *is reduced to keyboard-mashing at the last line again* *DEEP BREATHS*
I love how you showed that Lucifer truly was the centre of Uriel's world now - like a flower or a planet, he's completely dependent on Lucifer, his sun, his light. I really love the image of Uriel unconsciously turning towards Lucifer like a flower seeking the sun.
Captivated as much by his own pride as Uriel's reaction
That's just so perfectly Lucifer. XD
It was his will and it would be done.
This. *________* The echo of the Thy will be done that usually refers to God is so... *flail* And earlier there was that parallel drawn between Lucifer and God with the devotion in Uriel's eyes as he opens his eyes at birth - since he IS kind of reborn here, and I also love that that would make Lucifer Uri's creator - and it's echoed here and it's a victory for Lucifer as Heaven's loss is his gain and and and your writing is so awesome. <3
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I am so glad that I managed to convey just how much Lucifer means to Uri. It's always been a part of my canon that Lucifer had a hand in creating Uriel and that Uriel was always somewhat drawn to him. With Uri, it's infinitely amplified - Lucifer IS God as far as he is concerned.
I am proud of that last line, yes I am. :3
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You conveyed that very well, though it made me want to reach into the screen and hug Uri/Uriel. ;_;
As you should be!