you're holy to me
Cold clutched bitterly at his core with razor sharp talons. Winter in the north was a death sentence for the fairweather herald. It had taken a sudden shock of steam, rising up from the earth, to lead him here. Underground, the molten blood of the earth bubbled freely through an open vein. The golden male lounged, uncharacteristically languid, near the glowing banks. It had been out of obligation to his family that he had lingered this far from the equator. After that fateful reunion, Gabriel had been determined to stick close. Even if they didn't want him, he felt the need to repay his debts to the fractured family. Samael had vanished after his declarations. Somehow, the herald had found himself missing his younger brother. The attachment hadn't faded over time, it seemed. Not like when the Lord had cast him out so cruelly. Instead, he only felt an ache in his chest to be around his siblings. They had all disappeared, leaving him entirely alone. Pale toes rested near the edge of the river, seeking to banish the frozen numbness. His belly was warming, basking in the blessed heat. The ends of his golden fur were curling as they dried, free of the clinging snowflakes. The very ground beneath him was blissfully warm. Despite the cool draft that dared worm its way through the tunnel from above ground, he was content. Sightless gaze was heavily lidded, unmarred cheek pressed against the stone floor. Those sweet little children. Meeting little Dominika had been a blessing. Her sweet, lilting voice had been a hymn to his ears. So vastly different from the elder litter, who loathed his very existence. Rightfully so, as he felt the same bubbling hatred for himself when he was around them. Samael's new brood had stirred something within him. The desire for children of his own. A dream that would never come to fruition. He could never love a woman. Never sire progeny. The impossible weight of that sin sat itself upon his chest, forcing the breath from him in one long sigh. Footsteps. Thumping an easy stride down the incline of the tunnel. A scent wafted into his dark nostrils, familiarity bleeding into his core. Softly, he hummed. Chiseled crown would lift, seeking to aim his snout towards the entrance to the cavern. "Luc-" he shook his head. "Samael." He crooned in greeting, vocals warmed by affection. "Come here, I'm freezing. You're always so warm." For once, he was desperate to feel his brother's body beside his own. He needed to leach the heat from his form to banish the chill from his own core.
TO LET YOU KNOW WE MADE A MISTAKE |
Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.
Finding Gabriel was his most challenging trial yet. Not that it was difficult to do, just that he knew what was to come. Gabe would hate him. His paws lead him to find the herald, warming himself by the heat of volcanic river. Haunted eyes watched quietly, paws stopping some distance away. Gabe looked, happy, for once. Though something still seemed sad about him. Why was it his brother, nay, the love he pined after, could never find true happiness? Was such a thing fair to even ask him to find? It wasn't fair the things Sam had to tell his brother today. But it had to be him, he didn't wish gabe to hear it from another source. His rother had seen to Dominika's face after she was maimed in such ways by Abba. But did Gabe understand the decisions that had weighted Sam down? Could he ask his brother to forgive him? Raphael never would he knew. Uriel would not either, but Abba had been his father too. At one point Sam had thought he would never love another the way he had Abba. He moved forward, his brother beconing him to his side. His brother admitted his cold core to the air around them. His ears pressed back. Could he do this? Shatter his brother's sanctuary? Ask then for forgveness? Or should he reverse the order of such things? His mouth felt dry to him, though he knew it wasn't truly dry. His heart hammered in his chest. The way Gabriel had finally called him not by Lucifer but by his name. He didn't know if he could do this but he knew he would regret if Gabe heard it from another source. He slowly lowered himself to lay with his brother, curling aroung him, carefully. HE knew not to suggest they warm up a better way, but damned if he didn't want to. His tongue came to carress his brother's shoulderblades. Bathing him but not speaking, for he knew not what to say to even broach such a topic that lay upon his mind.
That you hide from your friends |
As his brother and current stalking interest Gabriel is allowed in any of his threads regardless of tags. Also as the father of Leviathan, Sathanus, and Mammon Sam is allowed to pop into any of their threads as he sees fits regardless of how they are marked.