you're holy to me
Patience was a virtue. For once, it came easily to the golden titan. Delicate limbs were arranged neatly as he warmed himself on the brimstone banks. Chin tipped toward his chest, bowed in wordless prayer. He needed strength. Guidance. Where would they come from without the Lord? He heard the choked sob echo through the cavern. Had that been Samael? Worse, himself? "But it wasn't, the decision was easy, the action of doing it even more so. Yet the hardest thing about this is admitting to you what I did. Just knowing that I'll never earn your true forgiveness, that I'll never be anything more than the brother that killed the Lord. Just because I couldn't accept that he could be right, that my way of life could be wrong. That perhaps we deserve death for being as we are, you and Uriel homosexual, and me bisexual and incestuous....." It was another long speech. Perhaps Samael should preach his own gospel- he was awfully good at it. A scoff- harsh and unexpected even to Gabriel- was uttered from inky lips. "You think that because he is dead, I will accept my sinful existence? Just like that?" It was unbearably cruel to cut Samael down like that. But it needed to be said. Gabriel lifted his cranium, sightless eyes gazing somewhere beyond the back wall of the cavern. His brows lowered, narrowing his eyes. "What you did for your family was impossibly brave," he began, trying to figure out the words for it. Gospel had been so easy, it flew from his maw like song. This? This was impossible. "and I will not hold it against you. How could I? You sought vengeance for the Lord's misdeeds against you and your children. Against what I stood by and conceded with my silence." A shuddering breath was taken in. To feel the trembling form of his younger brother press tight against his chest was reminiscent of better days. Samael's shoulder blade dug itself sharply into his collarbone. He didn't mind, or notice. Dark, tattered cheek pressed tight into the soft fur of his neck. The herald only furthered the contact, tucking his own chin over the broad skull of his brother. A gentle, soothing hum passed through him. "You will do what you feel is right, but I will still mourn my Lord's death. I will continue to live my life by his teachings, until I see the fault in them that you do. Dear, sweet Samael," The gentle lyrics were still raspy from his throat's abuse. "I will follow where you lead, until I decide otherwise. You have a good heart, despite your sins." It was the best comfort he could manage. Was it enough?
THEN S W A L L O W IT FOR ME |
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.