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topunishnationsWHO: Kushiel topunishnations and Lucifer phosphoriel
VERSE: Mythos
[ Lucifer favorites a palace on mountains highest, where the wind bites and the air thins. Breath is visible. Awe is automatic. The sun casts light both cutting and pure, striving to measure up to the perfection that gleams from each feather of his master's wings.
(Though this light has dimmed. He has not seen more than soft throbs and flickers of it since he wrenched those mighty wings free of their prince.)
Kushiel favorites the land he's come to call his own. The people are dark-haired and have a sharpness to them, they are quick-tongued and they make soil that is unmerciful yield enough so that they may survive. He resides near the cliffs, a towered complex that serves as temple too. While Lucifer heals he lets no others attend to their quarters than his Chosen, marked by the blood in her eye but they roam it freely once there is strength to do so. She is temptation, challenge and reminder for the Morningstar. He takes it with that incising humor Kushiel has come to know well.
This is a time that will end so he takes every moment of it, more conscious of the ticking of seconds, minutes and days than he has ever been in his existence. They do not speak of parting often as he overseas and tends to Lucifer's progress. Sometimes his brother calls for him to follow and when they are twined together both divine and flesh with bodies that grow slick with sweat or catch in harsher breathing he imagines the impossible in telling him he would. And it would be sweet to have this for eternity. He Who Will Be Punished and He Who Punishes.
Kushiel's grip digs into the toned muscle of Lucifer's thighs. The Morningstar rides him, wings arched above in a new, curious, brindled beauty and they stretch far more than they did a week ago.
He holds him down, thrusting up inside the heat of his body around his thickened cock. Kushiel pushes deep, each plunge perfection that tightens the weight and ache below. His eyes are so lowered they seem nearly shut.]
Come. You look parched. [Lucifer's hair has grown as rapidly as his wings. Kushiel claims a wild lock, pulling his brother down to have his mouth.]
topunishnations and Lucifer phosphorielVERSE: Mythos
[ Lucifer favorites a palace on mountains highest, where the wind bites and the air thins. Breath is visible. Awe is automatic. The sun casts light both cutting and pure, striving to measure up to the perfection that gleams from each feather of his master's wings.
(Though this light has dimmed. He has not seen more than soft throbs and flickers of it since he wrenched those mighty wings free of their prince.)
Kushiel favorites the land he's come to call his own. The people are dark-haired and have a sharpness to them, they are quick-tongued and they make soil that is unmerciful yield enough so that they may survive. He resides near the cliffs, a towered complex that serves as temple too. While Lucifer heals he lets no others attend to their quarters than his Chosen, marked by the blood in her eye but they roam it freely once there is strength to do so. She is temptation, challenge and reminder for the Morningstar. He takes it with that incising humor Kushiel has come to know well.
This is a time that will end so he takes every moment of it, more conscious of the ticking of seconds, minutes and days than he has ever been in his existence. They do not speak of parting often as he overseas and tends to Lucifer's progress. Sometimes his brother calls for him to follow and when they are twined together both divine and flesh with bodies that grow slick with sweat or catch in harsher breathing he imagines the impossible in telling him he would. And it would be sweet to have this for eternity. He Who Will Be Punished and He Who Punishes.
Kushiel's grip digs into the toned muscle of Lucifer's thighs. The Morningstar rides him, wings arched above in a new, curious, brindled beauty and they stretch far more than they did a week ago.
He holds him down, thrusting up inside the heat of his body around his thickened cock. Kushiel pushes deep, each plunge perfection that tightens the weight and ache below. His eyes are so lowered they seem nearly shut.]
Come. You look parched. [Lucifer's hair has grown as rapidly as his wings. Kushiel claims a wild lock, pulling his brother down to have his mouth.]
