Disclaimer: All rights to the characters, plot, and story of Angel Sanctuary belong strictly and solely to Kaori Yuki.
Note: Since I go back to school Monday, this is probably the last fanfic I'll write for several months. Maybe it's just me, but I suspect that student teaching all morning, and going to class all afternoon is not going to give me much time for playing around in wonderful imaginary universes. ;; I miss it already.
The Inorganic Angel is very beautiful. His Creator, who has no physical form, and who doesn't really find them very important, has always found him satisfactory, not that he'd tell Rosiel that. His subservience is more important than any physical beauty. He has to admit, though, that since he's taken on his twin's form, Rosiel is …less repulsive to look at. He is, perhaps, more pleasant to touch like this.
Clad in his angelic robes, Rosiel kneels at his Father's throne. He bows his head, and his lips seek to touch the Hand that gave him life.
"Rosiel, child," God feels his hands clinging to his own, he feels his lips make contact. His voice is very playful, "have you been a good boy?"
He hasn't. There have been …incidents in Eden; God thinks the hatred is starting to grow nicely between these twins of his. He thinks that soon Rosiel might stop going to see his sister altogether. "I… Father, forgive me." Rosiel's kissed him, but he doesn't move away. "Father, please…"
The Creator is inclined to be generous. "What is it, child?" He cups Rosiel's face, he lifts it; that's Alexiel's face looking back at him, slightly, but sufficiently changed, now that it's her brother's.
Rosiel's hands cling. There's fear in his eyes, but his hands cling, and he opens his mouth as if he thinks God will grant his wishes. …As if he still thinks any wishes matter besides God's. He's very beautiful in his angelic robes, but the beauty isn't his, it's his sister's that God has taken for him. And the robes go with his station, and that was given to him by God as well.
"My beautiful child," the Creator says. There are advantages to having a corporeal form, even for so great a digital Being as himself. Now, he parts the curtains that surround his throne. He rises, and, with a gesture, he bids Rosiel rise as well.
In the bedchamber, Rosiel sheds his robes. He lies down, subservient as ever, and God lies down beside him. "Your bandages are gone," he says.
Rosiel opens his mouth to thank him for this beautiful body of his, but God puts a hand to his lips. They aren't here to repeat the obvious. It's a creation's job to submit to the Creator, it's a child's job to serve his Father. Rosiel submits, and he serves. He puts Alexiel's hands where God wills him to, he uses her beautiful mouth where God says it will give him the most pleasure. And as he's working, God points out every way that he's still incomplete. He notes every flaw, and explains that this is why he will never be perfect without his sister.