Hey guys so I'm writing drabbles of Michael, trying to warm myself up to the idea of writing a story. Okay I lie, I'm writing two stories right now and am reluctant to write a third lest my procrastinating nature kick in and ruin me. The drabbles will be of various natures, song fics, rated K-M, angsty, funny, basically whatever comes out of my head. If I do charm you into wanting a longer story, let me know, I may pen the idea for one. And as always I DO NOT OWN LEGION ITS CHARACTERS. AND LEAVE A REVIEW IF YOU ENJOYED!
The First Child
Rated K+
Listening to:What We Will Never Know by Innerpartysystem
Stare into the sun / to see my face for once / all the weaknesses. / Too tired to lift the arms / that hold onto the stars. / watch me as I sleep (Innerpartysystem)
God had named Michael leader of his great army. It was his honor and Michael had done this task with pride for over seventy-five billion years. However, what some had forgotten was that to Michael's military prowess and superiority there was another side.
When the first child was born, outside of the garden, Michael had come to Earth to witness the event.
As Cain was born he had watched . He had been ordered by the Father to not aid Eve. He had said that it was something that they would now have to learn themselves. It was how all children were to be born. This, he had told him, was the beginning.
So, Michael obeserved with curious and excited wonder, the birth of the first child.
There was pain involved, so much pain. Michael's wings quavered as the young woman pushed the child. Rivulets of sweat rolled down her forehead, her body, even her rounded belly, glistened with it. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes cinched in pain and concentration. He observed this woman's courage and unyielding strength defining his conviction of his love for mankind.
And so there were many hours and finally a babe. There was no sound, Adam, the world's first nervous father, lifted the tiny babe close to his face in concern. He pressed his cheek to the babe's tiny chest, he turned over his son and with a quick thump of his fist, struck the boy's back.
Then there was a cough and soft gobs of phlegm, then there was squalling. The second son of the world was born. Michael, invisible to the new parents, approached. He knelt down, his wings now quivering with his unfounded joy. This child was born from love and it was beautiful and innocent. The babe, a young male, had his mother's large brown eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, that would just brush his cheeks as he blinked. He had soft hair that covered his skin, little blonde hairs. Michael wanted to brush his fingers along the child's skin. This new life, what did he feel like?
Michael was smiling widely, his heart at new heights as the father wept with joy and pride. He carried the babe to his mother and let her hold the tiny creature in her arms. She smoothed downy curls, touched her fingers gently to her son's temple. His crocodile tears burbled to a soft coos, little tiny hiccups and then finally those too quieted. Large brown eyes gazed up at much older ones.
"Hello little one," Eve had whispered, her soft breath ruffling her child's hair and making him blink quickly.
"Welcome to the world," Adam said as he cradled both his wife and child.
It was in that moment that Michael truly knew that he would forever love the children of God.
