Forget For the Moment
By Seraphim.Poison
Dark x Krad
Chapter Four: Lovability
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My love is like first steps in this snow, baby,
I follow you everywhere you go, baby.
The pain as light has come to wake you
But you will never realize
That I inspire the dreams that guide you baby.
I follow the winds that bring the cold, baby,
I light a fire in your soul, baby.
The lightest touch of feathers falling
My love might be invisible
But I inspire the dreams that guide you, baby
You're a half a world away
But in my mind I whisper every single word you say.
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite.
Satellite (Oceanlab)
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Contemplative and unfathomably complex golden eyes watched the moon light change on the walls as dark night clouds slowly rolled across the sky and over the pale, round celestial face. The bed was a little dusty, and the room's enormous size made even the icy demon feel like a grain of sand on a beach, but, still, the quiet provided a thought-friendly environment. And a bit of quiet time was the perfect remedy for Krad's weariness. It had been a long day – even if he was dead. In fact, being dead brought on this whole problematic situation. What ever happened to the old cycle? For centuries, following blood lines as old as the ancient nations, it had been the hunter and the thief.
Now it was just Dark and Krad. Alone in their own little worlds… But, hadn't that kaitou been out to change all that? Well, maybe he had been, but, it was quite impossible for them, after lifetimes of feuding, to be in the same room without going for each other's throats. Being, like many, a creature of habit, Krad had never even thought to stray from the path of hunter and thief… Well, almost never. Considering their past history, sometimes it was more than easy to let the imagination wander a bit. After all, at times like this, who was going to be peering into his brain anyways?
A frown tainted flawless features. Either way, if there was ever a time to come to terms with his past, it was now. Why? Well, for one, it was easier to deal with life when no longer in life, he reasoned, sitting down on the bed and not noticing that his ghostly form didn't even disturb the sleeping dust. Resisting the cliché urge to sigh, Krad fell onto his back, white wings spread out on the ancient squeaky mattress under him. Secondly, he continued mentally, he didn't plan on being condemned as a spirit on Earth in accordance to an old judgment. Very old.
Rolling onto his side, Krad traced patterns in the dust – or at least, attempted to, feeling vaguely disappointed that his specter's fingers, beautiful and slender as they were, were unable to even make the dust slightly stir into the circles and blobs that he wanted to draw there. He wondered absently where Dark was… Not bothering to chide himself for thinking of the dark-haired kaitou. It didn't really matter. Only he and God knew…
And after all, any spark of affection counted for points with Her.
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"I will not!" Snapped the furious angel, his amethyst eyes glowing with rage at this seeming injustice, standing defiantly in the presence of the Great Mother and gesturing with his hand at the blonde angel who remained kneeling, though his metal gold gaze had become distantly cold. "I love him! You know this!"
Beside him, Cassiel flinched. He wasn't sure why he was ashamed of it when Adnachiel spoke like that. Beautiful Adnachiel. But, so rebellious. The purple-haired angel of independence knew better than anyone save God herself that, when this so called 'love' began, it had sprung from a seed called lust.
In The Garden, when The Serpent had tricked Eve, who, Cassiel acknowledged with burning shame, had been his charge, into eating the Great Mother's Forbidden Fruit, the two angels had been up the things that really didn't involve lust. Sometimes, the blonde wondered if Adnachiel would have slept with someone else, if it had not been him there in Eden that night…
"You know I am just," El responded softly, his voice layered in compassion, though it was firm. "I cannot let you by with sin unless you dare face one of the Council, and, my dear and beautiful Adnachiel, you know you cannot do this."
As though to agree with the deity, the Council of Four turned all their eyes – fiery, calm, strong, and one blind – to stare down at the two angels, Cassiel, still humbly bowed and stiff with the shock of the harsh judgment, Adnachiel's boyish face still marred with anger.
"But, You also know that I will fight anyways," laughed a bitter sounding Adnachiel, who grew more irritated with dealing with an omniscient being. Why bother say anything at all…? In fact, why should anything happen at all if El already knew everything? What was the point? The eyes around him held no answers, though the violet-eyed rebel's gaze moved from one to another.
El said nothing, letting herself listen to the Council of Four's surprised whispering. A mere guardian angel had no chance against even the weakest among them; after all, they were God's highest angels for a reason. Still, Adnachiel seemed undaunted… And, as the Great Mother knew, unprepared. He was unprepared to fall down to Earth. Unprepared to face defeat and unprepared to be told he was wrong… Unprepared to realize that he wanted Cassiel more than he loved him. But, all that would change. All they needed was some time. On Earth.
"Is that a challenge, sinful angel?" Michael, the fiery of the four, snapped, his voice suggesting that he couldn't believe his ears, though the spiteful look he received from amethyst eyes were answer enough.
"If I win, the Great Mother will take back her judgment, and Cassiel and I will be free to express our love as we please," declared Adnachiel determinedly, ignoring the surprised little gasp that Gabriel, so shy and timid, gave as his blue eyes faltered in their gaze – no one had even asked to have a judgment taken back, let alone, demand it.
"Ha! I'll accept that challenge," Michael replied, eager to show the angel his place. No one should ever defy the all knowing God. If there was one thing Michael could not tolerate, it was sin. Lustful sin. "If you lose, you will be sentenced as El chose, and the I, Michael, will strip you of your wings. As for your partner in crime, the Council will condemn Cassiel in addition to God's chosen punishment to live out the rest of his life as a demon!"
A scowl tainted Adnachiel's boyish face; Cassiel's gaze only froze further, though he still remained silent, unsure whether to feel ashamed, or to be like his lover, brazen and angry. So the blonde angel did neither, the thought of becoming a demon – not just a fallen again – burned his mind like a brand. A brand that clearly read: sinner.
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Dark Mousey hardly noticed the sound of gentle footsteps, still lost in his dreams of the past and the irresistible urge to sleep away all his troubles. However, any hopes of falling into the land of dreams as an all too familiar, winter-touched voice inquired, "I hadn't thought of you as type to sleep out doors, thief."
"And I didn't think you were the type to care, Krad, " the phantom thief responded after a few moments, not bothering to turn from his position laying on his side to face the blonde hunter, continuing with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, "Get lonely down there by yourself?"
"Lonely, yes. For your company, no."
Dark just chuckled softly, not really sure if the ice demon was lying or not, sitting up leisurely and stretching sleepy limbs like a great purple cat, glancing at the blonde as he moved to sit beside Dark, looking just as tired as the kaitou himself felt, though it made Krad no less beautiful. This fact was noted by the phantom thief with a little snort-like sound, which caused metal gold eyes to turn on him with curiosity. Dark offered no explanation, turning his amethyst gaze to meet a golden one.
"Well… Maybe we can just sit here, anyways. I mean, not, together. But, like, as Dark. And Krad, " Dark muttered, feeling the strange calm again as he looked into the distance, wondering if their was anyone but Krad who still remembered his name.
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TBC
[.seraphim poison.] I can't express how much your reviews have inspired me these last few weeks. I hope this update has come in suitable time! My last ones were spaced months apart, and I sincerely apologize. I also wanted to it clear that my portrayal of Heaven and its occupants its not purely based on my beliefs, and I do not meant to insult anyone else's. Also, sorry for shortness; I wanted to get a chapter out by Sunday and the end of the school year is driving me nuts! [.end seraphim poison.]
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