"Alrighty then." The Morningstar pat his little companions belly as he addressed his brothers around them, "I think we're going to turn in for the night." They nodded in understanding and bid them a good night, waving to the little fledgling as she waved at them from over his shoulder as she was carried out. The Choir Master hummed under his breath as he walked them through the hall towards their room, "I think we should wash up tonight, what say you?" His cargo leaned back on his arm to meet his eyes and nodded, it had been a fun day for her, and she had gotten into all sorts of things in the garden "Good, because I wasn't going to let you in my bed otherwise."
She giggled at him, "You woulda!"
"I woulda, I'll admit, but you would have slept on your little lonesome on the edge of the bed. I for one already washed up, and do not intend on needed to do so again, you wouldn't have been able to use me as your personal pillow."
The fledgling pouted at him and he chuckled as he reached into his wardrobe for a spare tunic, the little thing had her own, but only fell asleep in one of his. She claimed it was because it was comfier, Raphael disagreed, and instead explained that it smelled like him and therefore made her feel safe as she slept in a vulnerable state.
He didn't care other way, honestly, if she liked to sleep in his shirts he wouldn't deny it to her.
Tunic hung over his free arm, he walked them back out of the door and further down the hall, the wash room was at the end and was built into the rocky mountain side their Villa was built against in this vast personal garden.
It was a beautiful place, they had built it together, the one masterpiece that had each of their touches placed in the exact right way. The Healer had made the garden; the trees and flowers and colorful fauna in mirror image of The Garden he had given to Joshua's care when the war had broken out and his duty as Healer was more pertinent then as Gardener. The Prince had created little breaks in the thick trees, the clearings, and the lake just beyond the way. He liked to sit in the warmth of a sun spot or read on the shore of their lake, sometimes he enjoyed just simply sitting there and watching the rippling water sparkle against the sun above, it was peaceful and calming, and after everything, he enjoyed it more humbly now. Her Choir Master had brought the breeze, that blew through the trees and over the grasses, singing its own song as it did, the music of the garden was hypnotizing, and he had brought the birds that chirped and sang their bird song for them alone to hear. He liked to simply sit by his windows, or in some secluded spot in their garden, and listen to the sound of nature. Everything had a song, if you listened close enough, and he liked to tune into this one as much as he could. Last, but certainly not least, the Messenger had pulled the ground upwards, creating the mountain that their Villas was built against, he created the ledge up above them, that hung over a sea of clouds, and he often perched up their just to watch them roll into their various shapes. He liked being up high, Zaves joked that it was because he was so much shorter then the other Archangels, and just watching as everything passed underneath him.
The wash room was pretty too, her eyes always automatically drawn to the bioluminescent crystals that hung above (courtesy of her Choir Master too), the stone was cut smoothly, always warm to the touch (from the heat of the Prince) and she wiggled her toes against it as she was set down. There was another sparkling lake, it shimmered under the crystals, constantly turning with the water that glided down the smooth stone across the other end. It got as deep as the oldest brothers shoulders and as shallow as she could stand on the edge and the water lapped at her ankles.
"Arms up."
The fledgling was sleepy, too much to do anything but obey the soft request, and she lifted her arms to allow him to pull her robe up over her head.
Lucifer knelt before her, stroking her cheek softly with the backs of his fingers, "Do you think you can do it on your own?" she nodded softly and he handed her a bar of lavender scented soap, watching her wade out to sit in the shallows, the water coming up to curl around her chest, before turning to rearrange a few pieces that his younger brother had left sitting about, setting the tunic over a vent in the stone to warm it. He watched her from over his shoulder just to be safe, she was tired from her exciting day, and he prepared himself to step in if he was needed to.
But he wasn't and she was soon curling up in a soft towel, reaching for the warmth of his arms again, and he was happy to oblige her request. He soon had her in his tunic, her wild curls tamed for the moment from the water, and she tucked her head in close on his shoulder.
"Are you ready for bed, my little fledgling?"
The Morningstar rubbed small circled against her back as he walked them from the washroom, back down the hall, towards their room. She nodded, her damp curls brushing over his chin, and he smiled as he laid them both down on his bed.
"Then let's go to bed."