*is dead*

Time runs slow and villainny and I are bored.

So what do we do?

We make our own fun, of course.

Ta to schiarire for doing the photo manipulation.

Also: the best community ever. And Joss Whedon writes Xmen comics. I am sold.

ETA: Second chapter of Goddesses up at mercurial_wit! *is productive like whoa*

you're only the best I ever had

Here, not there. Because-because. Something from the bottom of my Pandora's Box, a little bit of hope for those writing the darkness.

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The first edges of light began to leak into the skies of Heaven. Lucifer was awake as the horizon began to lighten – he hadn’t slept. Rested, yes, lain quietly and ran his hand through Moriel’s hair and down the curve of his arm and across the wings that were now stained the same sooty black as his hair – oh, a thousand times yes.

The black wings of treachery and shame and that twisted form of honour that they had become suited no one like they suited the dark and tragic Moriel. Lucifer closed his eyes and tried to remember his own wings as the blinding white that they once had been. Black didn’t suit him. Black was the negation of everything that he stood for, ignoble shadow cast over the angel of light and his golden smile and golden skin and hair.

Ah, Yahweh had known what he was doing when he had chosen to darken the wings of his once best friend. He knew how much it would hurt.

Lucifer looked down to where he held Moriel’s hand in his own, palms and white lines of loyalty pressed together. He sighed without sound and leaned down, kissed the sleeping angel softly and played with the idea of leaving before he woke up, because he quite liked the idea of taking this image of Mori into the battle with him.

The first gentle attempt at pulling his hand from Moriel’s, however, was stopped by firm pressure and a slight curve of lips.

“You’re not leaving, Morningstar,” Moriel said, morning-quiet and amused and with eyes lazily closed against light and reality. Heat shot between their closed hands as the pentagram on Moriel’s palm glowed, faint cracks of pale aura showing where their fingers joined.

“No,” Lucifer said quietly. “I guess not.”