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"Wake up little dove, I've been waiting to see your amber gaze."
The angel opens his eyes, the sunset color contrasting the light sunny touch of the celestial star this morning. His sights are filled with hope and love, embraced to the brim with its dreams of a new day.
The angel surely doesn't know this place.
The wretched earth that inhabits evils comparable to hell.
(Isn’t hell made from man itself?)
He sits up, his wings unfurling and ruffling as he opens its wingspan, revealing its grandeur.
Geto can’t help but admire its ethereal raw dignity as he is shunned away by its pure virginity.
Yuuji smiles as brightly as the star itself, and he grins little fanged teeth at the mirrors in his room. The Shadow, The Devil is here. But that's more of a formal title it said, so Yuuji calls him Geto. His voice is smooth and cold like a pond frozen over winter, yet he tries to recreate the feeling of summer with his tone.
Geto doesn’t want Yuuji to know why he is so barren and cold.
Yuuji can't know. He has found himself comforted by his sweet promises, the promises he will help save Gojo.
He seems to be attached.
But he found it difficult to believe such words, especially since they were given to him only two nights ago. But he can't help but mull over the way the Angel surrounded himself in mirrors, the way he cleaned them and wiped off their dust.
‘So you won’t be lonely!’
He feels human. He feels loved.
(But he isn’t even close to one)
But, there's something wrong, something very, very wrong with the way Yuuji sleeps.
It's like he's imitating people. The way his breath falls at irregular paces, his skin too cold for how warm it is usually. The way his mouth tries to recreate the wails and snores that humans actually make. But Geto can't help but be entranced by the Dove's desperate attempts to seem human.
So he watches.
Yuuji doesn't know though.
Yuuji personally loves sleeping, he forgets. Forgets what? He doesn't know. He does always remember a sweet melody being hummed in his ears. 'JJ', Yuuji would sometimes think. Even though he doesn't need to sleep, he finds comfort and solace in its silence. For those few hours of slowing down his breath and trying to recreate what humans need to survive, he has found himself fond of pretending. He enjoys pretending to be one of them.
He enjoys being their consort and idea of peak human innocence and to some extent the pinnacle of pleasure. He enjoys being useful.
But Yuuji doesn't know that, and doesn't know the way humans perceive him as the God he serves himself. Doesn't notice the way their reddened cheeks and its rouge color reach the tips of the ears. Doesn't know of the way his lilt and sometimes sly voice sends pulses of heat to their groins.
He doesn't need to know of the disgusting, awful trail of human concepts and ideas.
He's just a happy, high ranking angel whose smiles sometimes grow a little too wide and his eyes a little too bright. Yuuji doesn't lie, he can't even perceive the thought.
He's clueless, and Geto knows that.
But Geto can't stop this feeling of unease clawing at him from below his feet. It tears him down and he tries to resist the urge to kneel. His hands can't help but pry into a clasp fist, forming a hand in prayer.
Geto can't place it but he feels so utterly wrong.
But surely it can't be Yuuji?
"Good morning Geto!"
Yes, it surely cannot.
"Good morning again, little Angel."
He is far too sweet for that.
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"Mimi, have you met him yet?"
Megumi stops his current task and looks behind him, he can hear the Angels voice. It's pitch and vibration are so different you can't mistake it. His voice calls from behind yet he isn't there when he turns his head around and he thinks he's going insane in this place.
Yet when he turns back around he finds the Angel right in front of him.
‘Thats weird.’
“No I haven’t yet, Angel. Who are you referring to?”
“Hm, never mind!”
So quick to dismiss and so easy to distract. Megumi is starting to rethink his decision to make this Angel his savior.
“Hey Mimi, look!”
The Angel grabs his hand, its warmth ever so present. He can feel the slight callous and the ridges in his palms and fingertips. It’s been so long since Megumi has felt the touch of another, so warm and welcoming, so loving.
It is far too generous for its own good. But Megumi lets himself be selfish in these little cherished moments as the Angel drags him along the halls of a garden pointing at a funny shaped cloud.
The Angels lips curve into a smile, and Megumi does too.
(What goes unsaid is that Megumi feels something blossoming in him, a blooming sensation as he looks at the Angel with love. But, Megumi isn’t allowed such feelings is he?)
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“Mimi you should definitely try this!”
The Angel said, his mouth full of macarons and his words barely comprehensible. His eyes are beaming with sparkles in them, Megumi doesn’t even think that's physically possible.
“I’m not allowed sweets, Angel.”
“Why do you call me Angel? It’s weird. Everyone else calls me Yuuji.”
‘Cause they don’t give you the respect you deserve’
“Because that is what you are to me, an Angel.”
Simple and concise.
“But what if I want to be more to you?”
The question caught megumi off guard. He looks to the Angel and the macaroons in his mouth are finished with crumbs only left. There’s a dollop of cream in the bottom left of his mouth. It’’s imperfect, unbefitting and not something so sacred and holy. The Angel shouldn’t be looking like a debauched street whore.
But the innocence stays, and it feels right for this being before him to be so imperfect and pure.
Everytime Megumi looks at the Angel, he seems to feel more human.
(Megumi doesn’t think nor even say that he is afraid that the Angel could be human, someone who could bleed and make him feel. But if the Angel were truly human, would he be allowed to love him so?)
Megumi reaches over on instinct to wipe the cream away. The Angel giggles while leaning into the palm of his hands. His skin is so smooth and so warm.
His thumb grazes his lips, the tips of his finger feeling the softness of the skin.
“Then be more to me.”
For some reason, the Angel, no, Yuuji's smile falters a little. For a second Megumi worries he had done something wrong. Yet it comes back like the rushing tide, drowning him in its glory.
“I’ll do my best!”
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“Ange-”
Yuuji gives him a stern look, his eyes slanting at the end of the corners to give this sort of ‘disappointed mother’ look.
“Yuuji.”
He sounds it out, his name rolls off of Megumi’s tongue smoothly like an ice cube, yet he feels delightfully more warm on the inside. He likes the way his name is easy to pronounce, so simple.
But he isn’t used to how the Angels name sounds. The ‘Y’ in his name followed by the vowels makes it feel like you’re saying the word ‘You’. And the ‘J’ with the ‘I’ makes it sound like a ‘Me’.
LIke his name is saying, ‘You and me’.
(Deep down Megumi thinks that Yuuji’s name is referring to him and Megumi)
“Yuuji, would you like to take a walk with me?”
The Angel nods. Megumi can’t help but notice the way that his lips curve into a smile, something he often sees on him yet this one feels more intimate and personal. Like he is only smiling like that for him.
“Can we go to the hill? I miss the flowers by the river.”
Ah right, the ones that the Angel took from the riverbed.
He remembers how wet he came back, soaked and drenched yet so childishly happy when he showed it off proudly.
“Of course Yuuji, anything for you.”
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“Oh Gojo~”
Gojo swears he’s not going insane, he can hear its voice. He can hear his voice.
“A little birdy told me that you haven’t been feeling well, should I comfort you?”
“Shut, you Devil.”
“As if you’re any better.”
“Don’t-”
Gojo’s voice quivers as he can feel the ache emerging and the blossoming sweet pain in his back.
“Don’t hurt the Angel.”
“Hmm? And why?”
Gojo is going to ban mirrors all over his commune.
“I can feel it rattle in my bones, I can feel fear.”
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Maki loves her job.
She's lying to herself though.
But when some obnoxious, incel sounding, lonely introverted looking average valorant player calls her, she takes the phone.
Its that famous author, the one that's wrong in the head.
And his offer is one she can’t refuse.
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