What could have been || MICHAEL

[lucifer vangelis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 700 or so; ♙tags: holier than you prick of a brother Michael; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Agitation. It was visible in every line of the man’s body. Every movement he made, every expression that crossed his face, it was all laced with the undeniable taint. It wasn’t rare for the man to be agitated; it was only rare for him to show it. Whirling on his heels, Lucifer paced down the hallway again, a snarl twisting his expression. Outside, rain continued to tap the windows. A storm was raging outside, and when the thunder boomed and lightning flashed, it became clear just what the source of Lucifer’s agitation was. Flinching just a bit with the boom of thunder, the man’s crimson colored eyes flashed with the lightening, anger darkening their depths. For just a moment, Lucifer felt his hands clench into fists, felt his heart rate pick up just a little bit and heard his breathing become just a little bit harsher. Ignorant people would say that Lucifer was reacting out of fear of the storm. And if they had the nerve to tell him that, the raven haired man would personally take the time to laugh in their face before spitting on their idiotic theory. Granted, Lucifer was likely to spit on any theory about him, be it true or not. He was no textbook case. He couldn’t be defined by their simple laws and ideas, because he was above them. Every single human was below him; they should be groveling at his feet, begging for his favor. That would come later though. For the moment, Lucifer was a tad too distracted by the storm outside to truly plot how he would make the humans his servants; he needed someone to shine his shoes. Another boom of thunder and another flinch, the storm was only getting worse. All of the classes had been canceled for today because of it, and Lucifer was nearly bouncing off the walls with the pent up energy that was coursing through his body. Most of it was directed toward the storm in the form of absolute anger, but there was still enough to make the man circle and pace the small hallways. He’d been pacing for about an hour straight now, ignoring the odd looks he had received from whoever had passed. They would bow to him eventually. They could enjoy looking for now. The next thing they’d see would be his feet, after all, as they kissed them in an attempt to get on his good side. Before he could allow his mind to travel down that delicious train of thought though, yet another boom of thunder sounded. Whirling around, Lucifer glowered out the window, a low sort of growl escaping him. There was nowhere to go; nothing to do. Aside from go back to his dorm…and if he did that, he would have to deal with “Mr. Holier than you”. So, what was it going to be? Deal with the storm and absolute boredom, or deal with the prick he had the pleasure of not only calling “roomie” but “brother” as well? Oh, what wonderful options! What was the saying? Rainbows and puppy dogs? That was definitely what this was! Oh, joyful times, joyful times indeed! Rolling his eyes, the ex-archangel shook his head and threw open the door to his dorm. If he was going to be forced to sit in here with his “lovely brother” Lucifer was going to make a bang. Stalking over to his bed, the raven haired man threw himself down on it and crossed his arms, glaring at the wall. That’s right. Lucifer was pouting. “Don’t flatter yourself and think I’m here for your company,” Lucifer said with a lazy wave of his hand. “You’re only marginally less boring than pacing the hallways outside.” Dropping his hand back down on the bed, Lucifer continued to glare at the wall, his agitation still evident. “And don’t you dare give me any of that attitude of yours, otherwise I’m going to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine,” the sibling threatened, a low grumbling sort of noise escaping him. Ugh. Really now. It was bad enough he had to be stuck inside. But to be stuck inside and have to deal with Michael? That was absolute torture. “You got it, angel-boy?” [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: sknfleg it's like one so forgive any mistakes or odd sentences [/style]credit to gREY of OTE

[michael vangelis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] WORDS 514 TAGS loud brother Lucifer NOTES he really hasn't the faintest what attitude Lucifer could possibly be referring to xD because he's Michael. ❝ N ow and then, Michael's dissemblance of practicality and calmness became quite fragile. Anger, frustration, and fear toiled right underneath, closer to the surface than he would ever admit, choking him and leaving him breathless and wordless, in a state of panic. Certainly, this panic never reached his expression--he refused to allow that. But he didn't enjoy it, nor did he enjoy the fact that the dark emotions consumed him when they were so close to his consciousness, waiting in his throat, on his tongue, preparing for the time when they could leap out and make themselves known the moment he cracked. But those seemed to be the only emotions he ever felt anymore, so he couldn't say he hated feeling them. Usually, though, he much preferred feeling numb, even if only because it was more convenient. This drowning--because that's certainly what this asphyxiation by emotions was, drowning--took all of his concentration not to give into, so the storm certainly didn't help things. As it was, storms did things to him, things that he didn't appreciate. They brought on memories he wished he could just forget. Memories dripping with a despairing guilt that he couldn’t fight. A flash of hurt red eyes that weren't his own. An angry voice. Battlecries. A cry--or was it just a grunt?--of pain from his fellow red-eyed archangel--no. Fallen archangel. Who was he kidding, though? These weren't things he could ever forget. The guilt would never go away. He sure wished he couldn't feel a thing, though. Clenching his fists and closing his eyes, he tried to shut himself down, but he couldn't. His mind was too active, trying to stay above the flood of emotion that he simply couldn't adjust to, and replaying the horrible scenes in his head. He needed something to do, needed to busy his hands and take the focus off of these thoughts. He was just providing fodder for these terrifying emotions. He made his way to his cello case and jumped just as he began to open it up, not from the booming thunder that had sounded outside, but the slamming of the door hitting the wall as it was thrown open. Lucifer. He let out a soft grunt and resumed opening up the case, seeming as unfazed as possible. He could barely hear his brother's words over the roaring in his ears from the torrential emotions he fought. "You say this as if I often offer attitude in response to your presence," he responded, voice as calm as ever. He settled in his desk chair and started tuning the instrument, plucking at each string, running his bow over it, testing the notes. He might have made a wry comment--Lucifer was the only one who could really illicit those--but he hadn't the mood or the space in his head for errant thoughts. "I haven't the faintest idea what I'm being warned about doing, brother. I'm simply going to tune my cello. I can't imagine the hallways would be pleasant though. Too many loud people passing through." ❞

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[lucifer vangelis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 600 or so; ♙tags: micheal; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Brother. That word was like nails on a chalkboard to the crimson eyed man. Before he had heard that word, Lucifer had been more than willing to ignore everything the other had been saying. It was something that he did on an almost daily basis—more than half of whatever came out of Michael’s mouth was absolute rubbish anyway. Lucifer would rather watch paint dry, watch or grass grow if that was an option, rather than try and uphold a conversation with the other. Normally he would have ignored that single offensive word, but as the storm continued to beat the outside, the raven haired man found that he just couldn’t ignore that word. Not tonight. Slowly, Lucifer sat up and pushed his hood off of his head, turning his attention toward Michael. His eyes were nearly unreadable—all that could be seen in their dark depths was anger, betrayal, and an almost overwhelming bitterness. Gone was the lighthearted playful attitude he presented to the world. Another annoying trait of Michael’s was the fact he agitated Lucifer like nobody else. He had the ability to get under the raven’s skin, and he had the ability to make him feel things he had tried to smother long ago. Taking a deep breath, Lucifer slowly shook his head, though his attention never left Michael’s. When he spoke, his words were very clear, very precise. There was no doubt in his voice, no uncertainty in his eyes. He meant every word he said. “You are not my brother.” It was harsh, but as he glared at Michael, Lucifer found that he really didn’t care. Michael needed a slap in the face, both physically and verbally. He was always so smug, just looking at him only further agitated Lucifer, sending his temper shooting up. “You lost that title a long time ago, and the fact you dare try and act as if nothing has changed between us…it sickens me. The mere idea of us being related sickens me.” He didn’t yell. He didn’t scream, and he didn’t raise his voice. If anything, it just got lower. Disappointment was in Lucifer’s tone as he spoke, something that was raw and true. He wasn’t making a game out of this; it wasn’t “see how much I can make Michael cringe” hour. “You were there on the frontlines. I remember everything that happened. So don’t you dare sit there and act like nothing has changed.” A low growl had entered the raven’s voice as he fought back an onslaught of memories. They were things he didn’t want to see; things he didn’t want to remember. If he had had his way, he would forget all of the memories. Wipe them clean and start anew. There was nothing worth remembering in his past anyway. Outside, another boom of thunder could be heard, and for once, Lucifer flinched. It was a small motion, something that would only be noticeable to a quick eye, but it was still there. The tightness in his body remained, as did the bitter look in his eyes. Venom was nearly dripping from his tone when he spoke now though, a sudden change from the previous calm. “So do not mock me with such fallacious terms. I don’t want your term of endearment. To me, Michael, you are nothing more than an enemy. A bump in the path I am supposed to walk.” For a long moment, Lucifer stared at the man who had offended him, before slowly laying back down and facing the wall once again. How he hated storms. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: don't you dare associate yourself with me. [/style]credit to gREY of OTE

[michael vangelis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] WORDS 520 TAGS luci love NOTES GUYS JUST GET ALONG FOR ONCE ;n; ❝ M ichael's gaze remained focused on what was before him, not exploring beyond, not acknowledging Lucifer's physical presence by taking him in. He continued to tighten and loosen the strings, almost as if they never were quite perfect and never would be. No matter how tuned it might sound to the untrained ear, it just wasn't quite right. No earthly instrument would be quite perfect to an angel, though. Perhaps that was the appeal, though. It was different from the instruments of heaven, not necessarily in a bad way. It gave him something to fuss over so he could remain distracted. His expression remained more or less the same when Lucifer spoke. He had not realized he'd overstepped a boundary, but he supposed it made sense that he would have. It was difficult not to react. His only response to Lucifer's denial of them being brothers, though, was a halting in his plucking at the strings of his cello. He felt the dark feelings bubbling underneath become stronger, boiling just beneath the surface, filling his senses and choking him. His expression had yet to betray this, however. 'You were there on the frontlines. I remember everything that happened. So don’t you dare sit there and act like nothing has changed.' Closing his eyes, Michael let out a low sigh, but still didn’t respond. He wanted to speak. He wanted to scream. He wanted to give Lucifer an accusing look and shout at the top of his lungs, 'You don't know what happened! You don't know the whole story!' but he refused to lose his grip, refused to play the blame game with him. Lucifer could believe what he wanted because really, even if he did know the full story, this would still all be his own fault and nothing would be any better. However, he did direct more of his attention at Lucifer, even going so far as to let the cello rest back against him, no longer trying to tune it to absolute perfection. Red eyes looked up through white lashes, observing his twin (though, technically, the other was his elder). His only acknowledgment that his brother's words stung were a quick swallowing, causing the albino's Adam's apple to bob for a moment. Briefly, that wall came down, Lucifer's words bringing out a raw vulnerability. As quickly as that wall went down, though, it was back up. "I am well aware of the changes," he stated simply. There was a certain edge to his tone that let the emotional instability leak through just a bit. "I am aware of everything. I am a lot of things, Lucifer, but do not take me for a fool." He shook his head and looked at the ceiling. There was little he could say, but his mind was loud. Louder than the all-encompassing silence in the room that was only broken occasionally by a flinch-inducing explosion of thunder. His thoughts were even louder than the emotions that had such a violent chokehold on him. All of these were things he wanted free of, and he could escape absolutely none of them. He was trapped. ❞

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