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[ cxffeexngel ] modern AU!! || because this has been in my mind for days sFĆKDSFDf have soft time!
Unlike the pouring rains of an announced storm and a message sent in a whim. Sandalphonās invitation fell on a calm day, with pillowy clouds dusting the canvas of the stretching blue skies on a quiet afterwork hours of sundown. A confession made in days passed and an evergrowing bond with stolen gazes and lips touching whenever extra eyes did not pry over them. Sandalphon adored kissing lucifer, adored those warm welcomes whenever Lucifer was the one already first thing in the morning for their shared shifts, or taking that mantle himself and welcome the taller with cups ready in their favorite spot under the gaze of the sun filtered through the windows adorned in flowers that never had ceased coming as offerings and all the more secret words his voice couldnāt hope to whisper to the other. The you g man resided now during one of those free days closing the flowershop, dusting off tables and leaves, changing pots and moving those that needed extra hours of sun before the evening would claim the rest of the day thorough. The slightest tinge of anxiety clinging behind his mind, after mulling for hours to pour just exactly which words to type over the phone and let Lucifer know he could come over if he wanted to, having deleted the message over and over until settling with the simplest ā I have nothing to do, feel free to come over if you want ā only to be replied within seconds with the most adorable message, if not perhaps a bit formal considering Luciferās tendencies if not to how he adorned his texts with cutesy stickers the young man failed to not blush for or ever not find them less than endearing when they were between sheep, drawn cats happy with sparkles and very colorful animated ones. Ah, he really finds ways to fall in love with this man everyday, isnāt he? With the flowershop properly locked, and turning over the ā Openā sign to seal it for the day, the young barista and shoopkeeper is done for the day, the welcoming aroma of freshly brewed coffee permeating every inch of his home as it rests in idle silence, if not by the gentle song of water heating over the stove not too far from the main room - and the open bags of beans and cups ready to be filled. For now, Sandalphon only attempts drowning every voice about how anything could go wrong, his coffee going acid, the temperature not being right - thinking too much like Gran often liked to poke fun at the cranky barista those days the young man inadvertently broke into his house somehow despise having checked each of his locks twice or even trice just to ensure that the pest the other adored to make himself out to be couldnāt get in. Always futile because it seemed like no lock was match against Granās lockpicking and his indestructible will to simply invite himself into Sandalphonās home. Sometimes even with the girl in blue who made it even easier for the barista to simply cave in and let them stay and steal his food. - those memories are enough to ignore the impending doom that could brew should he mull over the little details about this and that. A soundless sigh slips past somewhat dry lips, tired eyes blinking calmly when attention flicks towards one of the windows as gentle breeze blows curtains into a serene dance matching leaves of branches and leaves outside, palm over his cheek scratching aimlessly any tension left that arises as spontaneously as it leaves. Only finding light within the autumn scarlet within his eyes when spotting the familiar shine of opal locks shimmering behind the blurriness barely transparent curtains of white could offer casting a shadow over that form that Sandalphon could arguably recognize even amidst a crowed street. His body moving before he could think towards the main door, and fingers curling tightly over the handle to twist it and push the frame open for the other, a sheepish smile drawn all over dusted rose pale features, sporting Luciferās borrowed hood and black legging the young man often wore whenever there was no work to be done, and the always needed pair of heeled boots rarely Sandalphon took off. āA-Ah! Welcome, Lucifer! ā Sandalphon almost wanted to visibly wince at how drearily hoarse his voice comes despise his initial joy - but he doesnāt, instead clearing his throat with a small cough over his palm. ā Please come on! Iām readying our cups, feel free to choose any seat if youāre tired. ā Continues, while stepping to the side giving the taller enough space so he could finally step in, and their time together start and go along however it takes - ah, how feeble his heart is that the thought alone of Lucifer in his home makes it leap into his throat, and rob any coherent thought or even the plans he mulled over the whole morning about everything.
Ā Ā Sandalphonās text had kick started his heart after he had returned to his apartment to try out a handful of new coffee recipes he had written down in his journal when he hadnāt been attending to customers this afternoon - something that had become a less frequent habit of his following his confession as the slow hours were typically spent with his attention fixed on the barista instead of a notebook these days. Heād texted the other back before thinking much about his response - he could never deny Sandalphonās company, and he had tossed off his work clothes to change into something a tad bit more casual in a matter of minutes as wellā¦only to pause as he was slipping out of the door with a mildly displeased Ellie seated comfortably, he thinks, on the plush cushion nestled inside of the feline backpack strapped safely around his shoulders. After all, he couldnāt leave her alone for the night - that would be downright criminal when sheās spent a night on her since he had rescued her. His unwilling companion (who would have been perfectly content to romp around the apartment unattended) aside, he had realized that he hadnāt prepared anything to give to the other. Perhaps it was a somewhat trivial notion, but despite all of the flowers and beautiful poems Sandalphon had gifted him with, he hadnāt done much in return for the other. His own knowledge of flowers had come from the barista himself, and he had little talent when it came to writing out meaningful poems. Even Michael, who had known him nearly his entire life, struggled to follow his notes. Neat as his handwriting naturally was, he had a terrible habit of jotting down notes in a manner only he could truly understand. Ah, and bringing flowers to a flowers hop didnāt seem like a suitable gift either. Sweets wouldnāt do wither, Sandalphon favored bitter and savory foods, much like how he preferred his coffee. So, quickly, the smile upon his features had faded as he lingered in the doorway of his apartment, smiling softly at the various neighbors that walked past him. A low hum rumbles in throat for moment as he strokes his chin absentmindedly before turning tail back into the apartment, gingerly removing a handful of things from the cluttered bookshelf and carefully tucking them away behind Ellie so they werenāt terribly apparent before he slipped outside to a day distinctly unlike the one he had mindlessly invited Sandalphon over on when it had been storming dreadfully.
Ā Ā The walk to the flower shop is a short one, yet, despite that, he checks his phone constantly on the way. He had memorized the address when the other had sent it to him, but the rush of joy that had held his heart tightly enough that it made his chest throb was enough to make that information leap to the very back of his mind. He had never been to the baristaās home before, and he hadnāt been aware of the fact that he owned a flower shop until very recently - to say he was delighted would be an understatement when he feels something akin to excitement for the first time in years; perhaps for the first time since he had dabbled in coffee that fateful say more than a decade ago. And his hand comes up to press firmly against the center of his chest as if doing so would somehow quell the swan song of his heart as every step brought him closer to the one he loves most. For so long, truthfully, he had felt numb - the emotions he harbored had been tucked deep within him, unable to break free from the constant guilt and sense of melancholy that hung over him. He had forgotten what feeling excited was like - what looking forward to something could be like, and he had thought, for quite some time now, that he was incapable of feeling something so unbridled. But Sandalphon brings him more joy than he could have ever dreamed of experiencing, despite the pain that comes alongside it, so he can only tighten his hold around the fabric clumped between his fingers as he exhales in the humid air, and allows his gaze to wander upwards towards the clear sky. Its color paling now that the better part of the day had come and gone, but it still casts a gentle, blue shadow onto his pale features as he stops in front of the flower ship, and Sandalphonās home. Pearly strands of hair absorb the colors cast upon them, and reflect them back with a gentle shimmer that almost makes it appear as if wayward strands of his hair are glowing in an array of dazzling colors. Sometimes, heās reminded, the world can be a beautiful place. But, truly, heās always found the sky to be something remarkable - something free; something wondrous, and grand. As a child, he used to dream of reaching his hand up high enough to touch the clouds despite knowing all he would come away with were damp fingers. Even now, a small part of him is still drown to the vast blue, and the gentle, creamy clouds that float through it without a care.
Ā Ā The click of the door draws him away from his thoughts, and he quickly loosens his hold on the white shirt heās wearing before trying, and failing, to smooth out the wrinkles heās formed in the fabric before trying, and failing once more, to cover them with the light blue sleeve of his hoodie as an impossibly warm smile spills onto his rosy lips. Their hue nearly the same shade as the color that dusts over Sandalphonās features, though the utterly fond look stretched across Luciferās visage doesnāt quite match the otherās sheepish one. And it brightens all the more once he realizes the barista is wearing the hoodie he had borrowed from him. And that, too, makes his chest ache, but in a different way than the anticipation that had crept through his bloodstream a moment ago. Love is a strange thing, he thinks, itās not a singular emotion but rather a collection of so many complex feelings he canāt place individual names to that he hardly knows what heās supposed to feel at any given point in time. āGood evening, Sandalphon,ā he offers, his voice gentle and soft and full of affection. And the sound of the otherās name appears to be all it takes for Ellie to meow loudly from her bubbly, lavender prison upon Luciferās back as she tries to crane her neck around to curiously peek beyond her ownerās shoulder at the younger man - her keen eyes narrowing into a glare once she spots that familiar nest of auburn hair. Lucifer, for his part, seems entirely unaware of Ellieās struggles when heās utterly captivated by the sight of Sandalphon dressed in his hoodie alongside his typical leggings and heels. āThank you, and thank you for allowing me to visit you. Iām looking forward to tasting the coffee youāve made, and ā ah, I have something for you, as well, when we have a moment.ā Itās hard for him to focus when heās still awestruck by the sight of the homely flower shop that doubles as the baristaās residence. Something about it seems magical to him, perhaps if only because itās where Sandalphon lives. And he canāt imagine a place he would rather be than beside the other, yet, even so, stepping into the smallerās home is a strange mixture of comfortable and wonderful. His eyes wander everything and anything for a moment before he shakes his head gently to snap his attention back to Sandalphon. āIām grateful you invited me over, and Iām so very happy to see you, Sandalphon.ā Slowly, he reaches out his hand to push a few strands of auburn hair behind the otherās ear - his fingers gently gliding over the otherās skin as he leans forward to place a kiss in greeting upon the top of the smallerās head before withdrawing again at the sound of another meow echoing against the rounded window of the backpack Ellie is still seated in, and he canāt stop the hoarse chuckle that falls from his lips. āForgive me, I may have brought an uninvited guest along. She has never been left alone, so Iām afraid I didnāt have the heart to leave her behind today. Iām certain; however, that sheāll be on her best behavior. Sheās rather fond of you after all.ā Fond is not the word most people would use to describe Ellieās feelings towards rival, and it most certainly wasnāt how the feline felt to the man she had dubbed an intruder in her quiet, and peaceful life, but, well, Lucifer, for whatever reason, was convinced they got along wonderfully.
#cxffexngel#| ā© i would bend the skies; realign all the stars in space; just to be with you ā© (cxffexngel: sandalphon) |#| ā© to meet with you again ā© (verse: au - modern) |#| ā© thread 100: sandalphon: cxffexngel ā© |#{ Thank you for sending this! }#{ Okay so I got hit with the new post editor finally and I am attempting to use my old man brain to figure out#how to works and what the heck I am doing }#{ so if I post this and it looks like a hot mess I'm sorry GFDJKHJBFCGKHD }#{ I am not afraid to admit that I have not a single clue as to what I am doing but I am doing it anyway gfdfjghjdkhjsf }#{ Lucifer 100% has one of those cat window backpacks no I do not accept constructive criticism bvfghfdkgjfvd }#| ā© and once again the sky rises; sincere and melancholic Ā ā© (ic) |#{ Oops forgot that one fghdjgfjkd tungle ate all of my tags with the update ;u.u; fdjghjdhsj }
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