Nnt rewrite Thursday: the celestials might be descendants of the goddess clan, but they use the power of the moon to heal rather than holy/light magic. It takes less of a toll on their bodies but they can only heal when the moon is up or else it wouldnโt be a complete healing and their mana would completely deplete. They can store up mana overnight but have to use it in little amounts. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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summary ; at the height of the holy war, the goddess clan suffers a great loss, but ludocielโs loss is greater.
pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader
wc ; 2.0k
tags ; set during the first holy war, angst, death, themes of war, descriptions of dead body, slight body worship, hurt/no comfort, ludociel actually showing emotion.
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something bad is โbout to happen to me.
ludociel stares at the scene laid out in front of him, his eyes actually open for a change, but within their pearly pools is something unreadable, something dark and grief filled. and heโs spiralling, terribly so, as beads of sweat drip down his forehead; his breathing out of its normal pace.
he watches on in silence as one of the medics remorsefully drapes a white cloth over the dead body of his younger brother, a stone cold expression on his face. his blood that was once boiling over had now run cold at the realization that heโs lost mael, his baby brother. heโs lost his pride and joy.
the medic looks up at him, then averts her gaze back to the fallen goddess. a strong man was he, tisโ a shame that his soul has departed. as tradition, she mutters a small prayer before standing up straight and clearing her throat.ย
โiโm very sorry for your loss, sir ludociel,โ she offers a sympathetic look, but he doesnโt respond to her. itโs obvious that heโs dissociating, memories flashing through his head, all going far too quickly for his liking. the world begins to fade out the longer he stares at the corpse. he feels sick.
i donโt know it, but i feel it coming.
the medic steps out to give him some privacy and goes off to tend to more injured soldiers, seeing as healers in this war are short on hands. people are always flocking to be a part of the war and die in glory but nobody ever wants to help keep the injured alive, thatโs why soldiers in the goddess clan never last long. them and their damn pride.
as she walks, the distinct sounds of wails and yells for a medic could be heard. she speeds up her pace. โwhat ever is the matter? what isโโย
โno, this has to be a joke! wake up, your highness, please! you have to wake up!โ
the medic pauses as she watches the scene in front of her unfold. the loud sobs of lilian, who she recognizes as the second daughter of the earl of the azure region, and the lady-in-waiting of the realmโs first princess. to have her sobbing like this could only meanโฆ
โout of the way! coming through!โ she pushes past the less experienced healers to assess the situation and the sight that greets her, makes her spine shiver. โo-ohโฆ oh, starsโฆ this is...โ
meanwhile, ludociel is still standing over his brotherโs corpse, his mind muddled with thoughts of how heโd failed as an older brother. but, the increasingly loud wails of your lady-in-waiting, jolts the archangel back to reality. her heart wrenching wails and desperate pleas for you to open your eyes makes his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. an uneasy feeling immediately settles over him.
outside the room, chaos had erupted. the medic that had been tending to his brotherโs body was desperately trying to heal you, to no avail.ย ย
the archangel hadnโt the slightest clue as to what was happening, but with the way that lilian was sobbing, he neednโt a soothsayer to tell him that something had just happened. With brisk steps, ludociel exits the room to see what the commotion was all about, muttering a small prayer in the hopes that the worst hadnโt happened. not to you, he couldnโt bear that. not now, not in this moment. not ever.
however, it seems that the creator had surely ignored his prayer, or rather, he might have offered that prayer far too late. the first thing ludociel sees when he steps out is lilian sobbing on the floor in front of tarmiel who was trying to hold her back and coax her into a more calm state while the medical staff taht were present all gathered around something, or someone. everyone seemed to be in disarray.ย
might be so sad, might leave my nose running.
โyour highness, pleaseโฆโ
โin the name of the stars, what is happening over here? tarmiel, escort lady lilian to someplace more quiet,โ ludociel speaks, stepping closer. he peers down at the medical staff who are all huddled together on the floor.ย
โmove.โ
thereโs an awkward silence; heโs ticked off and his patience is stretched thin. โi said, move. i wonโt repeat myself a third time.โ
begrudgingly, the staff move away from whatever it is that they're hiding from his sight, and ludociel actually regrets ordering them to do so. if his world hadnโt already crashed when heโd seen maelโs corpse, it definitely did now.ย
thereโs a long pause as he stares down at the ground, his forehead creased as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. his gaze shifts over to sariel who had been quietly observing the scene, however the latter couldnโt bring himself to look his comrade in the eye.ย
ludociel feels his mouth run dry, and his throat is closing up. his ashen eyes flit down to the mangled corpse on the floor, he feels his heart drop down to his feet; the gruesome sight of the woman heโs dedicated himself to serving โ loving, laying limply and lifelessly served to be his final straw.
โsariel, whatโฆโ ludociel doesnโt finish his sentence, or rather, he couldnโt, and thatโs astounding for a man who knows what to say in any situation; this one, however, has rendered him completely speechless. the silence of the other archangel makes things worse.
the medics all have their heads bowed and are silently offering their prayers. sariel watches on from the sidelines silently, his eyes downcast as well.
ludociel walks closer, and the state in which your body is in makes bile rise through his throat. itโs much, much worse than maelโs body. whoever killed you, lacked any compassion and delivered their hits mercilessly.
despite their attempts at healing you, your neck remains twisted in an irregular angle, and those beautiful eyes of yours that were once so bright and full of life, stare off soullessly. it unsettles him at how someone whose eyes sparkled so brightly, would have their light die out like this.
the rest of your body is in an even more terrible state, and he canโt even bear to look at you, feeling the urge to shut his eyes once more. your fluffy white wings which would always puff up when you were cold, were reduced to a dirty, blood soaked mess of broken bones and scarce feathers. your soft body, the one he would always worship like you were the supreme deity herself, is littered with cuts and deep gashes, not as bad as they were before, but not good either. some of them are still bleeding, the crimson liquid spilling onto the white, marble floors, effectively painting them with the essence of your life.
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ludociel kneels and scoops your body into his arms, his hold on you gentle. your lover holds you close to his chest, not minding the blood and dirt that soils the white garment he wears over his armour, his only thought is to at least feel you and your warmth one last time. but, a man can only dream. you were cold, long gone. ludociel feels sick.
the longer he stares at your corpse, the more his stoic demeanour cracks. itโs like everything around him is losing colour and turning his surroundings to a dull grey. the voices, the wails, the rampages of war begin to get blocked out as he falls back into his head. ludociel is tittering on the edge of breaking down into a fit of tears as heโs painfully reminded of his words to you earlier. he wants nothing more than to hit himself. he canโt bear to face the realization that heโs lost everything he was fighting for. his little brother and his lover. oh, the tragedy.
heโd planned to propose to you once the war was over, planned to take your last name or give you his, whichever youโd like more. heโd planned to have mael as his best man and share the most special day of his life with the one family member that he actually cares about, but those filthy demons had to go and pry that wishful thinking out of his hands. his grief gives way to an underlying rage that he doesnโt allow himself to feel. โnot yet, ludociel. not yet.โ
ludociel promptly turns on his heel and walks away as silent as he came, leaving the rest of the medical staff and sariel to exchange silent glances. as intimidating of a man ludociel is, he has emotions too, and having to send off a family member and a lover in one go? that might be the hardest thing heโll have to do, and they canโt help but pity him.
โoh, stars..โ
ludociel reenters the room where his brother was officially announced dead. the archangel sets you down on the bed next to maelโs with a grim expression, his armoured hand softly stroking the skin of your cheek.ย
โmy darling..โ he whispers, ashen eyes taking in your appearance. even though youโre nothing but a bloody corpse, youโre still as beautiful as the day he first laid his eyes on you.
ludociel takes his gauntlets off, his tanned skin tracing the skin of your face, then falls down to your neck, and continues its way down. he takes his time, his hands running down your chest, to your thighs, and occasionally slipping underneath you to drag them up your spine. his lips eventually follow suit. every touch and every kiss is accompanied by him healing your wounds, restoring your body to its former glory in an act of worship.ย
somehow, he feels unworthy to touch and kiss you like this, but youโre going to be cremated, your body and soul going back into the higher heavens where they belong. he knows that this is the last time he can do touch you this way, because if he doesnโt do this now, he wonโt get the chance ever again, and that thought kills him inside a little more.
before he finally comes to terms with your passing, ludociel kisses your lips. theyโre cold and cracked, a stark contrast to the warm, supple and sweet-tasting lips heโs normally used to.
should he be kissing a corpse? no, thatโs far from hygienic.
does that stop him? also no.
gazing at you for a moment longer, ludociel allows himself to shed a tear or two for you and mael in an act of mourning; he wonโt get this chance for a while. he kisses you one last time. a kiss goodbye.
โrest well, my love.โ
i just hope she donโt wanna leave me.
at 8:10 p.m on august 3rd, xxx, stigma headquarters captured and disposed of thousands of demon civilians near the fairy kingโs forest, effectively ending the long standing peace treaty established by the first princess and first prince of the goddess and demon clans respectively, therefore, kickstaring and heightening the holy war.ย
at 9:30 p.m, archangel mael fell victim to and died from an encounter with the ten commandmentsโ estarossa of benevolence. roughly half an hour later, the second princess of the goddess clan, elizabeth, and the first prince of the demon clan, meliodas, died as well; cause unknown.ย
at 10:49 p.m, her highness, the first princess perished from an ambush orchestrated and executed by the ten commandmentsโ monspeet of reticence and derieri of purity in an act of vengeance for their fallen people.ย
with the death of these four major figures, stigma and its allying clans have taken a loss and the victory of this war has fallen into the lap of the demon clan. archangel ludociel has arranged for โthe sealing.โ her majesty, the supreme deity and the leaders of the allying races of stigma have all consented.
this is the peak of the holy war, the decider of britanniaโs fate. will the guiding hand of light prevail or will the bloodline of darkness rule the land for millennia to come?ย
whatever it may be, may the creator and the stars help us all.ย
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summary ; ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses?
pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader
tags ; fluff, slightly suggestive, body worship, ludociel is whipped but heโs also a tease, purely self-indulgent.
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ludocielโs normal way of kissing is soft, but passionate. his kisses are featherlight; he kisses you delicately but with an intensity that leaves you both warm and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. he sees you as a work of art, one that chaos themself took the proper time and materials to sculpt and bring you to life, and he kisses you accordingly.
โludo, that tickles,โ you let out a small giggle, looking down at the archangel whoโs busied himself with littering your body kisses.
heโs been at it for over an hour, gently kissing down your body. currently, his lips are pressed against your right foot.
bemused, he asks, โdoes it?โ before moving back up your leg with a small grin, taking pleasure in the little noises youโve been making in response to him. he admires the little dark splotches on the expanse of your skin; evidence of his work.
โyesโโ
you cut yourself off with a yelp when he bites into your calf then licks over it to soothe the sting. your thigh twitches.
โmy darling is always so responsive to my kisses,โ he chuckled. โi wonder what other sounds i can draw out of you.โ
your head turns away in embarrassment as he repeats the pattern heโs been going by. kiss, bite, lick, kiss. a never ending cycle.
โah, ah, donโt hide from me, my love. let me see those pretty eyes; i want you to watch me,โ he looks up at you as he kisses up to your thigh.
โyou canโt get embarrassed now, you should be used to this already. keep your eyes on me while i worship you, okay?โ
ludocielโs farewell kisses hold a lot of longing within them; longing to come back to you and spend his time wrapped up in bed with you, holding you close to his chest while you take your fifth nap of the day. he hates leaving for missions that will take him far away from you, but it must be done, itโs his job after all.
โiโm gonna miss you,โ you pout, your hands idly playing with the white fabric draped on ludocielโs armour.
ludociel sighs, rubbing your waist. โi know, dear. iโll miss you too.โ
the supreme deity has yet again sent him on another mission, this one farther away from home than all the others. and to make it worse, it should take at least a month or two to complete. you donโt want to let him go, but you know just how important his position is to him.
โcan i get a kiss before you leave, ludo?โ, your head falls into the crook of his neck, trying to engrain the scent of him into your nose.
โyou know you donโt have to ask, love. I would kiss you regardless,โ he cups your cheek, his armoured hand feeling cool against your skin.
you tilt your head back to allow him a proper angle for a kiss. he leans down and captures your lips with his, pressing a long, soft kiss against it.
he would definitely miss you and his kiss conveyed that. his hand on your waist squeezed tightly, but not enough to hurt you.
โi love you. wait for me, okay?โ
โalways.โ
ludociel is a tease, in every aspect of the word. although he loves the feel of your lips on his, he also loves making you squirm or work for a kiss. heโs a cocky little shit, but youโve made your bed, so you have no choice but to lie in it.
ludociel lets out a low chuckle seeing your cheeks puffed out with an equally amusing pout on your plump lips.
โis something the matter, my darling?โ
you grumble, feeling yourself tittering on the edge of wiping off that shit-eating grin on his face. youโd been feeling needy for kisses and came to him in hopes of getting what you desired, but you shouldโve known better than to think he would kiss you without his usual teasing.
โwhat do you think?โ, you huff, turning away from him. he grasps your chin, turning your head back to face him.
โyou havenโt told me what you want. iโm no mind reader, darling.โ
liar. he knows exactly what you want, he knows you better than you know yourself! he just wants to hear you say it out loud, knowing fully well how fidgety you get when you want to ask for his affection. he finds it cute.
you pout even more and grumble out something, he leans down closer to you.
โspeak up, love, i canโt hear you.โ
โI SAID, I WANT A KISS!โ
you feel heavily embarrassed, but itโs not your fault! itโs ludociel and his stupidly handsome face and his stupidly great kisses. you want to bury yourself in a hole.
โhm, is that so? my beautiful girl wants a kiss? who am i to deny her?โ
you glare at him. heโs been denying you for thirty minutes straight! youโre almost tempted to leave and give him a taste of his own medicine, but you really need that kiss.
he kisses you, one hand on your cheek, the other running up and down your spine. his lips eventually stray from your lips to go down your throat to the base of your neck, leaving light nips and pecks along the way.
your fingers thread through his hair, you envy how silky and soft it feels. once heโs done ravaging your neck, ludociel comes back up to kiss you for longer till the both of you are breathless and panting for air. you hide your face in his chest, still feeling a little embarrassed for how desperately you acted.
he rubs your back, laughing softly. heโs well aware that youโre embarrassed. โyouโre so cute, my love. maybe i should start making you beg more often.โ
โdo not.โ
ludocielโs kisses are sloppy, needy and rushed when youโre both out in public. he wouldnโt kiss you in front of all those important people, he has a reputation to uphold. but the minute heโs not being swarmed by one person or the other, heโs pulling you aside for a quick make out, maybe something more.
โludociel, someone might see us here,โ you mumble between kisses, but your lover is too preoccupied in your taste to actually care.
he has his tongue in your mouth, his hands fiddling with the zipper of your dress. โyou worry too much,โ he finally speaks, pulling back to let you breathe, but not for long. heโs quick to dive back in, attacking your swollen lips even more. heโs insatiable when heโs like this.
thereโs spit dribbling down your chin, you donโt even know if itโs yours or his. the kiss is messy, extremely so, and youโre worried it might escalate into something that could very well paint the both of you in a bad light.
โseriously, ludo, we could get caughtโฆโ
โoh come on, love. just a little more, please? iโve been so swamped by those pretentious nobles..โ he pouts.
you sigh, unable to resist giving into him when he looks at you so very pleadingly.
โfine. but no more than kisses, alright?โ
โno promises.โ
โludociel.โ
โfine, fine..โ
ludocielโs lips taste incredibly sweet, like the tea he normally drinks with his desserts or that one cheesecake you both love. whenever you feel the need for something sugary, you just kiss him instead, that way you get love and sugar. a win is a win, after all.
โlove, i have to workโฆโ ludociel sighs, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other writing some report.
he didnโt know how this happened or what led to it, but now, you're sitting in his lap, kissing his lips fervently. his lips are swollen from the onslaught of kisses that youโre still delivering to them, but he makes no moves to stop you either. maybe heโll humour you, after all, itโs not everyday this happens. this does, in fact, happen everyday.
โyour lips taste so sweet, though. like รฉclairsโฆโ
he chuckles at you. โdo they, now? are you craving sweets, my love?โ
โmaybeโฆโ
he pats the small of your back when your head dips down to his neck, resting against him. he kisses your temple. โweโll get some when i finish up this report okay? i have to get it in by the end of the day. once iโm done, we can go to that one bakery you like so much.โ
โIโll hold you to that.โ
ludocielโs morning kisses are lazy, just like the both of you when you awaken so early. he wishes he could spend the entire morning just laying in bed and kissing you.
the sun rays peak from in between the gaps of your curtains. ludocielโs arm is thrown over you, holding you to his chest in a protective embrace.
your eyes flutter open and it takes a moment or two for you to blink the sleep out of your eyes. when you do, you look up at your sleeping lover, admiring his features. he looks even more beautiful when the sun hits him from this angle.
when he feels your gaze, ludocielโs eyes open and his white irises peer into your darker ones. you smile at him.
โgood morning. howโd you sleep?โ
it takes him a while to register your greeting, but he mumbles a small โgood morningโ back, craning his neck to plant a kiss against your lips.
it lacks the usual firmness ludociel would normally kiss you with, but you canโt blame him. itโs far too early in the morning and he had a long night the day before.
you reciprocate his kiss, letting your eyes close. youโre pretty sure heโs fallen back asleep even though his lips are still pressed against yours.
you pull back and stroke his face, brushing away the little strands thatโve slipped from the braid you put his hair into last night.
he sleepily chases after your lips, his hands settling onto the dips of your hips, running his thumbs over them in circles. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours again, sighing in content through his nose as your mouths mould together in a familiar rhythm. your hands find their way to his chest and his arms wrap around you firmly. he never wants this moment to end, but you both will have to get up eventually. โtill then, heโll spend this time he has with you trading kisses.
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summary ; as you drown in stress, curtesy of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.
pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader
wc ; 2.5k
tags ; set before the first holy war, mentions of injuries and decline in mental health, fluff, mutual pining.
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you let out a long, defeated sigh, collapsing onto the chair of your office, exhausted and more than ready to call it a day.
youโd been in a meeting for the past three hours with the ministers of the holy court; the one where all the influential nobles of the goddess clanโs government reside, and the one your mother and her maternal family oversees.
the reason for this meeting? the demon clan. why else would you have been abruptly disturbed in the middle of the day if not to discuss your sworn enemies?
out of all the issues they had to bring up during that long, three hour meeting, they just found the peace treaty you had put into place with meliodas the most pressing one. in their opinions, it was a โchildishโ way of handling things and the only way anyone will ever achieve peace would be through the eradication of demons as a whole.
you rub at your eyes tiredly, not caring if you smudged up your makeupโ that is, until you have to represent your mother, only then would you frantically run around like a headless chicken to look presentable.
your gaze drifts towards the original copy of the treaty that you had framed on the wall in front of you, next to all the other documents you had officiated. the more you stare at it, the more your mood dampens. you recall them going on long rants and lecturing you on your seemingly never ending duties as the supreme deityโs heir; the words your cousin told you a few months ago now seems to make more sense than it did.
โthose old coots arenโt going to stop โtill their bathing in blood, even when theyโre handed the peace they talk so much of on a gold platter.โ
โi seriously have the worst luck,โ you sigh, leaning your head back against the back of your chair. thereโs a dull throbbing in the back of your head which elicits a tired grumble.
ย when the meeting finally concluded, the ministers told you to think about taking down the peace treaty and to start trying to form allies with the other races. but how could you? youโd gone through hell and backโ literally, just to get meliodas to hear you out! it took about three years before the treaty was finalized and passed but now they want it gone? only after two months? ridiculous. theyโll have to kill you first before such a thing happens.
โwhat ever shall i do about my mother and her infuriating family? and those godforsaken nobles tooโฆ stars, i almost died trying to get things to work in my favour and they just want to throw away my sacrifice? and for some useless war that only amounts to bloodshed no less,โ your shoulders are slouched, your cheek pressing against the cool, wooden surface of your desk.
โitโs been nothing but peaceful too! all sunshine and rainbows but these tyrants are always itching for a fight.โ
โtyrants? thatโs a very creative way to address your extended family, my lady.โ
you feel your soul damn near leaving your body. your head shoots up to see none other than ludociel, the archangel of flash, himself standing at the entrance of your office; his usual smile is in place on his lips.
โsir ludociel!โ your spine shoots up and youโve now regained proper posture. smiling sheepishly when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him softly. โi didnโt hear you come inโฆโ
it appears that youโd been too focused on rambling to yourself about the frustrating officials that you failed to realize you were no longer alone. you feel the embarrassment creep into your bones at getting caught in your rants, and by ludociel no less. truly embarrassing.
โah, no need to apologize, your highness. it was rude of me to enter without your say so. i offer my humblest apologies,โ he bows, strands of his long, black locks falling into his face.
you watch as the strands fall in mesmerization, but you catch yourself staring too long andย let out an embarrassed chuckle, your voice wavering a bit. โitโs quite alright, youโre always welcome to stop by. but, what are you here for, if i may ask?โ
โwell, i was instructed to...โ
you could already guess what he was sent here for, no doubt on your motherโs orders. that woman is really grating on your nerves.ย
with a loud groan, your head collides against the smooth surface of your desk rather harshly. although you grumble in pain, there is no effort made to heal yourself; the pain blends in with your headache and you know that thereโs definitely going to be a bruise later. you can almost hear the voice of your lady-in-waiting scolding you with an exasperated: โwhat am i to do with you, your highness?โ
ludociel winces at the sight of you slamming your head down, then sighs at your hunched over and grumbling form. heโs noticed just how much everyone in the holy court, your mother included, has been giving you such a hard time ever since you signed off the peace treaty to put a stop to the holy war with meliodas. actually, anyone with half a brain would notice; your eye bags are getting more prominent by the day after all.
ludociel wouldnโt lie to himself, he too wasnโt pleased with the development as his entire goal is to bring the demon clan to ruin, but how could he tell you that when youโve tried so hard to keep blood from spilling over? the lengths at which you go to for the betterment of the clan as well as its people are truly admirable, he couldnโt bring himself to say anything to you. the last thing he wanted was to breathe down your neck the same way everyone else was, youโre already stressed and overworked enough, he didnโt want to add onto that.
โhow about you go get some fresh air, my lady? surely you must be feeling suffocated in here right about now,โ the archangel suggests, walking over to your desk to stand behind you. his hands rest on your shoulders and gently work at the knots there to relieve the tension that had built up. ludociel lets out a low chuckle when you melt under his touch, your groan of approval letting him know to keep the pressure up.
โi would love to, but...โ, you raise your head to look at the stacks of paperwork that had piled on your desk over the past few days, fully aware that the ministers had been giving you so much out of spite. petty bastardsโฆ
โyou need a break, at this rate youโll fall sick. youโre still recovering from...โ ludociel doesnโt let himself finish that sentence. from the angle he stood, he could see some marks that trailed from the base of your neck and down into your dress, the discolouration of your skin making it obvious that youโd been burned in some way. it all happened during an expedition to cleanse a small village that had been overturned by demons, and youโd suffered a terrible hit by one of the demons there; a hellblaze to your back which left you incapable of flying for a while as well temporarily paralyzed, which meant a lot of bed rest. he gently thumbs at the burn marks, as if fearing that his touch would bring you pain once more.
when ludociel goes silent, your mind wanders back to the day you almost died. the day everything changed for you. you barely remember it but what you do know is that itโs a miracle youโre even alive now. if not for the fairy king gloxinia, you would've joined your ancestors a bit too early, and left the goddess clan with your younger sister elizabeth as its next ruler.
from what you were told, youโd been burnt down to the point where you were hardly recognizable, but, thank the creator for the fountain of youth that gloxinia was so gracious to allow you to drink from. and although your physical condition was restored, your mental health took a serious decline. you were tittering on the edge of insanity, leaving you out of office for a good while.
the silence unsettles ludociel. โmy lady, will you take me up on that offer for a walk?โ
his soothing voice breaks through your train of thought, and you blink out of your daze. โi really donโt know... i have so much work to do and i canโt really put any of it off,โ you pause, reaching for your quill pen to actually start on your mountain of work.
the archangel frowns, one of his hands leaning over your shoulder to encase your smaller one in his, making sure to stop you from doing anything. you may be in the clear to continue working, but, the amount of stress youโre being subjected to might put you back onto a sickbed, and that caused him great worry.
โmy lady, please. even if itโs for fifteen minutes?โ
โbut, if i take a break now, iโll never get all of this done,โ you attempt to protest, but heโs quick to shut you down.
โyou have your aides for a reason, my lady.โ
โwhile thatโs true, this is my responsibility, not my aidesโ. i fear iโve had them overworked for the time i was out of commission, i donโt want to put them through that again.โย
even at the stake of your own health, you still look out for others. what a remarkable person you are. but just as you are compassionate, you are stubborn and it makes the archangel sigh in exasperation. while he admires your ability to put your foot down and stand your ground, it can prove to be difficult to get you to listen to what others have to say, especially when it pertains to work related issues.
โlisten to me, my lady,โ he leans down closer to you, his hair tickling the back of your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulders. you shiver.
โyou need to take care of yourself. taking on all these burdensome tasks by yourself is detrimental to your health! your aides are here for a reason, so please, take a break.โ
you want to decline, you really want to, but how can you when he speaks to you in that gentle tone? the one that conveys just how worried he is for you. damn him, his good looks, and his equally soothing voice thatโs very compelling to listen to.
you contemplate for a minute, silently weighing your options before heaving out a reluctant sigh and leaning back into your chair with a nod. โalright, iโll ... iโll take a break.โ
ludocielโs lips curl upwards into a victorious smile. he holds his hand out to you. โhow about a stroll through the gardens? i noticed the asters have bloomed again. theyโre your favourite flowers, yes?โ
you canโt help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take his hand, letting him gently pull you up to your feet. he knows you so well, too well in fact. not that you mind it, of course.
โyes, they are, and that sounds like a wonderful idea,โ your smile turns bashful when his hand settles onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.
the archangel leads you through the halls of the celestial palace, the both of you walking silently, just enjoying each otherโs company until you reach the gardens. the cool breeze combined with the calming aromas of the different flowers hit you, and you feel your body relax. ludociel feels it as well, noting how your muscles werenโt as tense as they were before. heโll try to coax you into getting a massage later; maelโs hands do absolute wonders.
ludociel lets go of you, watching as you wander off to take a look around the garden as it had been a long while since youโd stopped by. although heโs letting you do your own thing, he keeps a watchful eye on you, quietly taking in the ethereal sight of you surrounded by flowers. an image fit for a princess, he muses, gazing at you adoringly.
you take a seat on the grass, glad to have some form of escape from your stuffy office, ludociel joins you.ย
an hour passes with the both of you talking about this and that. he tells you how demon invasions in the western parts of the realm have gotten lesser to keep up their end of the peace treaty. your expression turns smug which makes ludociel shake his head fondly at you. โstars, sheโs adorable,โ he thinks to himself.
as time passes you both by, you decide to braid flowers into his hair and you try your hardest to make sure that the image of ludociel adorned in flowers, which attracted a few butterflies over to him, was deeply ingrained into your memory. oh, elizabeth is definitely hearing about this when you get off work. hopefully sheโll be free by then and not off massacring some village of demons in your stead.
โItโs starting to get a little late. are you ready to head in, my lady?โ ludociel rises to his feet, his armoured hand is outstretched to you as it always is. guiding and grounding, heโs always been there as a rock for you as someone you can confide in and depend on. you slip your hand into his, letting your fingers intertwine. he lifts you to your feet and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you smile at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin.
โyes, letโs head back inside. i still have work to do.โ
he shoots you a pointed look, so you immediately backtrack. โsorry..โ
as you stroll through the marble halls of the palace youโve grown accustomed to calling home, the one thatโs housed all your memories, both good and bad, you hear small whispers from the maids, fully aware that theyโre watching the both of you, giggling at the sight of your entwined fingers. thereโll definitely be rumours later, but you donโt really care, and youโre sure that ludociel doesnโt either.
โi told you a break would do you good,โ he whispers to you, his deep voice, taking a smooth edge as he opens the door to your quarters. you step in before him and plop down onto your bed, rolling your eyes at him playfully.ย
โoh, hush.โ you might hate to admit it, but youโre definitely feeling much better than you did before.
โyou know Iโm right, my lady.โ
โi suppose you are,โ you grin at the playful banter you and him have, it brings you joy to be able to joke with someone as serious as him.
he stays rooted at the door frame, glad to see you relaxing and less on edge. โnow that my goal has been achieved, i shall take my leave. i bid you a good night, your highness.โ
just before he leaves, you call out to him and once his attention is on you once more, you give a gentle, thankful smile. โthank you. i really needed this.โ
โitโs my pleasure, your highness.โ
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