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signalterminated · 5 years ago

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Falling Into Freedom - (Peter/Elias)

The lonelyeyes server's been abuzz with a priest/demon au lately, so here's a spicy little blurb I whipped up for it. Nothing really graphic here but still, do not click on that readmore if you're a minor, thank you.

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Peter falls to his knees before Elias, this devil that burns with a beauty that surpasses angels, a blasphemy unto itself to admit.

“Elias, I . . .”

He bends his head to kiss those slim fingers, savoring the softness of every tip before suckling on them with the neediness of babes. His heart sings with exaltation at the soft sigh that leaves the devil’s shapely mouth, parted and curled just so in a delighted grin.

"Oh, Peter Lukas." A chuckle, a prayer, a voice so beautiful God himself would covet it for his holy choir. It now speaks his name, the name of a lowly man, and it's so tender that Peter's eyes swell with tears.

"You always were such a lonely creature.” A fingertip damp with saliva tucks under his chin, forcing him to raise his head. “You bask in it. Revel in how it brings you both pain and peace."

He looks this fallen angel in the eyes, eyes bright as corona bursts tinted viridian. They are filled with knowledge no mortal can or ever will comprehend, and they see him.

"What a strange thing, to serve the community yet be separate from it. For every grieving widow and lost soul you bear confession to, your own heart is cold. Always cold." There's no judgement in that tone, even though there should be. There's nothing at all but the bright Knowing that swallows all else. Peter is tumbling into that unholy gaze, lost endlessly in its secrets.

"I could show you what true connection is,” Elias continues, lips twitching higher, “in a way God never will."

"They told me you would do this.” It's a miracle Peter can speak at all, for how dry his mouth is. He is parched to the bone. He would gladly plunge himself into the sea but he knows it won't provide him relief, won't sate the ache in his heart and his head and his traitorous sex.

He licks his lips in vain and tries again.

"They told me of temptation," Peter says hoarsely, "Of your wickedness."

"They did," Elias hums and the fingertip draws back. Peter nearly falls forward, for without it he is heavier than all the brimstone in Hell. "And what they told you was even partially true. Yet they lie too, do they not?"

Elias leans down and his face is so very, very close to his own. Peter bends the way flowers do toward the sun, unable to resist. Unable to look away.

"They told you temperance would be rewarded." Elias cups his face while he speaks, thumb stroking over the arch of his weathered cheekbone. "They told you patience is a virtue."

The devil's touch is both oasis and wildfire; it eases the emptiness in his marrow but makes desire burn hot in his belly, makes blood flush through every vein and sweat prick from every pore.

"Yet it's not temperance they laud," Elias says, honeyed tone laced with venom, "It's not patience they seek. They ask for your unwavering loyalty, your suffering, to pay your dues. Dues that were never truly promised and thus never will be honored."

Peter has nothing to say. It rings true, true in a way no sermon he's given ever has. The desire twists into nausea and confusion; how could damnation feel so integral to his being, so natural? How can he tell which truth will guide him on the right path?

Perhaps there never was a right path at all. Perhaps this is the fate of all broken men, to kneel before temptation and know either choice will bring about the same end. To realize neither truly matters.

The truth is his soul was always tainted. His heart was always a withered, battered little island, lost in an eternally stormy sea that no woman or tenet of faith could reach.

And Elias knows it.

"And you?" Peter laughs bitterly, the sound failing to carry an echo. Flat and dead as the rest of this church, this town. "What would you ask of me?"

The smile gracing those plush lips widens into something far more predatory. The hand slides away from his face to settle on his shoulder.

"It's simple, really," Elias coos, viridian glow defying the drabness and the dark, "You need only say my true name and walk with me out that door."

"That's it." Peter's question is quiet with revelation, with surrender.

"That's it," Elias repeats.

“Jonah,” Peter breathes. It should be difficult. It should hurt. It should raze his soul with hellfire the second it leaves his mouth — yet when he invokes the devil's name it spills from his lips as golden ichor, sweeter than communion wine.

“He who Sees all; he who Watched from Below so that all may be as it was Above; he who God abandoned in the realm he once was assigned as charge; he who witnessed sin upon sin, but would neither redeem nor judge.

Jonah, cast down but not blinded, fallen but not defeated. Jonah, the Eye of God.”

Peter doesn’t understand the words that leave his mouth. They flow as if they were always waiting inside him to be spoken, their truth slumbering close to his heart for decades. Is this what it is to be Israfil’s trumpet, an instrument of divine will? A tool for the herald, not the herald itself?

His train of thought is cut short by Elias pulling him up for a kiss. Peter lets out a groan, nausea and fear gone in an instant. Heat pours through him for the first time in a God's age. He knows what it means to be consumed, then, to be broken and remade and free.

They pull away from the kiss but not each other, walking down the aisle the way grooms do with brides. There's no audience, nothing but cobwebs to witness a lonely priest shed his vestments and turn his back on God.

Peter Lukas walks out into the foggy night hand in hand with the devil, and no one ever sees him again.

[END]

#the magnus archives #tma #magnus archives #lonelyeyes #we can have a little blasphemy in this fandom...as a treat

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songwriting315 · 4 years ago

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“Thoughts Of Nothing” album

“A Matter Of Choice”

Now that you've gone away (Now that you've gone away)

I don't know what there is to say

They broke my heart in two (I know this can't be you)

There's nothing left to say or do

I know this can't be a matter of choice

I'm not gonna judge 'til I've heard your voice

Though I may not ever understand

Things don't always go as planned

And though it's in the past (Though it's in the past)

These hateful faces will not last

Though they can't forgive (No they won't forgive)

You've still got all your life to live

I know this can't be a matter of choice

I'm not gonna judge 'til I've heard your voice

Though I may not ever understand

Things don't always go as planned

“Nothing All Day Long”

As the clock ticks on

It's a quarter to one

But there's time for hours in bed

It may be half past two

And there's plenty to do

But I'm rolling over instead

It's my top priority

To do it efficiently

And nothing will be done

On a day like today

I'm wasting time away

Doing nothing all day long

As the time flies by

I will keep an eye

On all the nothing that has gone

And on the days that follow

The cares of tomorrow

Can wait 'til today is done

It's my top priority

To do it efficiently

And nothing will be done

On a day like today

I'm wasting time away

Doing nothing all day long

“Frown Upside Down”

Floating through the ages

And all the different stages

It will seem to be a dream

When turning all the pages

Pouring all the laces

In all the different places

Never try to poke their eye

On either of their faces

No goodbyes, there’s too many

Dry those eyes. If there’s any

Need to cry, I will try

And turn that frown upside down

Take away all the fear

Those who stay will be here

Wipe away any tear

And turn that frown upside down

Ah, ah-ah, ooh-wah!

Doo ba doo, doo ba doo.

Fingernails need cleaning

Socks have lost their meaning

If you see a little bee

Tell him to stop the screaming

Spending many hours

Hugging all the flowers

Never drink from any sink

When singing in the showers

No goodbyes, there’s too many

Dry those eyes. If there’s any

Need to cry, I will try

And turn that frown upside down

Take away all the fear

Those who stay will be here

Wipe away any tear

And turn that frown upside down

Ah, ah-ah, ooh-wah!

Doo ba doo, doo ba doo.

“Wiggle Wiggle”

Well, turn a blind eye,

Neglect the stares

Pretend you don’t see

So many glares

They never will be

Quite as happy

As the person

Who never cares.

Keep on dancing

It only proves

That they are jealous

Of your cool moves

If they’re too lazy

To dance so crazy

Then maybe they need

To lose the blues

Turn around and wiggle, wiggle

Up and down and jiggle, jiggle

Hands upon your knees

Shimmy-shake and freeze.

Turn around and wiggle, wiggle

Up and down and jiggle, jiggle

Hands upon your knees

Shimmy-shake and freeze.

“Tiddely Pom”

Take a trip to East Sussex

And grab a handful of Pooh Sticks

An expotition has been planned

While Roo is playing in the sand.

Look out for Woozles on the trail

As we search for Eeyore’s tail.

No Heffalump will hold us back

As we have set a Cunning Trap.

No adventure is complete

Without a little something sweet

A place to get a little warmer

Make a journey to Pooh Corner

There’s a rumbly in my tummy

Time for a smackeral of honey

A place to get a little warmer

Make a journey to Pooh Corner

Tiddely Pom - Let’s bounce all day long now

Tiddely Pom - Let’s bounce all the time

Tiddely Pom - “Don’t bounce near my house

Tiddely Pom - Not much but it’s mine.”

Plant an oak tree with Haycorns

Don’t climb a tree with many thorns

The Backson won’t take you away

Within our hearts you’ll always stay

Fly balloons up all around

Balloons will never make you frown

Beware of doors that are too small

You might get stuck within the wall.

“Let The Music Carry On”

Stories that you are sharing

Shocking and very daring

Pretending you are caring

All you do is patronise

All that time without leaving

Sorry but I’m not believing

All the cries are deceiving

I don’t really sympathise

You can try to tell us lies

And hypnotise us to believe

We can see through your lies

You can’t disguise them or deceive

Ding Dong, sing a song

And let the music carry on.

Ring Ding, here us sing

And do not fret about a thing.

“They May Be Cruel”

They had all day to come here

They had all day to cross

But they waited ’til we came

Just to show us who’s boss

They may be cruel

But they’re the fools, not me.

They had all day to pass here

Coz the weather’s been fine

But they waited ’til we came

Just to waste our time

They may be cruel

But they’re the fools, not me.

There’s been nothing on the road

Until we got there

Coz the people in the cars

Are not being fair

One day they’ll walk

And they will see

That they’re the fools, not me.

“Hands On Head”

Don’t talk or don’t breathe

Don’t laugh, don’t sneeze.

Don’t move a muscle

Blame Mr Russell

No fun at playtime

Hopscotch is a crime

Cane smacked on your hand

Bulldog is now banned

Look out, here comes Trunchbull

Marching into the hall

Even with your lunch full

You’ll be put on the wall

Look out, here comes Trunchbull

Throwing a kid around

You’ll be in the Chokey

If you make any sound.

Hands on head or lips instead

Don’t ever question why

Live in fear when Trunchbull’s here

Get in the line or die

Hands on head or lips instead

Don’t ever question why

Live in fear when Trunchbull’s here

Get in the line or die

“Ding Dong Christmas Song”

All the bells are ringing

Festive carol singing

All the robins calling

And the snow is falling

Gaining a new dress size

Tucking into mince pies

Singing gospel choir

Warming by the fire

Santa will be in his sleigh

On his way for Christmas Day

He’s got a list and checked it twice

With advice who’s bad or nice

Ding, Ding, Dong,

Ding, Ding, Dong.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Ding, Ding, Dong,

Ding, Ding, Dong.

Peace On Earth for Everyone!

Early in the morning

Christmas Day is dawning

Tinsel wrapped round the tree

Children playing happily

Time for Christmas Dinner

For both saint and sinner

Family spending time

With Mistletoe and Wine

Santa will be in his sleigh

On his way for Christmas Day

He’s got a list and checked it twice

With advice who’s bad or nice

“Thoughts Of Nothing” (Instrumental)

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