#man I need an event of Ladiva and sandalphon collaborating in tending the cafe it'd be so sweet

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And at that, Sandalphon was torn. But he's heard worse from other's - from himself even when he'd stop and actually think of his own actions in dire situations when his pride would get the best of himself. He could scold the other from a distance with his eyes later - he knows Seofon is strong. Not someone to be taken lightly even if the front shows a bravado of a fool, there's something deeper. Ever since the whole ordeal with the six dragons; one which he steered clean from as his assistance wasn't needed but, even then, the archangel stayed at a healthy distance should his hand be needed, he's felt it. Something odd.

Something about the boundary, the sea of stars - he's read if from Lucilius's research back in the past and remembers a lot from it, but even then such topics, the scale of that power itself, something the Eternals and even Captain were capable of harnessing was beyond him. It scared the archangel as he respected it as the force of otherwordly nature as it is. It scares him because of theories he read – but ah, It'd not do good for his concentration. Flesh and bone, broken vessels of blood pulled back like seamless strings. the forceful nature of healing in his hands was bound to be a bit itchy, not a careful nor painless thing unlike other healers - not to mention molten armor that surely is stuck into skin. Plus with the dire situation at hand, the winged Ceodric that even now he can sense around close and furious – '' Survive, and maybe you can have a free drink later at the Grancypher. '' He promised. Jagged hands full of closed wounds leave the other's jaw, wings retracting as the grand purple spades around the two cease to be in sparkles of dust. Wings of white stretching to the skies to gather energy once more for incoming flight. '' Ceodric can be killed, but if you're going to make a show of it, don't get others caught in it, I can help with it. '' whatever plans the other has is lost to Sandalphon, but even then, he can improvise.

Being made as an adaptative force, somehow being compatible to almost every element and force of nature had it's perks. And sandalphon knew best than to lower his own focus. Captain needed still a push, even with the power of the great one at their palms, he doubts a being much older than the astrals themselves would allow that to happen. '' Just be sure to assist Captain once your side is done... '' there's an understanding lip quirked, a small smile he could offer, before six pairs of wing propel the archangel's body up.

                                                 ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Compared to perhaps days ago, or weeks – Time never really being in the mind of the current supreme primarch past cataclysms that keep happening and going, always thankfully nothing irreversible happening time from time to also those moments when he could feel his own core shaking within his insides. There he is, back at the cafe; rather late as the sun is barely peeking in for this morning as it baths sweet sunlight for a new day. Clear from clouds and from beyond ornamental circular windows, the song of birds chattering mixed with the bubbling of new brews stirring within hot water in a keetle in a low flame under a magic circle manifested by the archangel managing the place.

Usually, he'd mostly stay clear or away, often opening late the cafe after everyone has already eaten or gone on missions, but for now, despise everything, Raziel and Magus's recruitment meant Sandalphon had his own demons at the back of his mind. Many thoughts, choices that at the time, he had done without hesitation but 'what ifs' still lingering there like alluring shadows.

He pretends to not listen to that part of himself.

'' Stand too much by the doorstep and you might get pushed by someone else when they wake up. '' Calls out, gaze not leaving the gentle stirring of new beverages and pastries Sandalphon's occupied with, but he'd be a fool if he didn't sense the Eternal's presence. One he saw injuried and burned and yet still was one of the best aids that kept the ordeal with the Phoenix at bay. He'd not understand why the six dragons let it go away – but he had no say. It only meant a problem for the future and even if he personally would butt heads with them it'd do no good.

Aw, well, wasn't that flattering! In his own way, Sandalphon cared- pot, kettle, though. Loath as he was to admit it, Seofon was in no position to continue to push himself as hard as he'd been (even if he wanted to. Gods, he wanted to! It's his job as the leader of the Eternals- to right wrongs, to stop people like Ceodric. To prevent catastrophes like this, and he can't-) because Sandalphon is right.

He can't die here. It would be rather unbecoming of the Star-Sword Sovereign to fall in battle like that. Not that Sandalphon would know, but this wasn't the worst injury that the swordsman had endured... but the Archangel had a point.

The wound still hurt like hell, too. Usually Fif was right there with her healing magic, but he'd not brought the other Eternals for this fight (he was still on thin ice after the whole Seven Star Sword ordeal- but if he'd been in their place, he would've given himself the cold shoulder, too. What sort of friend goes to beat up all his other friends just to prove his own power? Yikes). He thought he could handle it on his own.

That was probably why the others didn't show up. Maybe they thought he didn't need them- but this time ...

Damn it.

❝ Yeah- I hate missing out on a good fight, but ... I ... ❞ He'd done his part, here. Unfortunately, the whole ultimate power ordeal would have to rest on the Captain's shoulders- Seofon would make it up to them later (he'd have to really do something amazing to not be on their shit list for bailing on the big fight)-

He really owed Sandalphon for this one!

❝ We've got a lot going on here, y'know? I have to take care of Ceodric at least, and when that's all done, I'll rest, pinky promise! ❞ He breathes, and the sea of stars flashes before his eyes- starlight dyes his golden hair. ❝ It shouldn't take long. He might have some of the Phoenix's powers, but he's sloppy in his swordsmanship. Plus, if someone doesn't get rid of him, there's going to be a lot more trouble to deal with later. Just one more task and then I'll rest-! ❞ This time, he intends to keep his word.

Really, he also wants to show off just a little more. Typical.