The Angel Balthazar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tryingitall) wrote2015-09-01 08:27 pm
tryingitall) wrote2015-09-01 08:27 pm
Vertigo ((For Lucifer))
Balthazar is born, with a clutch of a few thousand other winged siblings, around the same time the first multicellular organisms begin swimming in the Earth's primordial sea. A new type of angel, more delicate than multi-winged seraphim, not quite as flashy as a cherub, and tinier by far than the four Archangels. Ofanim, they're called, the Wheels, and they Never. Stop. Moving.
It wouldn't be hard to find the young angel annoying. He's an unstoppable fireburst of good-natured humor and interest in everything going on around him, and he's all over everything he can be. At first, he and the siblings his age are allowed to roam the planet a bit, Graces singing with delight at everything they see. Rocks! Look, they glitter! Oh, the scum on the water is the best shade of green! But the clouds, look at the shape and the way they move--!
Creation is just that amazing, evidently. Presumably the Father finds them endearing in their innocent delight, but it's not long before they have to be gathered back up into Heaven to be made into soldiers. Some of the Ofanim take to that well enough, but Balthazar's performance is spotty. Fighting seems to go against his grain in some fashion; he doesn't want to hurt anything. But he does have a fascination for Heavenly weaponry. That's a start, at least.
It wouldn't be hard to find the young angel annoying. He's an unstoppable fireburst of good-natured humor and interest in everything going on around him, and he's all over everything he can be. At first, he and the siblings his age are allowed to roam the planet a bit, Graces singing with delight at everything they see. Rocks! Look, they glitter! Oh, the scum on the water is the best shade of green! But the clouds, look at the shape and the way they move--!
Creation is just that amazing, evidently. Presumably the Father finds them endearing in their innocent delight, but it's not long before they have to be gathered back up into Heaven to be made into soldiers. Some of the Ofanim take to that well enough, but Balthazar's performance is spotty. Fighting seems to go against his grain in some fashion; he doesn't want to hurt anything. But he does have a fascination for Heavenly weaponry. That's a start, at least.
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If he were a young mortal creature, he would be inclined to hug Lucifer, for the answers, the affection, the building-up of his confidence. Instead, he basks in the rippling delight of the archangel's Grace; it feels like the sun pouring down on the planet below them. He's beyond awed by the invitation to speak with Lucifer again, but this time it's something more than awareness of what an honor it is to have the attention of one of the Four. Lucifer seems to like him, and he likes Lucifer, and maybe that makes for a connection between them.
He'll have to come up with good questions, to be beyond the Seraphs' ability to answer, but for the sake of an excuse to come visiting this brother again, he'll do his best. Without losing innocence. That'll make for a delicate balancing act. "I will! As long as it's all right with you."
And in days to come, Lucifer might find a bright, feathery little tagalong visiting him on occasion. Hanging back so as not to be a nuisance, but quietly devoted and wanting to see him as often as possible.
((Did you want to do another fluffy scene with them or move on to the Fall?))
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But he shouldn't feel that way. He shouldn't feel any of these ways. Pash, too young of an angel to even have a name, was not even close to his equal nor, for that matter, his responsibility. It was up to a select few Seraphs to teach these Ofanim their ways. If the young angels didn't understand, that wasn't Lucifer's problem. To have shown himself to Pash at all was an honor too great for such a small thing.
At the same time, the want to see Pash, to protect him from the worse things in Creation, couldn't be ignored. This one was very special and, as such, Lucifer had been drawn to him. It was too late to lecture himself now. If others talked, he would ensure that their words would be inconsequential to either of them. If Michael had a problem with it, well, that would just have to be Michael's problem. "I wouldn't offer such a thing if I were not okay with it. You're more than welcome to come to me, Pash."
The bright, feathery tagalong was always noted and seldom ignored. Sometimes Lucifer liked to see what Pash would do if he didn't acknowledge him, especially if he happened to be busy, but still keeping an eye on him to gauge the little one's reactions. More often than not, Lucifer openly welcomed his company, quietly wondering to himself whose beauty any onlookers were more in awe of. The brilliant glow that radiated from Pash's love and delight never failed to captivate him at least.
((I'm open to doing another fluffy scene, because this has been ridiculously cute so far, if that's all right with you! I'm looking forward to the Fall, too, honestly.))