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the_rebel_son) wrote2020-05-31 09:41 pm
the_rebel_son) wrote2020-05-31 09:41 pm
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For Alex
It was a few weeks before he could manage a gathering. Personal lives, the war, planning, councils, preparations, duties and.. honestly, getting his angels together was sometimes like herding drunk cats while blindfolded. He had his ways though, it is why he was the tempter and no one else. A promise of food, drink, the garden and a surprise was more than enough to get them all in one place for a day. They had come early, and now just after midday many were relaxed, drunk and happy. He'd warned Alex that he would call on this day, in the afternoon for the fittings.
They had gathered around "THE TREE", the apple trees of Eden which he stole and now resided in his gardens. Their sprawling branches provided enough shade for all the angels lounging around and drinking. It was quite a sight, or would be for others, though it was common for the angels.
Lucifer was tucked up against the twisted trunks of the trees wings spread across the grass. The slim fitting black suit and white shirt was his usual attire that was neither feminine nor masculine but his wings were not white. Today he let the colors show through; sunset and fire hues that complemented the burning crown of twisted iron on his head. At his side there is a small angel, not even five and a half feet tall with dark hair and a youthful face. Their wings like a summer sky in pale blue with flecks of white that are long and narrow for speed. Azazael is currently in a flowered dress with bold bright colors and lace leggings. He'd long ago stripped off his combat boots in favor of curling up on Lucifer's wings to relax, though he still, as always, wore a fedora.
Beside Lucifer, Belial is sitting in a chair wearing all black; combat boots, jeans, shirt, black face paint, dark crown and even his wings were black tinged to brown like a vulture. His pale skin and white, blind eyes in stark contrast. A black hawk perched, dozing on the leather forearm brace. Beside him was Thnisko, Death, similarly dressed but instead of a crown he wore a broad brimmed hat and sunglasses. All six of his wings hanging relaxed and glossy in the dappled sun.
To the Left of them were two angels sprawled in the grass. Mammon, Arab in appearance with dark hair, sandy olive skin, and ocean blue eyes sporting wings that appeared to have feathers made of shiny gold leaf. He's dressed in long coat, richly embroidered and studded with gemstones and matching silk pants. The crown he wears obviously linked to his nature as the angel of wealth. He's in an intimate, and perhaps even romantic, conversation with another angel who is waifish, femininely boyish, and over seven foot tall. Blue skinned, with jet black hair, eyes so dark blue they might be mistaken for black, and black wings that shimmer through colors like an oil slick or nebula in space. Where the sunlight catches Astaroth's feathers they gleam white like the moon when full. Her crown is full of stellar imagery though she wears little other than a sheer, dark blue beach wrap.
Out in the sun Phenex and Amartolosa, Sin, are busily making flower crowns from roses and some of the other larger flowers in the garden. Both are naked and in stark contrast. Sin has dark skin and red snake eyes framed by cascades of black curls that fall down well past her waist. A crown of gold and rubies nestled in her hair. She's curvy, womanly compared to the other angels. Like her twin brother she has six wings. The largest pair black with red trim on the feathers, the second shoulder pair bright crimson, and the small pair at the waist black as ravens. Phenex is quite different. White skin, hair, and eyes but wings vibrating with changing colors. They are, like Baphomet, female on the top and male on the bottom. Much like Sin their hair is so long as to hide some of their body beneath straight hair. A flower crown is braided into their hair.
One other group of angels sits partially in the shade against a brick retaining wall. Mulciber is sitting on the ground in a gray hoodie, carhart carpenter pants and work boots. His grayish wings, broad and rounded tucked neatly behind. Oddly, for an angel, Mulciber has wire framed glasses seated over his gray eyes and a simple but geometric crown. Beside him is an angel that is completely androgynous; boyish perhaps, with blond hair and pale skin. Abigor is in jeans and their favorite bright red leather jacket. Their wings aren't feathered, but instead black, lightly furred bat wings. Laying in front of them is Moloch on his stomach and dressed all in black leather with buckles and straps going every which way. His eyes red with golden flecks and wings black with silver metallic blades where there should be flight feathers. His nails are nearly claw like and there's an ominous clicking as he speaks from his shark-like teeth clicking together. He has black bull horns decorated with tassels Beside him, Beelzebub laid in the grass; white wings, mottled with red, strewn open like he'd fallen from the sky. He's drinking from an earthenware mug and wearing not a stitch, not even his swords, though he does have a number of black line tattoos. His nearly waist length sandy hair is intricately braided and adorned with bone beads and flowers. This angel has ruddy tan skin but usually the most unnerving thing is his black eyes. It isn't just a colored pupil like the others but his whole eye is jet black. His crown bears the jackal and a vaguely nature motif.
This is how they waited, deep in their own conversations and enjoying the warm sun. Lucifer had left the gates into the garden open so that Alex could come in directly from the street. Near the tree, on the path, several tables sat empty for Alex and beneath the gazebo food and drink on another table.
They had gathered around "THE TREE", the apple trees of Eden which he stole and now resided in his gardens. Their sprawling branches provided enough shade for all the angels lounging around and drinking. It was quite a sight, or would be for others, though it was common for the angels.
Lucifer was tucked up against the twisted trunks of the trees wings spread across the grass. The slim fitting black suit and white shirt was his usual attire that was neither feminine nor masculine but his wings were not white. Today he let the colors show through; sunset and fire hues that complemented the burning crown of twisted iron on his head. At his side there is a small angel, not even five and a half feet tall with dark hair and a youthful face. Their wings like a summer sky in pale blue with flecks of white that are long and narrow for speed. Azazael is currently in a flowered dress with bold bright colors and lace leggings. He'd long ago stripped off his combat boots in favor of curling up on Lucifer's wings to relax, though he still, as always, wore a fedora.
Beside Lucifer, Belial is sitting in a chair wearing all black; combat boots, jeans, shirt, black face paint, dark crown and even his wings were black tinged to brown like a vulture. His pale skin and white, blind eyes in stark contrast. A black hawk perched, dozing on the leather forearm brace. Beside him was Thnisko, Death, similarly dressed but instead of a crown he wore a broad brimmed hat and sunglasses. All six of his wings hanging relaxed and glossy in the dappled sun.
To the Left of them were two angels sprawled in the grass. Mammon, Arab in appearance with dark hair, sandy olive skin, and ocean blue eyes sporting wings that appeared to have feathers made of shiny gold leaf. He's dressed in long coat, richly embroidered and studded with gemstones and matching silk pants. The crown he wears obviously linked to his nature as the angel of wealth. He's in an intimate, and perhaps even romantic, conversation with another angel who is waifish, femininely boyish, and over seven foot tall. Blue skinned, with jet black hair, eyes so dark blue they might be mistaken for black, and black wings that shimmer through colors like an oil slick or nebula in space. Where the sunlight catches Astaroth's feathers they gleam white like the moon when full. Her crown is full of stellar imagery though she wears little other than a sheer, dark blue beach wrap.
Out in the sun Phenex and Amartolosa, Sin, are busily making flower crowns from roses and some of the other larger flowers in the garden. Both are naked and in stark contrast. Sin has dark skin and red snake eyes framed by cascades of black curls that fall down well past her waist. A crown of gold and rubies nestled in her hair. She's curvy, womanly compared to the other angels. Like her twin brother she has six wings. The largest pair black with red trim on the feathers, the second shoulder pair bright crimson, and the small pair at the waist black as ravens. Phenex is quite different. White skin, hair, and eyes but wings vibrating with changing colors. They are, like Baphomet, female on the top and male on the bottom. Much like Sin their hair is so long as to hide some of their body beneath straight hair. A flower crown is braided into their hair.
One other group of angels sits partially in the shade against a brick retaining wall. Mulciber is sitting on the ground in a gray hoodie, carhart carpenter pants and work boots. His grayish wings, broad and rounded tucked neatly behind. Oddly, for an angel, Mulciber has wire framed glasses seated over his gray eyes and a simple but geometric crown. Beside him is an angel that is completely androgynous; boyish perhaps, with blond hair and pale skin. Abigor is in jeans and their favorite bright red leather jacket. Their wings aren't feathered, but instead black, lightly furred bat wings. Laying in front of them is Moloch on his stomach and dressed all in black leather with buckles and straps going every which way. His eyes red with golden flecks and wings black with silver metallic blades where there should be flight feathers. His nails are nearly claw like and there's an ominous clicking as he speaks from his shark-like teeth clicking together. He has black bull horns decorated with tassels Beside him, Beelzebub laid in the grass; white wings, mottled with red, strewn open like he'd fallen from the sky. He's drinking from an earthenware mug and wearing not a stitch, not even his swords, though he does have a number of black line tattoos. His nearly waist length sandy hair is intricately braided and adorned with bone beads and flowers. This angel has ruddy tan skin but usually the most unnerving thing is his black eyes. It isn't just a colored pupil like the others but his whole eye is jet black. His crown bears the jackal and a vaguely nature motif.
This is how they waited, deep in their own conversations and enjoying the warm sun. Lucifer had left the gates into the garden open so that Alex could come in directly from the street. Near the tree, on the path, several tables sat empty for Alex and beneath the gazebo food and drink on another table.
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He's not sure what to think of it all, really. Not only are there a dozen clashing styles going on in front of his eyes, but there's also symbolism in everything his eyes fall on. The tree, the clothes, the crowns... It's overwhelming - or it would be, if Alex was any less sure of himself than he is. The naked bodies are a slight sticking point for him, but that's more because it's (mostly) unexpected when his whole point for being here is to dress them all in beautiful things.
"Hello everyone!" he calls cheerily as he enters. He makes his way over to the empty tables and drops two large totes full of fabric, trim, and lace sample, as well as some odds and ends to be used for decoration. He leaves them be for now and leans against one of the tables, gesturing broadly at them all to show off his fresh suit to give them a taste of what's to come. "Nice to see you all enjoying yourselves on this fine day. Fancy some introductions before we get started on dressing you all today?"
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"I can take you through introductions." Lucifer comments as he approaches. "We have been drinking all morning, and there is food and drink if you need anything." He motions toward where those are tucked away. "Where do you want to start?"
I am the most slow I am sorry ;-;
Grabbing a small notebook from the inside chest pocket on his jacket, the tailor opens it and flips through it until he finds where he'd taken notes on the angels at Amelia's small gathering. He looks over a few pages quickly, then looks up at the angels again with an even wider grin.
"I know some of you are less enthused to see me today. So, let's start with introductions to those who do look forward to my services." He throws a wink at Lucifer and then gestures for the willing to come closer. "Don't be shy! My name is Alex and I am very excited to be here. I promise I have plenty of energy and enthusiasm to spare for any of you who lack it today."
Me too.
The boldness is refreshing and leaves Lucifer to watch which approaches first. He isn't surprised to see his daughter coming at them. She's all smiles and looks to Alex. "Good Luck! They are all yours."
Lucifer walks away to leave Alex to get a big hug the naked, curvy angel. Amartolosa is friendly and the platonic hug is just part of who she is. "Good morning, darling."
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"Good morning to you, too," he answers with a laugh. As they part from their hug, he smiles brightly back at the undeniable beauty standing before him. "I take it you're the excitable daughter I heard so much about? The flamboyant one, I believe was how you were described? If so, you'll be happy to hear I have many ideas for you already." Which he will not conveniently start flipping through his notebook to find, because yes.
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Of all the angels, this is the one that would be described as sweet, motherly, and in some ways child-like. She has an air about her that is joyful and protective. "I'd love to see them."
Not shy at all, she holds out an elbow to Alex, imagining they are off to the piles of fabric that he has brought along.
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"Do you have a favorite color? A style you at all prefer over others?" He puts a thumb in his notebook and closes it, looking up at her with a bright smile. "As you can see, I've got all my basics covered here, but I do have more in shop if these don't meet your expectations. Or if they happen to be the wrong type of fabric for what you'd like."
Releasing her arm, he quickly digs through the assorted fabrics one handed and pulls out two bolts of fabric to give her an idea of what he's got on hand.
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"Hmm..." She thinks about style. "Classic, feminine, girly, but revealing. I like short, keyhole cuts, backless works well with wings."
She runs her hands over the fabrics with a smile. "I like these. My partner's very tactile and my father mentioned that you could make something for my naga-form."
(hides in shame at how late this is but hello the sass master is in)
He's been thinking about the naga form since Lucifer mentioned it, and he's not quite certain he's got something that will be appropriate. That said, he's come up with something that at least fulfills some of her requests. It pleases him to no end to be ahead of the curve on this one!
Opening up his notebook, he flips a few pages to reveal a drawing of a rather striking backless dress. "It's not everything you've specified, but this is something I could make to fit either of your forms. The length can be adjusted easily enough, but I think this silhouette will look stunning on you."