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Post by Archer Michaels on Jan 30, 2012 16:27:19 GMT 1
Archer Michaels, or so he was called by the people here on earth, walked down the lonely street carrying his guitar case in his hand. The elementals had made it rain so the streets were damp and warm. His thick motorcycle boots made wet sounds at they made contact with the damp surface of the street. Since he was an angel, he was allowed by the centaur to be on the restricted side of the fence. There was an opening in it that the teenagers kept breaking through where he knew he could get in. Of course it was guarded but the creature there knew who Archer was. Archer was not himself today. Or perhaps he was more himself today than he normally was. It was very difficult for Michael the Archangel to walk away from his God, his father in heaven and turn his back on him. Right now he missed heaven and he missed his best true friend and lover in heaven. He was certain he was dead. Many of the Archangels that were left on earth were murdered by demons shortly after the apocalypse occurred. No one knew about Michael and Metradon unless they were in Heaven or from there. No one in New Vegas knew about his sorrow and how he longed for his eternal companion. It was this lonely aching feeling that caused Archer to need the solitude associated with the park. He needed to feel something he could only feel as himself, Michael the Archangel, not Archer Michaels. He walked slowly, taking in the sweet air that seemed to saturate the park thanks to the elementals who cared for it. He was sure to follow the path that had been made by the creatures who lived in this place so he could not disturb more that anyone should. He walked until he reached the lake by the waterfall. He knew if the centaur saw him there he would leave him be. He sat down on the large flat rock and laid his guitar case next to him. It was with tender, loving care that he opened the case and removed his guitar. He laid it across his lap and picked at the strings. He sat there, just relaxing as he unwound and became more aware of who he was on the inside. His memories of Metradon flooded his thoughts and he felt a deep and aching sorrow. He began to let it out the only way he knew how, with a song. Archers song trailed off as sadness consumed him and he could no longer make the words come out. He laid the guitar in the case and closed it genlty. He pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them, wrapping his arms around his legs. He let out a shuddering breath and let the tears fall where they may. He felt eyes on him and thought it must be the centaur and knew he wouldn't bother him. The only other creatures in this part of the park were other fable creatures and angels, and he had not seen another angel in this part of the park for weeks... |
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Post by Matt Donovan on Jan 31, 2012 23:19:06 GMT 1
Metradon, now Matt Donovan had entered the city. He did not announce his arrival and presence loudly with word or deed. He was only one, not enough to openly challenge the darkness of the world. He had always walked softly amongst men, nurturing the light within them and his ministrations whilst not unnoticed by the darker forces were too pervasive to be pinned down. His past mortality had left him with a gentler touch than the angels of the Host, but it was a villain's last and fatal mistake to believe that the Angel of Life was any less deadly than his kin.
It was the rumours that had drawn him to this city, they had been too persistent, the feeling too intense to deny... Archangels. Death himself resided here or so it was said. And others. Matt wanted news from heaven, of the war and of Sandalphon and Michael. Matt held on to the light of hope, for in his heart he felt that if Michael had fallen in battle, then heaven would have fallen with him, and the comets with burning wings that pierced the night sky as they fell from heaven were testament to the ongoing battle. That Michael himself might be in New Vegas, well Matt had to see for himself just how that could be possible.
He walked the city streets and breathed in the warm damp air, far more pleasant than the desert dust. The soft sounds of a guitar caught lingeringly in the warm night breeze, the music slow and sad, carried far from its source. The fading notes caught at Matt's heart, so much pain clung to every dying echo, it pulled at his heartstrings as pain always did, calling him to reach out to another soul, to offer comfort and to take away the pain. Sometimes it was all he could do just to offer a hand to hold, a shoulder to weep upon, but no kindness was too small as to be unworthy, and his own pain was not so simply soothed.
His heart had been torn in twain when he had descended to earth and the half of it lay still in heaven with Michael. But was Michael still in heaven? Matt followed the lilting tune, catching now the song and a voice that made his heart leap. He stood against the fence, senses stretching to hear as the words choked and stopped, half certain it must be some trap or trick, a demonic taunt, meant to ensnare those who came looking, but the other half of him knew better. Such heights of beauty and depths of sorrow, such longing and pain... could only come from the heart of an angel. He did not know how it could be possible, but it was the truth, Michael was here.
Silence had fallen again and Matt felt a stab of fear. What if he was wrong? Would his heart break? He searched anxiously for an way past the fence, uncertain of the welcome he would receive from the fables beyond it as he pushed through the break in the perimeter. He moved along the lightly traversed path, the sound of running water growing louder. The Sanctuary was a paradise of beauty, filled with fragrant scents and the rare sounds of the night, but Matt had eyes and ears only for the forlorn shape seated by the water.
He had no breath to speak or cry out and with a reckless joy he had nigh forgotten, he willed himself to Michael's side. Metradon sank to his knees beside Michael, his delicate hands cupping Michael's tear-stained face as he kissed away the tears from his cheeks, his own tears flowing freely now as his joy overflowed. Michael had grown only more beautiful is absence and Metradon knew, even for Father, he could never bear to be parted from his true companion ever again.
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Post by Archer Michaels on Feb 1, 2012 3:50:46 GMT 1
The breeze was moist and warm, the grass and leaves glistened with the remnants of the morning rain. The soft sounds of footsteps echoed through the meadow. Heavy footsteps. It could not be a human, it must be the centaur, or so Michael thought and didn’t look up at the approaching creature. He knew the centaur could possibly be concerned about his friend who brought him clothing for when the fable animals turned human for a short time each day, so he didn’t look up. He took a deep breath and prepared to assure Giovanni that he was fine, just having a hard day.
Before the words could even play out in his mind, he realized the footsteps were only coming in two’s. It was at that moment that a tall humanoid body knelt before him. His face was cupped by the gentlest hands he had ever felt since….His eyes flew to the face that was now kissing his tears. He could not see him but he smelled that unmistakable scent of his….
Archers hands flew to the face of the man kissing his tears and he gently pulled it away. His eyes searched the deep endless bleached blue pools that adorned the face of his eternal companion. His eyes were filled with confusion. God had lied. He had lied about him dying. But why? He didn’t know, he was finding out that God lied about a lot of things. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His arms flew around his world, his life, his breath. “Metradon…oh, my Metradon.” He sobbed as new tears fell down his cheeks. This time they were not tears of longing and sorrow but tears of joy and celebration. He clung to the broad muscular shoulders of his forever love and shook with sobs of relief. “You found me…by the stars…you found me…” It was like he had taken his first breath after holding it since the moment he last saw Metradon.
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Post by Matt Donovan on Feb 2, 2012 1:07:43 GMT 1
Michael was filled with sorrow and confusion and Metradon brushed it away with the gentle touch of his lips. He sighed softly as Michael held his face and delved into his eyes, with eyes bluer than blue washing his soul clean of all his doubts and fears. His heart was whole once again and his smile for Michael was as the sun rising after an aeon of darkness. “My fierce, beautiful Michael...” he murmured as he folded into Michael's arms, those same strong arms that had held him since the beginning, more home to him than even heaven.
“How could I not? I knew you would come for me... I always knew. I was born to heaven in your arms, no force in creation could separate us for long my beloved.” He kissed Michael's lips, a seal of love on the truth of his words and took him in his arms, holding him tightly as Michael sobbed and shuddered against him. The night was suddenly filled with beauty and hope, the scents sweeter, the sounds more musical, and the world itself had become in that moment a better place.
“No more despair my beloved.” Metradon whispered into Michael's ear, his breath warm and sweet against his cheek. Michael had endured so much, Metradon could feel the old pain like unhealed wounds on Michael's heart, all the way back to the moment of their separation. He ran his fingers through Michael's hair, his touch lighter even than the night breeze, “You can heal now. Nothing will ever part us again.” His fingers lightly caressed down Michael's back, even through his clothes Metradon could trace every feather of his wings from memory alone. “I promise.”
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Post by Archer Michaels on Feb 2, 2012 6:23:58 GMT 1
Suddenly the world was alive with music. The bees hummed a rhythmic base, the birds whistled a happy melody, the brook drummed against the rocks. It all melded together in one sweet symphony of nature. It was a performance that Archer’s ears had been deaf to since he thought he lost his eternal companion.
It reminded him who walked in beauty, art and muse. The veil that muted the vibrant pulsating colors of the world was lifted, revealing a rainbow of colors in every shade imaginable surrounding the joyous angel.
“The father said that Demons took you, took the light from my heart, the breath from my lungs, the earth from my feet…” fresh tears dripped from his eyes but his sobs subsided so that he was able to speak.
That ability to speak quickly faded as his erogenous zone was traced by delicate fingers. He inhaled sharply and let out a whimpering gasp. His own hands found their way to the slightly raised lines of color that adorned the other angel’s back where his wings would have been.
His expert fingers found the path they used to travel, oh so long ago. His lips made their way to the perfect Elvin bow that was Metradon’s delicate mouth and entrapped it in a passionate reunion.
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Post by Matt Donovan on Feb 2, 2012 7:55:06 GMT 1
Metradon hesitated momentarily in confusion. Father had said he had been destroyed? How could that be possible? Troubling thoughts flashed through his mind, how could Father have been mistaken? could he have lied? If Michael had thought him dead then why had he come to earth? “What demon could be strong enough to sever the bond between us?” he sighed, and he let the unwelcome thoughts wash away on Michael's tears of joy that were a sweet rain to Metradon, each a precious jewel that spoke of their eternal companionship.
He moaned softly when Michael whimpered at his touch. Oh it had been too long since he had held and touched his lover like this. How he had longed to hear the soft sounds of his pleasure and to feel him respond to his touch. His fingers continued to move in their soft caress and his own breath caught in his throat as Michael's hands, so strong and sure, and yet still so gentle found that most sensitive part of his own earthly body and began a caress that drew forth from him a shuddering moan before Michael passionately claimed his lips.
Metradon was drowning in the sweet taste of Michael's mouth, the scent of his intoxicating breath flooding his senses. His tongue played across Michael's in a hot caress as he tasted deeply of all his beloved offered. Still on his knees, pressed against Michael's taut and muscular chest, his awareness of their surroundings melted away as the scent and taste and touch of Michael became once again his entire world. His hands found their way beneath Michael's shirt and his fingers moved yet more intimately along the angelic contours of his bare flesh.
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Post by Archer Michaels on Feb 3, 2012 7:38:46 GMT 1
Passion threatened to get the better of Michael. It was all he could do not to strip his clothing off just so he could feel Metradon’s warm smooth skin against his own. However, he was afraid someone would see them. It was at that very moment that he heard the steady clip clop of an equine cantor. Without letting go of Metradon, he turned his head to see the most magnificent creature he had ever seen on earth.
The centaur stood 17 hands high at the shoulder. From there down he was a stunning chocolate brown stallion, his rich coat glistened in the sun while his muscles rippled and twitched under his sun warmed coat. From the shoulders of the horse, part of him and up, he was like unto a Greek god. His muscles were sculpted like a fine work of art, his skin was naturally olive toned and generously kissed by the sun. His eyes were a bright smoky-grey that spoke more than words ever could. On his head was thick black wavy hair that fell in messy curls around his ears. In his hand, he held a spear that looked like he had fashioned from a rod iron fence post.
Michael stiffened slightly at the sight of the centaur’s defensive stance but he met those smoke grey eyes with his own bleached blue orbs and bowed his head slightly. He looked at Metradon when the centaur pointed at him and visions of questioning invaded his head. Michael kept his eyes on his lover and smiled. “This is my heart.” He stated simply, “It’s ok Thunder, you can trust him; he is an angel like me.” His eyes traveled every centimeter of Metradon’s face as he spoke, as if he was reacquainting himself with it. “I trust him with every part of me. He is my world.”
It was then that he turned his eyes back on the creature of legend and smiled. The spear had dropped to his side, he smiled softly, and thoughts of the beauty of love invaded Michaels mind. “Yes, it is beautiful.” Michael smiled then images of the children of legendary creatures peering at the two angels in their joyful reunion through the hedges nearby appeared in his mind. He could hear giggles and could not help but snicker. Thunder was worried about the children seeing him and Metradon sharing intimacy.
He watched as Thunder pointed toward the waterfall, his eyes followed the direction he was pointing and the image of a cave came into his mind. “I never knew there was a cave there.” He laughed when Thunder huffed as if he was saying ‘Of course you didn’t, why would you know?’ Michael saw the vision of himself and Metradon going into the cave from behind the shrubbery on the other side and nodded. “Thank you my friend.” He laughed again when Thunder pointed at his own two eyes then pointed at Michael and Metradon as if to say, ‘I’m watching you’ before he turned and cantered off back into the seclusion of the vegetation surrounding the meadow.
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Post by Matt Donovan on Feb 4, 2012 0:05:07 GMT 1
Metradon was already lost to his passion, Michael was his world and he had come home at last. He had waited too long for his lover to return to him to have any hesitation or reticence for the moment of their reunion and his fingers continued their intimacy unabashed and oblivious to the fable's approach until Michael himself turned his head to look. He gasped as Michael broke their kiss, his silken lips still parted, moist and kiss swollen. He felt Michael stiffen and followed his gaze with his own, surprised to take in the glorious beauty of the fable creature that towered over them. He looked on it with wonder and without fear, his pale eyes still holding a compassionate innocence that the millennia had not touched.
He continued to hold Michael close. Whilst he had ceased for the moment his caress, he could not bring himself to entirely relinquish his contact with his celestial companion and the feel of Michael against him was his anchor and his joy. Metradon's face shone with a blissful contentment under the eyes of his beloved as Michael spoke to the fable, his eyes mirrors to Michael's own, promising the truth of every word Michael spoke as if it had come from his own mouth. Every glance was a caress and he sighed softly as Michael looked back toward the radiant fable creature.
He rested his head on Michael's shoulder and shuddered lightly against him in pent up anticipation even as he looked again toward the magnificent creature that his companion had called friend. He heard now the rustling and the pitched sounds of innocent stifled laughter and he realised bashfully at last the error that he had been about to commit, and he who had been a keeper of the Tree of Knowledge. He laughed softly at himself and lowering his eyes demurely he offered the centaur a small bow of his head also as it turned and retreated again into its seclusion.
“A cave my beloved?” Metradon murmured into Michael's ear, his voice soft and breathy. He wanted to embrace his companion without thought or inhibition, a love as unstinting as ever they had shared before. “We have been forced to wait too long already my heart...” Metradon rose fluidly to his feet drawing Michael with him. He brushed a hand to Michaels cheek, “...let the waiting be over.“
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Post by Archer Michaels on Feb 4, 2012 7:25:48 GMT 1
Every sigh, every breath, every touch was in invitation to take his lover in his arms and get lost in his angelic embrace. Michael knew Metradon so well that he could tell you the number of hairs on his entire body, the number of darker blue flecks in those bright pale blue eyes, and ever single erogenous zone on his magnificent body. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands through that soft as silk hair, gaze into his beautiful eyes and play his lips over each and every erogenous zone he had. Waiting any longer than it would take to get to the cave beyond the majestic waterfall. The cave promised a seclusion that would give him Metradon all to himself. It promised a magic that he had not felt since the last time Metradon left his bed. The cave…Metradon…alive…Michael…alive… alone together for the first time in what seemed like an eternity to the Archangel.
A broad grin spread across his face. Michael had the kind of smile that was more contagious than a yawn in a room full of sleepy people. One could not help but feel the light that radiated from his handsome grin. He grabbed Metradon’s hand and quickly leaned in and kissed in soundly before letting go and running off toward the cave. His gate was graceful like that of a gazelle. He leapt the narrow part of the bank and sprinted up the nearly invisible path toward the sweet berry bushes that grew wild along either side of the bubbling waterfall. He spotted the opening and ducked in behind the water and into a cave that was as large as a master bedroom. In the center was a raised flat surface that was covered with sweet soft grass. He could not help but giggle as he began pulling his clothing off and tossing it to the ground.
Moved elsewhere….check your PM Matt…
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