As they usually have a complicated life full of fights and pain, I want to give my OCs Cherosh and Raphael a calmer moment, so they won't break apart from all of the stress they have been through.
Raphael stirred, having dozed off in Cherosh's arm, and yawned for quite some time. His brother was still sitting outside with him, allowed him to lean against Cherosh's chest and was occupied with smoking, anyways. Nudging the other male lightly, Raphael got his attention back, making Cherosh stub out his cigarette now.
"How long did I sleep?" Raphael muttered, sitting up and leaning against Cherosh still. "Not too long. I don't exactly, but it couldn't be more than half an hour." The smaller nephilim nodded, nuzzling his face against Cherosh's chest again and sighed.
It had taken a long time before they had found each other again. Up to then, Raphael had literally gone through Hell, had dumped his soul mate after this ungrateful angel had told him they never could live together properly, and almost exausted himself to death just to find Cherosh. But his search was over now, and he was save.
It had been a little strange to see that Cherosh had beaten him half an inch growth-wise, but otherwise, they were pretty much the same. The same long, slender fingers, the tendency to be almost invisible despite the striking outside, and a common dislike of rain, as it had been connected with torture and death that often.
"Raphael?" Cherosh's husky voice brought back the smaller twin's attention, making him blush as he noticed this smirk on his brother's face. The taller nephilim was plotting something, of that he could be sure. "What is it?" he asked cautiously, fearing some stupid stunt again. "Just wanted to tell you that it will grow dark soon. We spent the whole day out here."
Being a little surprised, Raphael merely nodded slowly, then leaned against Cherosh once more. To distract himself from boredom, he began stroking along the many scars on Cherosh's skin, shuddering now and then as he couldn't help but to imagine what his brother had gone through. He had scars himself, but those of the invisible sort... and the wounds beneath them were much deeper.
Sadness took over Raphael's face, and he nuzzled even closer to Cherosh, as if he tried to hide himself from something. "Hey, everything alright?" He shook his head, as it wouldn't have made any sense to lie, anyways. Cherosh was able to read him like an open book;
his brother always had known how he felt, while Raphael often could only guess what was going on inside of Cherosh's head.
"If you worry about the past, you can tell me." Cherosh muttered, stroking softly over Raphael's head. The smaller nephilim nodded, flinching at a stinging pain in his chest. It was hard to forget about the dark angel... about what he had done to him... "Raphael, calm down. You are with me now, and no longer at this horrible place."
Raphael made a small, choked sound, then clung to Cherosh, trembling and tearing up. The taller nephilim smiled softly, then pulled his brother on his lap and into a close hug. "It's okay, Raphael... it's okay, I'm here. I will never let him hurt you again, I promise." Even if he was having a hard shell, Raphael alway got straight to the soft core. This connection always had been there, and never would be severed.
After a while, the sobs subsided, and Cherosh felt Raphael's body growing a little limp. Glancing down on the other nephilim, he saw how deep in thoughts Raphael was. "What are you thinking about?" The other nephilim shrugged, trailing the outlines of the scorpion tattoo on Cherosh's neck. "I don't know. It's all a mess."
Chuckling, the taller nephilim patted Raphael's head, then sighed and leaned back, squirming now and then at the tickling feeling of Raphael's fingertips on his skin. "Just relax. It has been a nice day so far, so... it would be bad if it got spoiled now."
Raphael nodded, after a while stopping to trail the black tattoo and nuzzling his head back against Cherosh's chest. "We stay outside tonight?" he muttered, obviously sleepy again. "Sure." Cherosh whispered back, and soon, the twins had fallen asleep.
After so much time,
alone and forgotten,
I'm safe in your arms
and can settle down.
I can relax with you, brother.
It has been so long
we were separated,
destiny played with us.
But now we can relax.
All those scars,
if on your body or my soul,
they heal as we calm down.
having been connected.
really having been alone.
In the safe embrace of you
I can sleep peacefully again.
We both had our hardship.
We both had pain to go through.
We both feel relaxation,
when we are finally together again.
It was a somehow cute sight to behold as Matthew found the twins sleeping like that beneath the tree. Even if the woods around the mansion had something threatening, the few trees close to the old building invited to settle down and just sleep.
As he watched them, tiredness rose inside him, and the necromancer scooted close to Cherosh. The nephilim stirred a little, smiling and wrapping one arm around Matthew. "Sleep on." the necromancer whispered, soon falling asleep himself.
With the two persons meaning the most to him close, Cherosh's inside calmed down as well. Raphael's slightly clinging hands were oddly soothing, just as Matthew's head against his shoulder.
After so much chaos and complicated situations, it was a sliver of Paradise to be able to sleep that peacefully. Even more with the ones close who completed one's aching heart to heal it.