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support and comfort - Michifer

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Michael/Lucifer
[Michifer]

Even though it was cold around him, he was not freezing at all.
Something - no, someone - was lying close to him, keeping him comfortably warm with his presence and touches.
Michael moved closer to Lucifer and leaned his head against his younger brothers chest and closed his eyes, getting lost inside the warm aura his grace sended through the cage.
He hummed lightly when he felt the other ones hand on his head, softly stroking his messy, pitch black hair.
He loved it when he used to do that. It made him feel save and loved.
Also, he felt like he was allowed to show that he was vulnerable as well.
Back in the days he lived in heaven and raised his siblings he had always been the older one, the one that took care over the young angels, the one that had to raise them ... He never actually had something similair to a childhood.
As soon as he was older than 8 god gave him Lucifer and told him he had to take care over him.
That was nothing he had a problem with, he was happy and excited to have a younger brother but ... He never thought that he would raise him alone. He though their father would take care over him as well, but he didn't. He continued to work on his new creation - the planet earth with all its creatures, cultures and places ... He never payed attention to his first child, he only cared about the other ones.
When Lucifer - or literally everyone else except for Michael - did something wrong it was "okay" and "just a mistake, don't cry, those things happen all the time!" and their father calmed them down, but when Michael did something wrong ... Well, let's say that it was nicer down there in the cage than at the place when his father would get angry with him.
He used to yell at him and Michael didn't even want to remember half of those words he said to him.
He shivered, the memories started to make him feel weak and he felt how his body started to shake; a weird feeling being created inside his guts that felt like his heart was beating slower and weren't working as well as it should.
Then, suddenly, it started to beat even faster. Faster than it should.
Michael started panting and quickly clenched his fists in Lucifers shirt, pulled him closer and hid himself behind him; pressing his face inside the crook of his neck.

"Huh?" Lucifer watched his older brother in confusion and started to stroke over his shoulder blades. "Micha ... Hey, Mikey" Everytime he felt like the dark haired archangel would feel upset he started to call him by their childhood nicknames, to calm him down. Surprisingly it worked all the time.
"Shh, what is wrong? Is everything alright?"
"Y-yes ..." The older one answered while he shook his head at he same time.
"Yes or no? Please tell me if something is wrong, I just want to help you ..."
"You want to help me?" He asked shyly, still hiding his face inside the crook of the blonde ones neck.
"Of course I wanna help you, Mike." He softly kissed him on his hair and continued to stroke over is shoulders.
"Then ... Please just stay close ... I- I need some comfort ..."
"As you wish."

Some time later Michael actually calmed down.
Now he was only lying in the arms of the fallen angel, drawing pattern inside his big, soft and blood red wings that he wrapped around them to make Michael feel save.
His head was still leaning against the taller ones shoulder and he felt that someone was watching him.
When the soldier looked up he saw into Lucifers face and smiled. "Thank you for being here ... Even though you have no reason to help me ..."
"I would always help you, no matter what will happen."