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[quis_ut_deus]

Who: Michael and open!
Where: The grounds.
When: Sunday, aka the last day of the Spontaneous and Embarrassing Singing event.
Rating: PG, to be updated as needed.
Summary: Being a member of the Heavenly Choir doesn't necessarily make one eager to sing their heart out anywhere and everywhere; but, being in Wonderland, one doesn't often get a choice in the matter.
The Story:

It's hard to ignore that there's an event on with people breaking into song left and right, but Michael tries his hardest to do exactly that. The ubiquitous plaques demanding honesty are easy enough to dismiss - they are, at least, quiet - but the archangel isn't willing to risk being dragged into someone else's musical number. Heaven holds many secrets. He avoids the mansion, spending the weekend in his preferred spots on the grounds.

No matter how effectively he avoids the others, though, he can't hide from his own in-built inclination for song. Eventually, he cracks:

There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from god
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
Till we come face to face
Till we come face to face

He knows his way in the dark
Mine is the way of the Lord
Those who follow the path of the righteous
Shall have their reward
And if they fall
As Lucifer fell
The flames
The sword!

Michael blinks back surprise. Compared to his true voice, John's own is lacking - if not exactly unpleasant. If he's fortunate, no one will have been in earshot to comment on it.

[[OOC: for your listening pleasure.]]

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[quis_ut_deus]

[Michael's wings stiffen. Ah, of course he has an audience, and of course it's Lucifer; this is, after all, Wonderland. At least he can take solace in knowing that he didn't treat the other to anything more than a borrowed human voice, he supposes.

However convincing or emotional he'd managed to make the words sound, his expression holds only the usual contempt when he faces the other archangel.]

Were you expecting an olive branch?

[While he's never thought of Lucifer as outright stupid, he may have to employ that word and several of its synonyms if his brother thought he'd be willing to put aside their Father's orders.]

[dissemble]

[Lucifer is preparing a speech in his head, to point out the uselessness of Michael making threats like that- how nothing will work out for him, and what reward have you received for your justness lately, Michael?

It angers him that Michael can show such devotion to a Father who has abandoned them, and who would have done what he did to Lucifer in the first place. Their Father did not deserve that loyalty.

But when he opens his mouth to object, to use his words to paint the world in a certain way (as he was best at), the words do not come. Instead, in a wavering voice he sings.]

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top.
I climbed the tree to see the world,
When the gusts came around to blow me down I
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me-

And I built a home, for you, for me--

Until it disappeared,
from me
from you--

[He closes his mouth with a snap, staring at Michael. This is the fist time Wonderland has taken control of his will in such a way, and he does not like it. Even more does he dislike the contents of the song. His feelings for Michael are his own, whatever they are. His Father had taught him that affection was not permanent, and Michael had reinforced that when he had cast him down, then Caged him. Lucifer was no fool.

And deep down, barely concealed, Lucifer burns with shame anger that Michael should have to hear his vessel's voice; imperfect and wavering as all human voices are. His true voice had been so much more beautiful, once.]

[quis_ut_deus]

[Justness, of course, is its own reward. Neither is it their place to judge their Father; God was above them and their judgement both. These are absolute truths to Michael. Time and time again, Lucifer fails to win him over because he bases his arguments in a mindset that Michael can't understand or accept. Hadn't it been Lucifer, after all, who had first put aside affection and brotherhood to pursue his own ends?

Song is less direct than Michael cares for, and it takes him a moment of standing and tense wing-twitching to process the lyrics. He's almost suprised he doesn't break out into song again himself when he speaks, glad that his voice remains firm:]

That was a long time ago. If you're feeling nostalgic for times past, remind yourself that it was your own actions that brought an end to them.

[It's more than Lucifer's voice that had been beautiful, once, but hearing Nick's voice raised in song, wavering and imperfect as Lucifer's had never been, drives home how much of his brother has been lost.]

[dissemble]

[The song has him feeling off balance- too exposed and vulnerable to say the words he'd like to say. Damn Wonderland it it's singing.]

Would you rather I forgot it all? Have you?

I'll take that as my cue to initiate a duet.

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[Forgetting isn't a mercy archangels are permitted. Michael remembers their younger years as though they were yesterday rather than thousands of years past - for an immortal, there's little difference between a day and a millennium. He's heard that Wonderland has a hunger for memories but it has yet to sink its teeth into anything significant of his. (He almost, almost wishes it would. It's only pride that holds him back.)

So yes, he remembers, and it seems to him this isn't the first time Lucifer has demanded to know if he does. Maybe it's because he refuses to leave it at that, a simple I remember. He lacks Lucifer's talent for twisting his words but he makes up for it with his ability to throw up walls: I remember, but it's no longer relevant; I remember, but our Father's orders trump nostalgia.

Maybe Wonderland finds something dishonest about that variety of answer, because instead of the carefully-worded roadblock he'd intended, he lifts his voice in song again:]

You're the night to my day
And the left to my right
The blood to my veins
And the dark to my light
The stop to my start
And the constant beat to my heart

/o/

[dissemble]

[Lucifer finds his hands are clenched at his side and forces them to relax- he refuses to consider that this conversation has him so tense that his vessel is being physically affected. Lucifer is in control of himself, as he always is.

He considers simply leaving. It would take a thought, and he could spare Michael the drudgery of parroting their Father's orders at him once more. How many times will his brother use that excuse in the cage, while they pass eternity trapped in that hole? Ten thousand times? Ten million?

Or will Father pluck Michael out, and reward his faithful sonship? Even as Michael opens his mouth to reply, Lucifer is certain that will never happ-

It takes a moment to register the words his brother sings. Even when he does understand them, it takes a moment more before the shock sets in. He cannot be hearing what Michael is singing.

And in spite of his surprise, and despite his horror at having Michael hear again the voice of his vessel raised in imperfect song, when Michael stops Lucifer answers-]

The sun to my moon
And the stars in my sky
The hot to my cold
And the black to my white
The rain to my thunderclouds
And the truth in my lies

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[As surprised as he is to hear Lucifer's vessel raise his voice again, he's even more surprised to find himself effortlessly picking up where his brother left off when he stopped:]

So tell me what you want to see
Cos everything I want to be
Is there in your reflection shining up right back at me

So let me, in perfect symmetry
Be my everything
If you just let me in perfect symmetry
Only you can make me feel complete

[Michael is thoroughly horrified with himself and his apparent inability to stop singing. He had thought, above all his virtues, self-control was his foremost. To be robbed of that disturbs him in a way that little else ever has.

He considers what he could do to regain control. If it's truly honesty that Wonderland wants, being in Lucifer's presence will do him no good. As many angry words as they have exchanged and continue to exchange, there is just as much that's gone unsaid. Flying off, then, seems the only option - and one Michael refuses to take. He lacks the second half of the fight or flight response, and is far too proud to run besides that.]

[dissemble]

[When Michael continues the song instead of fleeing or attacking him, Lucifer decides to make the most of this. Michael is clearly as displeased with not being in control as he is, but he has not left, and Wonderland at least seems to think that they share some similar emotions regarding each other.

As he echoes his brother's words, he walks closer.]

In perfect symmetry
Be my everything
If you just let me in perfect symmetry
Only you can make me feel complete

[They used to do this often, Before. Singing together, or simply for the pleasure of of the other. He is ready to defend himself, should his brother decide that violence is the only solution now.]

[quis_ut_deus]

[Michael lifts his wings and splays his flight feathers in warning as Lucifer approaches, but he doesn't act on the threat. Lucifer and his singing are a source of distress, but not the target he wants to attack. That honour is reserved for his vessel's vocal chords.

He could snap them away, he thinks. Would that actually stop the singing, or would Wonderland simply compel him to use his true voice instead?

It's not something he's sure he wants to risk. Hearing their vessels' voices is reminder enough of what they once shared. To hear it from his own voice would be a distraction from what he remembers even more clearly than that: Lucifer turning his back on their family. Fortunately, it's a gamble he doesn't have to take. He finds that, for the moment, he's free to use John's voice as he pleases again.]

Are you satisfied yet?

[The confusion is gone from both his tone and his expression, replaced with irritation.]

[dissemble]

[Most days, Lucifer does not think of heaven. This is not from any conscious effort- just habit. In the Cage it had hurt too much to think of the betrayal, and most days now he gains nothing to think of What Had Been Before.

He remembers now. He remembers a time when there had been no need for deception, and he and his brother had seen each other as they truly were, and spoken their thoughts without fear of rejection or rebuke.

How naive they had been.

The anger that has smouldered in Lucifer since he was cast down is stoked a little more, thinking of how their Father has ruined this between them. Michael should never have been set against him. Can he be satisfied like this?]

Of course not.

[There are other words he might say, if he had not already learned that vulnerability was not a strength.]