sirenspull_logs | From the day we arrive on the planet

Who: Zachariah and Magneto
When: Backdated to Friday evening
Where: Casa de los Archangeles
Summary: One of Zach's faces is a lion. Feline bonding with the pets ensues. Magneto qualifies.
Warnings: ZACHARIAH BEING CUTE. SHIELD YOUR EYES.

The time he's spent in port so far has been - he wouldn't go so far as to say busy, because he always keeps busy. Unexpected, filled with unusual if not unprecedented arrangements.

Zachariah likes to keep occupied. He's moved in, such as he needs to - rearranging the office the way he likes it, putting one tacky paper lantern in the sitting room for a dash of color - and the next order of business is examining every inch of his new home, sans the floor actually reserved for Michael. Which is when he finds the lion cubs, fur slightly tacky with dust and sweat, because poofing them through the angel dry-clean after they jump in the mud is not really sufficient hygiene for young cats. Soon he's in a heap with them on the grass, one sprawled over his lap as he brushes her, the other squirming beside him, getting a proper bath from the invisible lion's tongue of his Grace.

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"Gosh, I'm pretty," Zachariah answers wryly. "I should really get some ties in that color."

"It would probably match the suit, yes." He had a smile as well, because other than Lucifer that hadn't gone over so well with anyone. And yes, they angels were pretty. Very pretty.

In the old days, Zachariah visited a few prophets who could see his true from in more detail than Magneto, and being prophets, naturally they wrote it down. Even if most people don't take it literally anymore, he's become far more adjusted to the idea of being seen that way than most angels.

"And what about yourself?"

"For the most part, Michael Xavier is what everyone knows me as. A few call me Erik. I. I don't really have a name I'm attached to. What name I had I lost a long time ago." Which had left him floundering for who he was.

"Michael calls you Erik," he observes quietly.

"He used to call me Michael." His jaw ticked, because it bothered him, in ways he didn't know how to explain, or whether he should protest. "And my granddaughter calls me 'Maggie'. Just pick something, I suppose."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Xavier, perhaps, if you're keen keeping it restricted. There's really only one Michael to me."

That offer, however well intended, just made an awkward conversation even worse, and he fidgeted a bit, playing with the cub.

"Xavier in public, I would be grateful. In private..." He trailed off, floundering.

It wasn't quite well-intentioned, though it hadn't been malicious either. Zachariah wanted to see Magneto's reaction, and he'd gotten one.

"Calm down, sparky. I'm an accommodating guy, we'll figure out something that works."

Normally, he'd say 'I am calm'. But Lucifer had firmly broken him of the habit of even those types of lies.

"Funny. I wouldn't have said I overly cared before."

"Sometimes these things sneak up on you." He finally lets Gale run off and flop over Magneto as well. "No pressure. Shoot me a memo when you decide."

This really had. It was something to puzzle over, but he had one squirming cub in his lap, eager to play now her sister was there, and both cubs where a lapfull. Gale stood up in his lap, butting her forehead against him, making a rather pitiful whine, as if telling on Zachariah. "I know Gale, I know. He made you all clean, you poor little thing." While Michael and Lucifer tended to speak to them in Enochain, Magneto tended to stick to Herbew, as he did now. Curie joined her sister in standing up in his lap and they leaned against him, so he let them push him over so they could play.

"I will." He didn't look over at Zachariah, not out of disrespect but because the cub need his attention.

It's strange, because to Zachariah, looking away is the respectful gesture. He understands human norms are different, but it hardly matters in either case: the cubs obviously take priority. He watches Magneto baby them with something like contentment.

"Fair warning, I may stick with Sparky till then. It suits."

Typically he looks at whoever he is speaking to, either not making eye contact, or with his head respectfully bowed, rather than not looking at him at all.

But yes, the cubs take priority, they have since Michael Created them. Curie attempts to pounce on him but she doesn't have the space to do it properly so she took his hand in her mouth and shook his arm. Thus far, she's not once put her teeth to his skin, so he didn't mind, letting her tug on him.

He lifts his other hand away from the cubs and flicks sparks between his fingers. "It does."

Gale promptly bounds after the sparks, and Zachariah chuckles softly. "They must love that."

"They do."

And, this, this is why he's so...drawn to Lucifer. Because the sparks he's throwing are mostly light - and once Gale starts trying to pounce on them, that's all they are. Threads and sparks and little orbs of light that cubs can try to catch.

Even if it means he has a still-growing-into-her-paws-Curie flopping on his stomach, limbs splayed as she tries.

From the day we arrive on the planet

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