Life is just a blur

Gerard/Rahatiel's POV

The sun shines, as always, and I'm alone in my home, painting.Everyone else is at the rehearsals or something else, I don't care about that.
I like being alon-
I feel someone's hands on my waist, and cold lips on my neck. I feel myself shivering at Semiazan's touch."Hey," he says, nibbling my earlobe.
"Heeey," I say, closing my eyes in pleasure.
"What are you painting?"
"The galaxy."
"It's so beautiful. You're the best."
I start giggling as he holds me tighter.
I turn around and start humming a song as I run my hand through his hair, and he smiles.
"I love your tattoos, Sem," I whisper, touching the words on his neck.
"Do you?" he asks me as he takes my small brush.
"Yeah..." I wonder what he wants to do with itHe dips it in the black paint and then asks me, "How are you feeling?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you feel when you're with me?" he smiles.
"I feel..." I should think about it or just say it? I feel light, full and bright. I feel "Alive. Very much alive."
"Very much alive," he says, as if he's tasting the words on his tongue, then puts his hand on my head, moving it back and starts writing on my neck with the brush.
"Very..." he moves the brush, "much..." I shiver because the paint is cold against my skin and I hear him dipping it again, "alive."
He takes a breath and looks at me. "This may hurt a bit," he says as he moves his index on the letters he just wrote. I suddenly feel like his finger is really hot, almost burning. "Done."
"Thank you," I say, smiling.
"My pleasure," he winks. "This isn't the normal way, but I know you're scared of needles, so I invented it."
"For me?" I ask, opening my eyes and feeling them watering. Someone did something just for me. This is incredible."For you," he says, holding my hand.
We stay like this for some minutes, me painting with my right hand and holding him with the left. Then, someone comes in.
"Rahatiel?" Barman calls me as he sees us, "Who's he?"
"As if you didn't know," I sigh. Barman, you're the angel of intelligence, I don't think you need proof.
"Semiazan, chief demon of fallen angels. Why is he here?" He opens his right hand as if he is stopping himself, "HOW is he here? He is evil!"
Semiazan laughs. "I'm better than you think," he says, "Oh, Lix Tetrax says 'hi'. We can't be here at the same moment."
"You know her?" I turn around and ask Semiazan.
"Yup," he says, popping the 'p'. Then adds, as if he knew what my next question would be, "She's a fallen angel, I'm their chief. I create them, but she created herself, and now she's my advisor."
I nod. Barman grunts, "I'll leave you alone now," he points at me "We need to talk." Then he goes away.
Semiazan and I go out and run together on the grass. I open my arms, my eyes closed, wind in my hair and feeling as if I were flying.
Suddenly, I fall down and I squint my eyes more waiting for the pain I will feel.
But I don't feel any pain. Instead, when I open my eyes I see Semiazan looking directly at me, holding me in his arms.He smiles. "Are you okay?" he asks me.
I nod, and he kisses me on the cheek, lightly. "I must go now, I'll see you tomorrow?" he asks, hope in his eyes.
I feel my cheek burning exactly where he put his lips. "Yeah."
He puts me on the grass and fixes my hair. "Bye, angel."
"See you tomorrow, sugar," I say, waving at him.
I run home, my hand on my cheek, still burning. He kissed me. He kissed me, and I don't feel worthless anymore.
"Rahatiel?" Barman calls me and I turn around. He's under a tree, reading a book. I walk to him and sit down, resting my head on my hand.
"Who was he?" he asks.
I make a "uuuuhhh" sound, not really knowing what to say. I move my hands trying to explain, and he opens his eyes more, touching my cheek and then my neck.
"What are those?" he asks, looking scared
"This is a tattoo," I point at my neck, "and this is... my cheek?" I didn't understand his question.
"There's a burn on your cheek, Rahatiel."
"A burn?" I stand up and run home, I hear him following me.
I grab a mirror and look at myself. There's a red burn on it.
I unbutton my shirt, to see other burns on my body, where he touched me.
Why? I didn't feel any pain, Semiazan's touch is so light...
"He's a demon," Barman says, "He is fire."
"But I love him! And he loves me! He kissed me on the cheek today."
"Rahatiel, angels and demons feel emotion in different ways. You feel light when you're in love, they feel strong. They feel like they've got fire inside themselves," he pauses. "You can't be together."
"WHY? Why can't we?" I scream, "He's the only thing keeping me here! I'm completely worthless, I can't even be considered an angel!" I throw the mirror against the wall and its pieces go everywhere, cutting my jaw. "Why can't we be together?"
"Rahatiel," he sighs, "He will burn the heart out of you. Literally."
He holds me in his arms, tightly, then he wipes the blood from my jaw with his thumb, healing the cut."You're not worthless, Rahatiel. You don't even realize how helpful you are. Humans use your stars to learn where to go, you save lives. You're their guiding light."
I start crying, feeling too many emotions at once.
He lifts me up and puts me on my bed, then he kisses my forehead.

"I'm sure he loves you, Rahatiel."

Notes

[acts as if I didn't quote Moriarty]
Flashback chapter!
Shit will be going down (down in a earlier round?) (Patrick no)!
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-Sara