Karol Vasconcelos

“In vain, I love you; in vain, the dawn streaming onto you, beside me; in vain, I want to be yours, your angel. Angel of love, angel of Michael.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Whispering — “I daydream of you, of loving you.”
“How do you love me?”
“Like this.” Yearning mouth — it’d press soft to the smooth of his tunic. “Like a flower, like a symphony, trapped in my throat, like you’re an eternity, and I need you in my veins.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Your beloved what, exactly? Beloved friend? Brother?”
“Simply my beloved.” Michael smiled back, grand but sleepy, before he swung up to sit again. He scooted even closer to Lucifer, chuckling warm, perhaps at the confusion on the other’s irises and brows and mouth. “My beloved Lucifer.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Haven’t you ever wondered why Father is so strict about our subservience? It’s because disobedience is creation,” a shivering breath, “create with me, Michael, and let’s call it sin.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man