#inspired by gitanjali ngl

[leviathans-watching]

the brothers as seasons

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

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a/n: i loved writing this sm u don't even understand. and this was brought to you by someone who gets the full scope of all four seasons in america lol. anyway, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come talk to me!!

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➳ lucifer is the coldest of the cold days in winter. pale blue skies, icy winds, sharply pointed icicles… his cool demeanor reminds you of a frozen lake, still in its beauty. there’s something ethereal about him, something fragile and wild and so, so dangerous

➳ mammon is the heat curling off the sidewalks, the sticky feeling of ice cream melting down your chin. his smile is brighter than the summer sun, almost blinding and his hand in yours is hotter than the inside of a car. he’s flip flops and beach towels and every day with him is sure to be an adventure, fun and free.

➳ levi is the determined flower buds and the sweet smell of spring. he’s the rich soil, the days warming sweetly, and the pale sun only now beginning to regain its strength. his touch is light and gentle, faintly trembling like a fawn just getting its legs under it, and you bask in his care.

➳ satan is the transition between winter and spring, the cold mornings and warm afternoons. in like a lion and out like a lamb. he, like the earth, thaws as you get to know him better, defrosting with a regal slowness that’s completely worth the wait.

➳ asmo is the vibrant colors of fall, bright and full of personality. he’s the apple orchards and pumpkin fields, sweet but not without a bit of spice. his witty personality feels like the first hint of cold weather, the leaves whipping about in the wind, and every moment with him is picturesquely perfect, much like the foilage that litters the land.

➳ beel is the lazy summer days, where the sun’s not quite so hot and the air’s got a nice breeze. he’s playing frisbee at the park, or the buzzing of the honeybees, and when you’re with him you feel this sense of perfect peace you doubt you’d ever feel anywhere - or with anyone - else.

➳ belphie is the cold rain of fall, when the swirling grey skies are warning you that snow’s almost here. he’s staying inside with a mug of tea, listening to the wind whip the trees, and the sense of security and comfort gleaned from that. his hugs are like a warm blanket, and you know no matter how bad it might get outside, with him you’re safe.

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