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I wrote a post like this before (here) but forgot to post the little mini-fic I wrote between the two based off this exact idea of Michael teaching Adam enochian, so here ya go:
They had been at this for hours.
Well, maybe not hours.
Truthfully Adam had lost track of time ever since Michael had started trying to teach him Enochian at breakfast this morning. Adam had been good at learning the letters and how to write them and all that, it was just the pronunciations he was struggling with.
“Gon Untal Ungaluntal” Michael states confidently.
“Gone Un-Tall Un-Gala-Tall?” Adam repeats less confidently.
Adam already knows that he got it wrong purely based on the look on Michael’s face, a look that’s very understanding even though Adam is flat-out butchering Michael’s native language.
The archangel can be surprisingly patient when the one he has to be patient for is his human. If it were anyone else, Adam has a sneaking suspicion that Michael would have thrown them out of a window already.
After repeating phrase after phrase and syllable after syllable all day, as well as learning the entire enochian alphabet multiple times, Adam finally feels at least the slightest confidence in his know of the angelic language.
As a final test, Michael slides a piece of paper with enochian written on it in what seems to be a sentence. Adam looks down and read over the page twice in his head before attempting to say it out loud.
“Med Talgonvehnaun’graphur Naungisgna Orungongisgna Ormeddon Gon Untal Gonmedvandon Famvanmeddongal” Adam said slowly and tentatively, making his way through each syllable trying to curl his tongue to the right words, all the while waiting for Michael to tell him that he’s messed up again.
“That’s right.” Michael looks into Adam’s eyes.
“What?” Adam’s eyes copy the action.
“Your pronunciation, it’s correct” a small smile appears on his face watching Adam’s eyes light up with joy.
“Seriously!? I spoke proper Enochian!”
“The closest a human can get to it, yes.” The archangel says.
Which - in Michael terms - means that he said it near perfectly.
Adam has no idea what he just said, but all he knows is that Michael is looking at him so lovingly and asks Adam to repeat the sentence over and over again until he shuts Adam up with a frankly lustful kiss, and that’s enough for him to know.
Gon Untal Ungaluntal - I Am Adam
Med Talgonvehnaun’graphur Naungisgna Orungongisgna Ormeddon Gon Untal Gonmedvandon Famvanmeddongal - O Michael Hath Faith For I Am Your Sword
My favorite midam HC is that they learn each other's human and angelic costums like Micheal teaches Adam enochian, how angels act, how they greet eachother, ect. And Adam teaches him how humans act, and interact, and show emotion
Little thoughts :3