"No? Well, they'll be angels. Or angels with a little human in them. Best of both worlds, probably." He can't hide the flicker of emotion in his Grace at that idea, but he tries to tamp it down a little. Clearly Lucifer is already laser-focused on babies, and it's probably better they not go overboard just yet.
It doesn't help, though, that Levi stirs a little in the back of his head. For the first time it's occurred to him that his genetic material could be involved in this process, and they'd be his kids, too, in a way. Also, he might like cats just a little.
"Will you be able to let them go once they're weaned?" He can't resist the tease. "I don't mind keeping them. Clearly we have the space."
He stretches out on the bed behind Lucifer, creeping under one of the wings, but leaving enough space to have an arm free to pet the kittens that come closer. "I like this one with the red on his wings. They're all sweet."
Said kitten has dark stripey fur and wings like a red-winged blackbird. Clearly he is curious, bypassing Balthazar's hand, which is offering petting, to clamber across his sleeve and go right up to his face.
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:15 pm (UTC)It doesn't help, though, that Levi stirs a little in the back of his head. For the first time it's occurred to him that his genetic material could be involved in this process, and they'd be his kids, too, in a way. Also, he might like cats just a little.
"Will you be able to let them go once they're weaned?" He can't resist the tease. "I don't mind keeping them. Clearly we have the space."
He stretches out on the bed behind Lucifer, creeping under one of the wings, but leaving enough space to have an arm free to pet the kittens that come closer. "I like this one with the red on his wings. They're all sweet."
Said kitten has dark stripey fur and wings like a red-winged blackbird. Clearly he is curious, bypassing Balthazar's hand, which is offering petting, to clamber across his sleeve and go right up to his face.