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the_rebel_son) wrote2020-04-11 08:48 am
the_rebel_son) wrote2020-04-11 08:48 am
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It is your title to protect the king, but I am fond of being your shield.
I am waiting for you. This is important enough to make me put off fun, for a short time.
There are so many reasons Lucifer was happy right now. He didn't want to think too much about things going right. Even the seraphim was superstitious about the idea of things going to hell when you got too excited about them going right. However, it was much more than the pleasant exhaustion from the night before that left him lazily laying in the bed waiting for Balthazar to make his way to the bedroom. He's stretched out and feeling like a cat unwilling to move.
It is your title to protect the king, but I am fond of being your shield.
I am waiting for you. This is important enough to make me put off fun, for a short time.
There are so many reasons Lucifer was happy right now. He didn't want to think too much about things going right. Even the seraphim was superstitious about the idea of things going to hell when you got too excited about them going right. However, it was much more than the pleasant exhaustion from the night before that left him lazily laying in the bed waiting for Balthazar to make his way to the bedroom. He's stretched out and feeling like a cat unwilling to move.
I thought you were going to make it so I couldn't walk?
That's the last text he'll get before Balthazar shows up in the doorway. He hasn't bothered to put any clothes on, to speak of, just slung a loose silk robe around his shoulders, but he's got a little tray with coffee, berries, and chocolates. He sets it on the bedside table and rolls lightly onto the bed overtop of Lucifer, careful not to cramp his wings.
"You're beautiful when you're indolent." Here, have a kiss on the nose.
That's the last text he'll get before Balthazar shows up in the doorway. He hasn't bothered to put any clothes on, to speak of, just slung a loose silk robe around his shoulders, but he's got a little tray with coffee, berries, and chocolates. He sets it on the bedside table and rolls lightly onto the bed overtop of Lucifer, careful not to cramp his wings.
"You're beautiful when you're indolent." Here, have a kiss on the nose.
Lucifer doesn't mind, in fact, the peek of skin as the robe sways with his walk is well worth watching. The coffee is completely forgotten for a chance to slip his hands between the silk and the even more pleasant skin beneath. It takes effort not to fall back into the rhythms of the night before.
"As are you, naked." Either undressed or as a naked angel implying the lack of his vessel, both were true. "But we do need to talk before you distract me with my promises."
"I have a request of you, a duty for a king." Lucifer can't take those little nose kisses. They used to startle him, but now he just grins stupidly with affection. "One that I believe will alleviate your feelings of doing nothing, and my own desire to keep you out of the fighting."
"As are you, naked." Either undressed or as a naked angel implying the lack of his vessel, both were true. "But we do need to talk before you distract me with my promises."
"I have a request of you, a duty for a king." Lucifer can't take those little nose kisses. They used to startle him, but now he just grins stupidly with affection. "One that I believe will alleviate your feelings of doing nothing, and my own desire to keep you out of the fighting."
Oh? Oh, well if fondling is more of interest than coffee, who is Balthazar to object. He's not helpful either, most likely, the way his eyes drift closed and the way he sighs deeply with contentment. "Mnn. We'd best curtail the sweet-talk for a moment, then, as much as I like it."
He grins at Lucifer's reaction to his kisses. Balthazar is given to sentimental doses of physical affection, not just lusty or romantic overtures (although, those too). That's probably what gets Lucifer.
"You know I'll do what I can." The request makes him get a little more serious, and in fact there's a little flutter of apprehension or uncertainty in the bottom of his Grace at the topic of conversation. He wants to help. The unknown is intimidating, it all. "What is it?"
He grins at Lucifer's reaction to his kisses. Balthazar is given to sentimental doses of physical affection, not just lusty or romantic overtures (although, those too). That's probably what gets Lucifer.
"You know I'll do what I can." The request makes him get a little more serious, and in fact there's a little flutter of apprehension or uncertainty in the bottom of his Grace at the topic of conversation. He wants to help. The unknown is intimidating, it all. "What is it?"
Lucifer stops the drifting of his hands under the robe for the time being so they can both focus. The uncertainty he feels shifting in Balthazar solidifies his decision that this is right. His speech is more formal than usual, a natural cadence that comes with slipping into his role as a king.
"Over the past few months I have been getting called to meet with the celestial angels of My heaven. They have wanted to talk." He pauses just to stare at Balthazar, grinning because, in a way, his partner, without any action, had done what Lucifer was trying to for centuries. "Knowing an unfallen angel is among us without losing his grace has started ripples. A handful, at least, are whispering of defecting."
This is a big task to ask of his partner, even if Lucifer knows it is the kind of task that will probably cause him to light up. "If they do, they will not have the fortitude to remain in Chaos, nor will they know how to interact with my kind. Some have never spoken a harsh word nor held a weapon."
"I would not want, nor trust, anyone else to help them find themselves and adjust to freedom among us. It's a task I would entrust you with, if you want it."
"Over the past few months I have been getting called to meet with the celestial angels of My heaven. They have wanted to talk." He pauses just to stare at Balthazar, grinning because, in a way, his partner, without any action, had done what Lucifer was trying to for centuries. "Knowing an unfallen angel is among us without losing his grace has started ripples. A handful, at least, are whispering of defecting."
This is a big task to ask of his partner, even if Lucifer knows it is the kind of task that will probably cause him to light up. "If they do, they will not have the fortitude to remain in Chaos, nor will they know how to interact with my kind. Some have never spoken a harsh word nor held a weapon."
"I would not want, nor trust, anyone else to help them find themselves and adjust to freedom among us. It's a task I would entrust you with, if you want it."
Edited 2020-04-18 22:27 (UTC)
((trueform icon because no human face can display the level of :D he's feeling))
tryingitall
2020-04-18 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a little strange for just a second, hearing that formal shift in his lover's voice while sprawled over him mostly-naked in bed. Is this like getting orders? Should he be acting like an angel? There's a moment of deer-in-headlights confusion before Balthazar shakes it off. No, of course not. This is his partner, who calls him his king and his equal. Bringing things up in private like this is fine, no matter whether it's a vital task or not.
It takes him a second to register what Lucifer means about celestial angels wanting to talk with him. And then his eyes widen and he sits up a little, slipping his hands into Lucifer's. "Oh? Oh! That's...that's remarkable, isn't it?"
The look of delight dawning on his face is probably rewarding. "You want me to adopt the defectors? Will they be living in the Nexus? I would think that might be safer to start with."
It's clear he's latched onto the idea already, the way his Grace flares and dances. Because whatever happens from here on with the Host and Lucifer, anyone Balthazar can teach and keep safe charge of is one less sibling to fight. It's a simple, peaceful, elegant solution, and Lucifer's right. Balthazar is absolutely the best person to take celestial refugees in hand. "Yes. Of course yes! You know you didn't even have to ask, it's more like a gift than a task."
It takes him a second to register what Lucifer means about celestial angels wanting to talk with him. And then his eyes widen and he sits up a little, slipping his hands into Lucifer's. "Oh? Oh! That's...that's remarkable, isn't it?"
The look of delight dawning on his face is probably rewarding. "You want me to adopt the defectors? Will they be living in the Nexus? I would think that might be safer to start with."
It's clear he's latched onto the idea already, the way his Grace flares and dances. Because whatever happens from here on with the Host and Lucifer, anyone Balthazar can teach and keep safe charge of is one less sibling to fight. It's a simple, peaceful, elegant solution, and Lucifer's right. Balthazar is absolutely the best person to take celestial refugees in hand. "Yes. Of course yes! You know you didn't even have to ask, it's more like a gift than a task."
There's something magical about this, like a child on Christmas morning. He can see that same kind of pure joy spreading through Balthazar. He had been stressed since he learned that he felt left out, excluded from what was happening.
"You will likely become their Lord if they fall into the same patterns." He nods pulling both Balthazar's hands up to kiss the knuckles. "For a time, yes. I do not want them to endure the years of blistering we did before gaining the stamina to heal the burns. Belial can help them learn what is needed to survive the fires, a lesson you may want as well. There is space here but it may not be a short term task. Others may follow."
It's easy to get caught up in the delight that seems to be radiating out of his angel. The emotion itself is enough to cause the fallen angel to laugh as it pulls his angelic voice to the surface. Despite the happiness he shakes his head sternly. "You are my partner, not my subject. I will always ask if I have the option."
Heat of battle or desperate situations might call for demands, but Lucifer would rather operate through democracy and choice.
"You will likely become their Lord if they fall into the same patterns." He nods pulling both Balthazar's hands up to kiss the knuckles. "For a time, yes. I do not want them to endure the years of blistering we did before gaining the stamina to heal the burns. Belial can help them learn what is needed to survive the fires, a lesson you may want as well. There is space here but it may not be a short term task. Others may follow."
It's easy to get caught up in the delight that seems to be radiating out of his angel. The emotion itself is enough to cause the fallen angel to laugh as it pulls his angelic voice to the surface. Despite the happiness he shakes his head sternly. "You are my partner, not my subject. I will always ask if I have the option."
Heat of battle or desperate situations might call for demands, but Lucifer would rather operate through democracy and choice.
"I've commanded a battalion or two. I can handle some authority. I just don't crave it." He smiles, Grace kindling at the little kisses to his knuckles. "And that would be good, I think, for us to learn from Belial together. It might make it easier for them."
"This is a good place to start, really. People will be tolerant of their quirks, and they can watch other beings come and go and be themselves." That, and hopefully no one from Lucifer's world will interfere in this place.
He shivers all over at the laugh in his angelic voice. It's a magnificent sound, one that only seals the pleasure Balthazar feels at being on board with this idea. He rolls over and flops onto the bed beside Lucifer, grinning. "There's space for a few in my apartment. I was just thinking I'd move Levi out of there and get him his own studio space."
"This is a good place to start, really. People will be tolerant of their quirks, and they can watch other beings come and go and be themselves." That, and hopefully no one from Lucifer's world will interfere in this place.
He shivers all over at the laugh in his angelic voice. It's a magnificent sound, one that only seals the pleasure Balthazar feels at being on board with this idea. He rolls over and flops onto the bed beside Lucifer, grinning. "There's space for a few in my apartment. I was just thinking I'd move Levi out of there and get him his own studio space."
"We are more diplomatic than they are used to. The desire for your authority may fade with time." He had seen it with the fallen. At first they had treated him like God but over time it waned to respect. "The angels that I have spoken to so far were close enough to those here that the discomfort should be less than expected."
"I agree. Though, Raguel may be better kept in the villa until he has some experience. He is a trustworthy angel but very war-like and quick to anger. He's Michael's equivalent of Beelzebub and just as unruly." Knowing the ones that seemed most likely to turn sides would make the transition easier. He could give Balthazar information. "Rota, Ariel, Zadkiel, and Raziel are calmer and more peaceful."
Lucifer immediately turns on his side as Balthazar flops on the bed. "It is good that you have space to give Levi freedom here, and it gives me an opportunity to chase after you."
"I agree. Though, Raguel may be better kept in the villa until he has some experience. He is a trustworthy angel but very war-like and quick to anger. He's Michael's equivalent of Beelzebub and just as unruly." Knowing the ones that seemed most likely to turn sides would make the transition easier. He could give Balthazar information. "Rota, Ariel, Zadkiel, and Raziel are calmer and more peaceful."
Lucifer immediately turns on his side as Balthazar flops on the bed. "It is good that you have space to give Levi freedom here, and it gives me an opportunity to chase after you."
"That's fine with me, too. You know how I am. I would rather us all be family than anything else." Honestly, he might be a little bit awkward being treated as their Lord, but his warmth and devotion to the group is probably a good example for celestial angels seeking refuge.
He listens to the names given with a hum. "I knew my world's versions of Zadkiel and Raziel. Raziel, I quite liked. Not that I disliked the other, just didn't spend as much time with him. I suppose they'll be different than the ones I knew. Interesting that Raguel should want to join up. That's a high-ranking officer, from what you've just told me."
He reaches over to stroke the center of the other angel's chest. "I like sharing a vessel with him, but it'd be better for us both to be able to separate. He's met a few artists in the Nexus, and he likes your lot, but some mortal friends wouldn't hurt him either. And if I could learn to temper my trueform like you do...well, I imagine I'll still be a little alarming to newbies in the place but at least I could wander without putting anyone's eyes out."
He listens to the names given with a hum. "I knew my world's versions of Zadkiel and Raziel. Raziel, I quite liked. Not that I disliked the other, just didn't spend as much time with him. I suppose they'll be different than the ones I knew. Interesting that Raguel should want to join up. That's a high-ranking officer, from what you've just told me."
He reaches over to stroke the center of the other angel's chest. "I like sharing a vessel with him, but it'd be better for us both to be able to separate. He's met a few artists in the Nexus, and he likes your lot, but some mortal friends wouldn't hurt him either. And if I could learn to temper my trueform like you do...well, I imagine I'll still be a little alarming to newbies in the place but at least I could wander without putting anyone's eyes out."
"You will be their Lord. You can set your own standards for them." He doesn't worry as much as Balthazar. He trusts his partner to take things in stride and he will watch the situation as it develops.
"Our Raziel is like Belial or Thnisko. Quiet, thoughtful, soft spoken. He served with Astaroth, I think, for a time." The other angel though, Lucifer laughs shaking his head. "Raguel was tasked to watch for me and drive me back to Chaos or tattle on me. We have a history and a begrudging, mutual respect." Lucifer paused to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Reguel worried him for other reasons. "I am concerned about his presence among us, but not because of him. His absence will cause a power vacuum and may illicit an attack. They will not want the head of Michael's army in my council."
Still, he would not deny him sanctuary and a home for that reason. "Ariel served with Phenex, under Jophiel the angel of beauty. She celebrates the beauty of nature, especially flowers. Zadkiel is equally kind, the archangel of freedom and mercy. He is the one I was least surprised to hear from."
Lucifer smiled, pulling up to kiss Balthazar's cheek. He's up to something and amused, but more because this aligns with what is happening in ways his partner can't imagine. "You, and Levi, wanting more time apart is why I reached out to Rota. They did not come to me, but as a friend of Ariel I think they can be trusted."
The feelings of mischief are overwhelming at the moment. This, Rota's presence, was meant to be a surprise later, but a gift now is just as good. "They are an angel that serves the glory of the rainforest, especially the brightness and life there. Of all of them, I believe you will be closest to Rota, because of the youth, like Azazael, and.... they are an ophan."
In Lucifer's creation most of the ophan were created after they fell. Though there was one in Chaos that went to war with them, he was a bitter angel and aggressive since the war. Otherwise, Lucifer would have brought him long ago. Rota though had promise. He didn't think Balthazar would ever be able to live completely without a vessel but maybe tempering or reshaping through illusions was possible for a few hours or days. It made the risk of reaching out to an unknown angel worth it.
"Our Raziel is like Belial or Thnisko. Quiet, thoughtful, soft spoken. He served with Astaroth, I think, for a time." The other angel though, Lucifer laughs shaking his head. "Raguel was tasked to watch for me and drive me back to Chaos or tattle on me. We have a history and a begrudging, mutual respect." Lucifer paused to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Reguel worried him for other reasons. "I am concerned about his presence among us, but not because of him. His absence will cause a power vacuum and may illicit an attack. They will not want the head of Michael's army in my council."
Still, he would not deny him sanctuary and a home for that reason. "Ariel served with Phenex, under Jophiel the angel of beauty. She celebrates the beauty of nature, especially flowers. Zadkiel is equally kind, the archangel of freedom and mercy. He is the one I was least surprised to hear from."
Lucifer smiled, pulling up to kiss Balthazar's cheek. He's up to something and amused, but more because this aligns with what is happening in ways his partner can't imagine. "You, and Levi, wanting more time apart is why I reached out to Rota. They did not come to me, but as a friend of Ariel I think they can be trusted."
The feelings of mischief are overwhelming at the moment. This, Rota's presence, was meant to be a surprise later, but a gift now is just as good. "They are an angel that serves the glory of the rainforest, especially the brightness and life there. Of all of them, I believe you will be closest to Rota, because of the youth, like Azazael, and.... they are an ophan."
In Lucifer's creation most of the ophan were created after they fell. Though there was one in Chaos that went to war with them, he was a bitter angel and aggressive since the war. Otherwise, Lucifer would have brought him long ago. Rota though had promise. He didn't think Balthazar would ever be able to live completely without a vessel but maybe tempering or reshaping through illusions was possible for a few hours or days. It made the risk of reaching out to an unknown angel worth it.
"Hm...ours wasn't quite that introverted. Or maybe he was, but I got the more expressive side of him since we worked on Enochian magic together. He was very into his work. I'm not sure what happened to him since I ducked out of Heaven." If this works out, maybe there are a few angels from his world who would join them, as well. Hester, Inias, Samandriel?
Well, one thing at a time.
He frowns a little at the idea of an attack and nods. A possibility, not a certainty. There's no point panicking about it now, so he focuses on Lucifer's description of the other angels instead, and smiles a little. All of these angels sound like the sort he'd enjoy spending time with, and maybe Ariel and Phenex can strike up a friendship again in time. Levi has a soft spot for Phenex, unsurprisingly, and likes that idea.
He grins at the kiss and reaches up for more, but pauses when hearing Lucifer reached out to Rota, the one name in the lot that he didn't recognize. Perhaps there was no corresponding angel in his world, but he wasn't going to worry about that, at least not until he noticed the sparkle in his lover's eyes. Oh, he's definitely up to something!
His Grace flares happily again as he catches on. "So now there'll be two giant wheels in the Nexus? One more and we can have a celestial tricycle."
Oh, this will be fun!
Well, one thing at a time.
He frowns a little at the idea of an attack and nods. A possibility, not a certainty. There's no point panicking about it now, so he focuses on Lucifer's description of the other angels instead, and smiles a little. All of these angels sound like the sort he'd enjoy spending time with, and maybe Ariel and Phenex can strike up a friendship again in time. Levi has a soft spot for Phenex, unsurprisingly, and likes that idea.
He grins at the kiss and reaches up for more, but pauses when hearing Lucifer reached out to Rota, the one name in the lot that he didn't recognize. Perhaps there was no corresponding angel in his world, but he wasn't going to worry about that, at least not until he noticed the sparkle in his lover's eyes. Oh, he's definitely up to something!
His Grace flares happily again as he catches on. "So now there'll be two giant wheels in the Nexus? One more and we can have a celestial tricycle."
Oh, this will be fun!
"My presence is very different than that of a fellow angel, too." Lucifer can admit that angels did not always react to his presence the same way they did to each other. It is possible the angel was more open with someone of his own station. "Raziel is a keeper of secrets, like Astaroth. If he is not interested in Enochian magic now, I am certain he would not pass up an opportunity to learn."
If Balthazar mentioned his own angels, Lucifer would have agreed. In a way, the angels of the other creation were now among his. If they were to be partners, leaders at each others' sides, then it would have to follow that the angels of both creations could be unified.
The delight echos in Lucifer's presence. Balthazar's eager happiness concerning the request fills him with hope. He leans over resting beside his lover; head on his shoulder and an arm flung around him haphazardly. "There could be a tricycle."
Lucifer is still smiling but a hint of sadness is filtering in. "A single ophan dwells in Chaos. He is injured and incredibly bitter, more like Moloch, perhaps. Once the celestials settle in, maybe, you and Rota can help him?"
The more purpose he could give Balthazar, away from the battlefield, the better Lucifer felt. He wanted his lover to join him but the idea of Michael ever seeing him, of any of the seraphim knowing what he looked like, made Lucifer feel ill inside. It was one of the reasons he refused so strongly. However, this seems promising and it was an important duty, not merely a cast aside offer to appease. The council of Chaos had agreed to let them in and he can't imagine they would find fault in the celestial among them taking care of their own. It would, in the ranks of fallen, give more strength to Balthazar's position if he had angels under his command.
If Balthazar mentioned his own angels, Lucifer would have agreed. In a way, the angels of the other creation were now among his. If they were to be partners, leaders at each others' sides, then it would have to follow that the angels of both creations could be unified.
The delight echos in Lucifer's presence. Balthazar's eager happiness concerning the request fills him with hope. He leans over resting beside his lover; head on his shoulder and an arm flung around him haphazardly. "There could be a tricycle."
Lucifer is still smiling but a hint of sadness is filtering in. "A single ophan dwells in Chaos. He is injured and incredibly bitter, more like Moloch, perhaps. Once the celestials settle in, maybe, you and Rota can help him?"
The more purpose he could give Balthazar, away from the battlefield, the better Lucifer felt. He wanted his lover to join him but the idea of Michael ever seeing him, of any of the seraphim knowing what he looked like, made Lucifer feel ill inside. It was one of the reasons he refused so strongly. However, this seems promising and it was an important duty, not merely a cast aside offer to appease. The council of Chaos had agreed to let them in and he can't imagine they would find fault in the celestial among them taking care of their own. It would, in the ranks of fallen, give more strength to Balthazar's position if he had angels under his command.
"I was always drawn to the introverted sorts, in my own Host," Balthazar says. "Trying to draw them out, I suppose. I irritated Castiel that way, but Anna liked it."
The nostalgia thrums through his Grace quietly. It's too late for the Anabiel of his world, but if another were to come to the Nexus, he thinks she would get along well with Lucifer's angels. She'd like Mulciber. She always excelled at practicality and sense.
Balthazar nuzzles into Lucifer's hair with a sigh of pleasure, though a moment later the mention of an injured ophan sobers him some. "I'd like that. I haven't done so well making friends with Moloch, unfortunately, but...well. It won't hurt anything to try."
He doesn't need to fight, or even especially want to, but Balthazar does need to be a part of things, a helpmate and not merely a lovable decoration.
The nostalgia thrums through his Grace quietly. It's too late for the Anabiel of his world, but if another were to come to the Nexus, he thinks she would get along well with Lucifer's angels. She'd like Mulciber. She always excelled at practicality and sense.
Balthazar nuzzles into Lucifer's hair with a sigh of pleasure, though a moment later the mention of an injured ophan sobers him some. "I'd like that. I haven't done so well making friends with Moloch, unfortunately, but...well. It won't hurt anything to try."
He doesn't need to fight, or even especially want to, but Balthazar does need to be a part of things, a helpmate and not merely a lovable decoration.
"I have irritated some in the same way despite not being as much of an extrovert as most expect." Balthazar had never bothered Lucifer. It was probably that friendliness that was most responsible for them laying in the bed together now.
The nuzzling gets a little grumble of happiness and a wing wrapping over them like a blanket. "Moloch takes time, unless you are Aziraphale, apparently."
Lucifer laughed and peered up at Balthazar. "I have heard that Moloch talks to Aziraphale quite often without strife."
It was such a weird thing but if it worked then he couldn't see anything but positive in Moloch finally having something like a friend. "The ophan in Chaos has a similar issue to my son. He was disfigured during the Fall. It is difficult for an angel, which is supposed to be among the most beautiful things in creation, to face those kinds of injuries."
Even Lucifer still had moments over his lost wings or his scars. Less at this point but at one point it had been debilitating. The distracting thoughts has his hand idylly stroking over Balthazar's side.
The nuzzling gets a little grumble of happiness and a wing wrapping over them like a blanket. "Moloch takes time, unless you are Aziraphale, apparently."
Lucifer laughed and peered up at Balthazar. "I have heard that Moloch talks to Aziraphale quite often without strife."
It was such a weird thing but if it worked then he couldn't see anything but positive in Moloch finally having something like a friend. "The ophan in Chaos has a similar issue to my son. He was disfigured during the Fall. It is difficult for an angel, which is supposed to be among the most beautiful things in creation, to face those kinds of injuries."
Even Lucifer still had moments over his lost wings or his scars. Less at this point but at one point it had been debilitating. The distracting thoughts has his hand idylly stroking over Balthazar's side.
"You're so confident," he says with a smile. "I suspect that ruffles a lot of deep-thinkers, not to mention most celestial types. I like it, though. You've always met me halfway and listened to my own experience rather than making assumptions."
"Mmm." There's little Balthazar loves more than wing-snuggles. He burrows deeper into Lucifer's arms and grins. "Aziraphale has some sort of peculiar magic that way. He's so innocent and affable, but then he comes back at you with snark when you're not expecting it. I can't imagine not liking him, but apparently the angels in his Creation all have sticks up their asses."
He sobers again, nodding to Lucifer's explanation of the other Ophan's hurts. "That might take some careful work on my part, then, since I don't have scars like that. I wish there was a way to heal them. The only thing I know that can heal a wounded Grace is contact with a human soul, but it's very risky, and I'm not sure it would even work on old wounds."
"Mmm." There's little Balthazar loves more than wing-snuggles. He burrows deeper into Lucifer's arms and grins. "Aziraphale has some sort of peculiar magic that way. He's so innocent and affable, but then he comes back at you with snark when you're not expecting it. I can't imagine not liking him, but apparently the angels in his Creation all have sticks up their asses."
He sobers again, nodding to Lucifer's explanation of the other Ophan's hurts. "That might take some careful work on my part, then, since I don't have scars like that. I wish there was a way to heal them. The only thing I know that can heal a wounded Grace is contact with a human soul, but it's very risky, and I'm not sure it would even work on old wounds."
"Confident?" That gets a little chuckle from Lucifer for being a glorious understatement. "My confidence has led more than one of them to forget how sharp my mind can be. I have always been more diplomatic and thoughtful, even if you receive more of my patience than any other. It surprises many to learn that I was God's advisor, and Michael is the warlord."
Lucifer wraps in, laying a leg over Balthazar and pulling as close as he can into all the nuzzling. "I wonder if Moloch senses Crowley on him?" Lucifer isn't really asking, per say, more thinking out loud. "Unfortunately, stick up their asses describes far too many angels."
"I have tried." Lucifer sighs with disappointment and places a gentle kiss on Bathazar's forehead. The optimism and seemingly unfaltering desire to find a way through things were among the many traits he adored about the other angel. "I suspect it is part of our curses which renders the wounds of the fall incurable. I cannot imagine any other reason a creator could not repair them. Your origin in another creation may help soothe the envy but he is quite bitter. I used to be about my damage too. I understand his place, and you can ask me anything that might help with his recovery."
Lucifer cared deeply for all of his companions. Tried to make the best for all of them. Some had eluded his attempts to heal their trauma. While most recovered, the few still in despair weighed on the king.
Lucifer wraps in, laying a leg over Balthazar and pulling as close as he can into all the nuzzling. "I wonder if Moloch senses Crowley on him?" Lucifer isn't really asking, per say, more thinking out loud. "Unfortunately, stick up their asses describes far too many angels."
"I have tried." Lucifer sighs with disappointment and places a gentle kiss on Bathazar's forehead. The optimism and seemingly unfaltering desire to find a way through things were among the many traits he adored about the other angel. "I suspect it is part of our curses which renders the wounds of the fall incurable. I cannot imagine any other reason a creator could not repair them. Your origin in another creation may help soothe the envy but he is quite bitter. I used to be about my damage too. I understand his place, and you can ask me anything that might help with his recovery."
Lucifer cared deeply for all of his companions. Tried to make the best for all of them. Some had eluded his attempts to heal their trauma. While most recovered, the few still in despair weighed on the king.
[continued from here]
Drinking to excess is more the realm of my brother.
God is not very fond of relationships that lack the sole purpose of making babies. I am sure he is horrified that I have put a husband at my side instead of a wife and I relish every moment of his discomfort.
I cannot say if you are or not. Though I am a figure in a religion, I tend to abstain from its annoyance and limitations.
Drinking to excess is more the realm of my brother.
God is not very fond of relationships that lack the sole purpose of making babies. I am sure he is horrified that I have put a husband at my side instead of a wife and I relish every moment of his discomfort.
I cannot say if you are or not. Though I am a figure in a religion, I tend to abstain from its annoyance and limitations.
I see.
I think I drank too much of Coran's drunks. Drinks. He's a space elf uncle. No, I'm uncle. So Coran's a. Granduncle. I guess. I remember things that never happened to me. And they're more vivid than things I remember of old. Funny.
Anyway. Good talk, see you later.
[but he's not adverse to continuing]
I think I drank too much of Coran's drunks. Drinks. He's a space elf uncle. No, I'm uncle. So Coran's a. Granduncle. I guess. I remember things that never happened to me. And they're more vivid than things I remember of old. Funny.
Anyway. Good talk, see you later.
[but he's not adverse to continuing]
Lucifer is used to understanding drunk angels. This is old hat, XD
the_rebel_son
2020-05-14 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you saying you have memories of past lives?
nn
no
I remember my life, as I always did
wait, did you say your brother is responsible for drinking
I remember my life as always. its just that i also remember something else. recent so no past life. that just doesnt quite make sense with my life and i dont REAAAALLLLYYY remember it when im in right sssstattteeeeee of mmmind which im not now i think as typin s difficult
like im pretty sure i couldnt have lost my flesh arm twice. stuff like that. so. some set of memroies
memories
lies
and im pretty sure it must be new set coz
coz old set is what my team remembers 'bout me, too, and what s documented and it's all true stuff at least its true about shiro
unless im not shiro
snd i am, enough to look in the mirror and at my old memries to see so
see?? drunk memories must be rong.
wrong. Just hallucinations.
no
I remember my life, as I always did
wait, did you say your brother is responsible for drinking
I remember my life as always. its just that i also remember something else. recent so no past life. that just doesnt quite make sense with my life and i dont REAAAALLLLYYY remember it when im in right sssstattteeeeee of mmmind which im not now i think as typin s difficult
like im pretty sure i couldnt have lost my flesh arm twice. stuff like that. so. some set of memroies
memories
lies
and im pretty sure it must be new set coz
coz old set is what my team remembers 'bout me, too, and what s documented and it's all true stuff at least its true about shiro
unless im not shiro
snd i am, enough to look in the mirror and at my old memries to see so
see?? drunk memories must be rong.
wrong. Just hallucinations.
Yes, my brother is responsible for drunkenness.
Are you saying you see a second life when you are drunk or high?
Have you been brainwashed or something?
[Look, Lucifer is suspicious of being messed with, he's suspicious of everything.]
Are you saying you see a second life when you are drunk or high?
Have you been brainwashed or something?
[Look, Lucifer is suspicious of being messed with, he's suspicious of everything.]
Had no idea Dionysus or whoever was your brother.
Have I what? I'm not sure I can read this. Words are suddenly blurry. Can you write less blurry?
Have I what? I'm not sure I can read this. Words are suddenly blurry. Can you write less blurry?
He is not. He is Beelzebub.
You need some water and food to help with the booze.
You need some water and food to help with the booze.
Beelzebub takes care of drunking, too?
Drinking.
I had no idea.
Water, yeah. Water always helps. Have I ever told you about my seven days in space, in shuttle, with no water? That wasn't pleaseant. I was sure I'd die. And that, back then made me almost remember - before. Before all that. Almost dying. It had to be ALMOST. Because I'm here. So I know there are things I've hallucinated. Before. Not that, but before. During the battle. I know I didn't die in that battle, but the only reason I know that, is because I'm alive. It's just - strange. That I'm alive. But, don't misunderstand. I want to be.
I think I'm drunk. I'll have some water, wait.
Drinking.
I had no idea.
Water, yeah. Water always helps. Have I ever told you about my seven days in space, in shuttle, with no water? That wasn't pleaseant. I was sure I'd die. And that, back then made me almost remember - before. Before all that. Almost dying. It had to be ALMOST. Because I'm here. So I know there are things I've hallucinated. Before. Not that, but before. During the battle. I know I didn't die in that battle, but the only reason I know that, is because I'm alive. It's just - strange. That I'm alive. But, don't misunderstand. I want to be.
I think I'm drunk. I'll have some water, wait.
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