Angels and gods of knowledge and secrets and lies are always to be approached with caution. Most of them have an impeccable poker face, in Balthazar's experience.
The reassurance makes Balthazar's Grace warm up, half shyly embarrassed, half pleased. Family is everything to him. For whatever it's worth, he's not the least bit afraid Lucifer will turn on him for prodding, even after the news that he's fought with Belial. That says a lot.
"Thank you, love. I'll let you know how it goes, later. Well. Anything you can't overhear, anyway."
He gives his shoulder a gentle pat, then retreats, heading indoors. Once inside, he has to pause in the hallway for a few moments to catch his breath and gather his thoughts, struck with mild anxiety. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to square his shoulders and make the trip to the library to find his fiance.
He makes no effort to hide his approach, but Lucifer seems so distracted he's not completely certain he's noticed him, at first. He clears his throat and comes closer, sitting next to the other angel's feet, studying him quietly.
"You're so pretty," he murmurs. It wasn't what he meant to open with, but something about the vulnerability of the pose tugs at his Grace. "With the light from outside reflecting on your hair like that. I know in your true form you're far brighter, but...there's something to be said for moments like this, too. Through the veil of the mundane; it would be so easy to miss it, but you make it shine from the inside out."
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The reassurance makes Balthazar's Grace warm up, half shyly embarrassed, half pleased. Family is everything to him. For whatever it's worth, he's not the least bit afraid Lucifer will turn on him for prodding, even after the news that he's fought with Belial. That says a lot.
"Thank you, love. I'll let you know how it goes, later. Well. Anything you can't overhear, anyway."
He gives his shoulder a gentle pat, then retreats, heading indoors. Once inside, he has to pause in the hallway for a few moments to catch his breath and gather his thoughts, struck with mild anxiety. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to square his shoulders and make the trip to the library to find his fiance.
He makes no effort to hide his approach, but Lucifer seems so distracted he's not completely certain he's noticed him, at first. He clears his throat and comes closer, sitting next to the other angel's feet, studying him quietly.
"You're so pretty," he murmurs. It wasn't what he meant to open with, but something about the vulnerability of the pose tugs at his Grace. "With the light from outside reflecting on your hair like that. I know in your true form you're far brighter, but...there's something to be said for moments like this, too. Through the veil of the mundane; it would be so easy to miss it, but you make it shine from the inside out."