"I don't know if I'll ever understand why you went into this, knowing what you were risking, for me." Gentle hands smooth back Lucifer's hair. I hope I'm worth it. The words are on the tip of his tongue, but he won't say them now, not while the other angel is in pain, bleeding out on his sofa. But he hopes Lucifer knows Baltahzar as fully as he thinks he does, that this whirlwind romance isn't destined to hurt...well, Lucifer. Balthazar is less worried about himself.
He can feel how happy he is to be here, in spite of the pain, and it leave the younger angel a bit giddy. He comes back with a couple pillows, towels and a blanket, and hurriedly spreads things out as best he can to allow Lucifer to get as comfortable as possible under the circumstances.
The tears in his Grace are frightening. That's the kind of wound that leave the Rit Zein shaking their hears and readying to smite the wounded angel beyond the point of ever being able to suffer again. The most reliable way to actually heal a torn Grace is via contact with a human soul, but he's not sure if that trick holds true for Lucifer's world.
That, and the only soul immediately available is the one belonging to Balthazar's own vessel. There's something about the idea of using that that feels morally questionable, even to a decidedly grey sort of angel. He'll see what he can do without it, first.
"No, no," he says softly, seeing Lucifer working to remove his armor. "You stay as still as you can, I'll handle that."
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Date: 2019-09-17 06:20 pm (UTC)He can feel how happy he is to be here, in spite of the pain, and it leave the younger angel a bit giddy. He comes back with a couple pillows, towels and a blanket, and hurriedly spreads things out as best he can to allow Lucifer to get as comfortable as possible under the circumstances.
The tears in his Grace are frightening. That's the kind of wound that leave the Rit Zein shaking their hears and readying to smite the wounded angel beyond the point of ever being able to suffer again. The most reliable way to actually heal a torn Grace is via contact with a human soul, but he's not sure if that trick holds true for Lucifer's world.
That, and the only soul immediately available is the one belonging to Balthazar's own vessel. There's something about the idea of using that that feels morally questionable, even to a decidedly grey sort of angel. He'll see what he can do without it, first.
"No, no," he says softly, seeing Lucifer working to remove his armor. "You stay as still as you can, I'll handle that."