"It is meant to be an albatross." Lucifer smiled as the crown was set aside. "It has some properties that make it worth bearing, especially when I am within my own kingdom."
It wouldn't burn the sofa. Thankfully God hadn't been so vicious to make the crown burning on top of being an attempt to drive him insane with visions and a near god-like omnipotence.
Lucifer listens but his eyes narrow. He can sense that he hasn't been told the whole truth; in part skill and part the closeness of the grace near him. Even more so, the choice of words when talking about his vessel feel colder than he has heard in the past. "Please, do not."
He's not sure if it is a lie, evasion, discomfort with the topic or something else but he doesn't want to be closed out of whatever is happening, especially if it is causing pain.
Pain be damned right now. Lucifer leans up and kisses Balthazar despite the dull pain radiating from his damaged left side. "I am fighting for my freedom. My freedom to choose you as my lover, if you still want me after I have ruined half your penthouse with blood."
He's smiling but there is a cautiousness in his presence though not in his expression or tone. The fallen angel adored Balthazar, but his heart, if one could call it that, was creeping out of the darkness. The angel that laid buried under the sin and wrath of the fallen king was waking. Its first glimmer flickering as his pride and selfish nature surrendered to his devotion to someone else.
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Date: 2019-09-24 03:58 am (UTC)It wouldn't burn the sofa. Thankfully God hadn't been so vicious to make the crown burning on top of being an attempt to drive him insane with visions and a near god-like omnipotence.
Lucifer listens but his eyes narrow. He can sense that he hasn't been told the whole truth; in part skill and part the closeness of the grace near him. Even more so, the choice of words when talking about his vessel feel colder than he has heard in the past. "Please, do not."
He's not sure if it is a lie, evasion, discomfort with the topic or something else but he doesn't want to be closed out of whatever is happening, especially if it is causing pain.
Pain be damned right now. Lucifer leans up and kisses Balthazar despite the dull pain radiating from his damaged left side. "I am fighting for my freedom. My freedom to choose you as my lover, if you still want me after I have ruined half your penthouse with blood."
He's smiling but there is a cautiousness in his presence though not in his expression or tone. The fallen angel adored Balthazar, but his heart, if one could call it that, was creeping out of the darkness. The angel that laid buried under the sin and wrath of the fallen king was waking. Its first glimmer flickering as his pride and selfish nature surrendered to his devotion to someone else.