Lucifer doesn't argue with the compliment, nor does it impact him very much. He knows that he is beautiful and modesty isn't really his thing, either. Still, he understands Pash's emotional reaction better now. It may have brushed against his ego some as well, since the comment coming from him specifically was what made it so special to the little Ofan.
"You're welcome," Lucifer softly answers, beaming his own happiness now. After all, he made the little one feel such great things. He had been the first to recognize his beauty and tell him of it. He made Pash feel this way. Pride and delight flowed through him but in smaller, more controlled bursts than what the other seemed to feel.
"Others will see your beauty, too, Pash. This won't be the last time you hear of it." Either way, running into the young angel has made Lucifer happier for awhile to come. But he studies the wings again, blinking towards him as it were. "You will be strong, too. No doubt very skilled. You're going to be important, Pash. Just make sure you're ready for it. Don't be afraid to learn what your elders are here to teach."
His delight is still there, no matter what he says. And, no, he has no idea if the Father had planned anything for the young Pash, but He must have. There must be an important role for him. There must. A young angel, so loving and beautiful, with smooth, curious wings built strong and quick. All of the questions hinted at an intelligence and quick wit too good for most other angels. This one had to be special.
"If you have more questions, ones that others can't answer, you can come to me." Because he liked answering Pash's questions. He liked speaking to Pash in general. For a brief second, Lucifer wondered if the other angels, specifically the other Ofanim, would be this entertaining as well but quickly dismissed the idea. It was Pash's little difference that made him so special and endearing to Lucifer. That much was obvious.
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Date: 2015-09-14 02:52 am (UTC)"You're welcome," Lucifer softly answers, beaming his own happiness now. After all, he made the little one feel such great things. He had been the first to recognize his beauty and tell him of it. He made Pash feel this way. Pride and delight flowed through him but in smaller, more controlled bursts than what the other seemed to feel.
"Others will see your beauty, too, Pash. This won't be the last time you hear of it." Either way, running into the young angel has made Lucifer happier for awhile to come. But he studies the wings again, blinking towards him as it were. "You will be strong, too. No doubt very skilled. You're going to be important, Pash. Just make sure you're ready for it. Don't be afraid to learn what your elders are here to teach."
His delight is still there, no matter what he says. And, no, he has no idea if the Father had planned anything for the young Pash, but He must have. There must be an important role for him. There must. A young angel, so loving and beautiful, with smooth, curious wings built strong and quick. All of the questions hinted at an intelligence and quick wit too good for most other angels. This one had to be special.
"If you have more questions, ones that others can't answer, you can come to me." Because he liked answering Pash's questions. He liked speaking to Pash in general. For a brief second, Lucifer wondered if the other angels, specifically the other Ofanim, would be this entertaining as well but quickly dismissed the idea. It was Pash's little difference that made him so special and endearing to Lucifer. That much was obvious.