"I always have to ask," he says. "In case something changes."
Say what you will about Balthazar, his bedroom etiquette is impeccable. Not that they're in a bedroom now, but the situation is close enough he feels the need to be his best. It probably doesn't hurt that he's cozying up to a being that could annihilate him without straining, but...having seen what he's just seen, he doesn't think that's likely. Lucifer may be conflicted, he's powerful and proud and dangerous, but his intentions toward Balthazar are very clearly nothing but tender.
Which is crazy. Balthazar isn't exactly an angel of distinction. Even before leaving Heaven. He was a middle-manager at best, entrusted with the armory but no one's first pick as captain or general of a part of the Host. He doesn't mind that. He was never ambitious. But he's not special, and he knows that, so to be looked at like he's some kind of strange Heavenly creature Lucifer has never seen before is...
Well, it's flattering.
He laughs and puts one arm around his neck to pull him closer for the kiss. The other hand reaches out, fingers curling to comb through his wing feathers. "Green light," he says with a little nod, and the kiss is reckless, searing.
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Date: 2019-08-15 12:27 pm (UTC)Say what you will about Balthazar, his bedroom etiquette is impeccable. Not that they're in a bedroom now, but the situation is close enough he feels the need to be his best. It probably doesn't hurt that he's cozying up to a being that could annihilate him without straining, but...having seen what he's just seen, he doesn't think that's likely. Lucifer may be conflicted, he's powerful and proud and dangerous, but his intentions toward Balthazar are very clearly nothing but tender.
Which is crazy. Balthazar isn't exactly an angel of distinction. Even before leaving Heaven. He was a middle-manager at best, entrusted with the armory but no one's first pick as captain or general of a part of the Host. He doesn't mind that. He was never ambitious. But he's not special, and he knows that, so to be looked at like he's some kind of strange Heavenly creature Lucifer has never seen before is...
Well, it's flattering.
He laughs and puts one arm around his neck to pull him closer for the kiss. The other hand reaches out, fingers curling to comb through his wing feathers. "Green light," he says with a little nod, and the kiss is reckless, searing.