Hope? Hope. That's a strange emotion even to an angel in good standing. Hope is for humans who are not programmed to expect a certain outcome. Hope requires a certain amount of free will, and Balthazar has only just started to learn free will. But he recognizes it, knows what it is even as he realizes he has lacked it.
It's a bit like making out with a storm, he thinks as the roil of emotions and states of consciousness and being tangle around him. It's beautiful, Lucifer is beautiful, in all his terrible energy, wild and dangerous and a taste of the home Balthazar always wanted to believe Heaven could be. He recognizes the call to take the physical lead, even as the blend of Grace to Essence absorbs him, and his fingers tug at fabric, undoing buttons and pushing clothing aside, gently but urgently. He bites at Lucifer's throat, the juncture where neck and shoulder meet, kisses down his sternum.
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Date: 2019-08-17 07:39 pm (UTC)It's a bit like making out with a storm, he thinks as the roil of emotions and states of consciousness and being tangle around him. It's beautiful, Lucifer is beautiful, in all his terrible energy, wild and dangerous and a taste of the home Balthazar always wanted to believe Heaven could be. He recognizes the call to take the physical lead, even as the blend of Grace to Essence absorbs him, and his fingers tug at fabric, undoing buttons and pushing clothing aside, gently but urgently. He bites at Lucifer's throat, the juncture where neck and shoulder meet, kisses down his sternum.
"Light still green?" He whispers, nuzzling lower.