Lucifer had never been part of anything. Even in Heaven, he had been outside the fold, an angelic alpha. Instinctively, he had given over some of that power to this angel. It was more than a way to stabilize the exaggerated power dynamic. Calling Balthazar a consort hadn't been an accident, though it was a flirtatious tease in the moment. He could feel it keenly, a bit of his pride relenting.
The large windows are something Lucifer appreciates. He wondered if some of them faced the sunrise. One of the worst tortures in Chaos, for Lucifer, was not the fires but being torn from nature, creation, sunlight. The idea of being here with Balthazar seemed surreal after ages locked in the darkness. He stood for a minute, mesmerized by the sunny view out the window. The breath on his ear breaking the visual revelry with a start. He drew a ragged intake of breath.
Lucifer whispered back seductive, and assertive. "I am your king. I belong beside you in your bed."
Your was not, in his mind, meant as a political statement but one of belonging to. Lucifer accepted he was drowning in affection for this angel.
"Do we have to share the shower too?" His eyes drifted over Balthazar until he met his gaze. After their recent escapade he couldn't resist imagining Balthazar in the shower, locked in a heated kiss. "I hope we do."
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Date: 2019-09-03 05:15 am (UTC)The large windows are something Lucifer appreciates. He wondered if some of them faced the sunrise. One of the worst tortures in Chaos, for Lucifer, was not the fires but being torn from nature, creation, sunlight. The idea of being here with Balthazar seemed surreal after ages locked in the darkness. He stood for a minute, mesmerized by the sunny view out the window. The breath on his ear breaking the visual revelry with a start. He drew a ragged intake of breath.
Lucifer whispered back seductive, and assertive. "I am your king. I belong beside you in your bed."
Your was not, in his mind, meant as a political statement but one of belonging to. Lucifer accepted he was drowning in affection for this angel.
"Do we have to share the shower too?" His eyes drifted over Balthazar until he met his gaze. After their recent escapade he couldn't resist imagining Balthazar in the shower, locked in a heated kiss. "I hope we do."