Warmth floods his Grace briefly at that declaration. Balthazar has more direct affection for his vessel than most angels of his kind do. It's complicated. To accomplish an order, you sometimes have to forget or ignore the fact that you're borrowing another living creature's body. You have to not care. But Balthazar doesn't follow orders any longer, and he cares.
Another angel caring about the human who's given him so much is reassuring.
"I can only make breakfast food and things out of boxes," he chuckles, "As long as the modern equipment isn't going to throw you for a loop, you have free reign in the kitchen as far as I'm concerned. It's an electric range, not gas."
This is beyond a fling; they're talking about playing house now, and Balthazar loves it. It's always best not to put all one's emotional eggs in the same basket, but it's hard not to get carried away in Lucifer's presence, too.
He leads him into a hallway, at the end of which is clearly a large bedroom, then pauses by a closed door, considers a moment, and nudges it open. It's probably meant to be a second bedroom, a small guestroom, but what's inside is actually an easel, some shelves, art books and scattered supplies ranging from charcoals to oil paints to watercolor cakes.
"I'm not actually any good," he says. "But Levi was a painter. I sort of feel obligated to try, since I took him out of circulation."
Pause. "No, that's a lie, actually. I just loved what he could do. I don't think creativity can be taught. But it doesn't hurt anything for me to make the attempt."
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Date: 2019-09-07 02:50 am (UTC)Another angel caring about the human who's given him so much is reassuring.
"I can only make breakfast food and things out of boxes," he chuckles, "As long as the modern equipment isn't going to throw you for a loop, you have free reign in the kitchen as far as I'm concerned. It's an electric range, not gas."
This is beyond a fling; they're talking about playing house now, and Balthazar loves it. It's always best not to put all one's emotional eggs in the same basket, but it's hard not to get carried away in Lucifer's presence, too.
He leads him into a hallway, at the end of which is clearly a large bedroom, then pauses by a closed door, considers a moment, and nudges it open. It's probably meant to be a second bedroom, a small guestroom, but what's inside is actually an easel, some shelves, art books and scattered supplies ranging from charcoals to oil paints to watercolor cakes.
"I'm not actually any good," he says. "But Levi was a painter. I sort of feel obligated to try, since I took him out of circulation."
Pause. "No, that's a lie, actually. I just loved what he could do. I don't think creativity can be taught. But it doesn't hurt anything for me to make the attempt."