Beside the Still Waters (Locked to the_rebel_son)

[tryingitall]

The river is wide and placid, water a deep greenish-brown from a distance, clearer the closer you get, with patches of whitewater toward the center. The rocks Balthazar has set them on are a small island, more than enough space to house dozens of sunbathers, and surrounded by water weeds on all sides. There are chalk drawings on one of the boulders. Looks like a crude mermaid, a few birds, and several games of tic-tac-toe.

Balthazar looks around to make sure they're alone, and then takes Lucifer's hand and holds it against his chest, looking up into his face. "This should be safer."

His wings are still flared, in that quantum state that hides them from human eyes, but visible to Lucifer once more. If anything, they look slightly fluffier. That's either a response to the energy or some kind of semi-physical reaction to arousal. He's blushing a little, too.

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[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer would have rather flown of his own accord but he relents to the younger angel's enthusiasm. He would have turned violent on most other beings if they attempted to carry him.

He still feels like a wreck inside though pride, and being in nature, has done wonders for subduing most of the disconcerting thoughts and emotions. Lucifer wraps his arm around Balthazar's waist and leans his forehead against his companion's. He's reveling in the absence of war, strife, isolation, and so many other burdens that came with the mantle of rulership of the Fallen.

He drops some of the illusion on his own wings letting both pairs and subdued colors show through, if only because he knows this angel's seeming obsession with wings. He places a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling away just enough to look into the other angel's eyes.

"You are blushing again." He's delighted every time it happens.