"Not directly," Levi says. "But I pick up more things in the background than he thinks I do. It's rough being towed through the world by an immortal being, is the thing. He puts me to sleep a lot so I don't get shell-shocked. But sometimes when I do wake up I can kinda see the memories of what happened, like...like watching a television?"
TV wasn't a thing before he was picked up as a vessel, but he's seen enough to make the metaphorical connection at this point. "Maybe like watching reruns on a television." Shrug.
He's quiet a moment, sorting through Balthazar's thoughts on his own family and on Lucifer's, not sure if he has any insight to offer, or if he should offer it if he does. In the end, he decides to keep his mouth shut for now, but speak up later if the occasion calls for it. When Lucifer mentions his frustration, Levi tilts his head at him thoughtfully, and it's such a Balthazar gesture the lines between angel and vessel almost blur for a moment.
Then the man grins, and it's more like watching someone light up at the opportunity to tease his brother or best friend. "You just haven't hit the right topic to get him started. He's not as down on himself as it sounds like. Ask him about..."
He taps on his knee thoughtfully a second then says, "Ask him about that pocket dimension he built to keep Raphael and Virgil off Castiel's ass. Or about some of the weapons he made. He'll tell you the seraphs gave him the specs, which is true, but he wrote the spells and if you get him talking about those details he'll never stop. He's really good at his Enochian whatsit-stuff--magic, I guess. He knows it, he just got modesty knocked into his head a few too many times."
"Honestly he has some good war stories, too. Fighting with the shedim before the dawn of the human race. And he told me about training on the rings of Saturn with the other Ofanim when we first met, and I swear I could see it in my head. Rings in rings in rings."
Pause.
"Shit, you know, I meant to paint something like that and I never got around to it." Oh, look, his afternoon just got booked! It's like watching a spotlight click on focused on his face. Suddenly he's infused with the itch to paint. "I-if you guys are gonna go...do angel stuff, then I think I'll do some sketching. I'll let him back in, don't worry. He doesn't even have to ask, as far as I'm concerned."
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TV wasn't a thing before he was picked up as a vessel, but he's seen enough to make the metaphorical connection at this point. "Maybe like watching reruns on a television." Shrug.
He's quiet a moment, sorting through Balthazar's thoughts on his own family and on Lucifer's, not sure if he has any insight to offer, or if he should offer it if he does. In the end, he decides to keep his mouth shut for now, but speak up later if the occasion calls for it. When Lucifer mentions his frustration, Levi tilts his head at him thoughtfully, and it's such a Balthazar gesture the lines between angel and vessel almost blur for a moment.
Then the man grins, and it's more like watching someone light up at the opportunity to tease his brother or best friend. "You just haven't hit the right topic to get him started. He's not as down on himself as it sounds like. Ask him about..."
He taps on his knee thoughtfully a second then says, "Ask him about that pocket dimension he built to keep Raphael and Virgil off Castiel's ass. Or about some of the weapons he made. He'll tell you the seraphs gave him the specs, which is true, but he wrote the spells and if you get him talking about those details he'll never stop. He's really good at his Enochian whatsit-stuff--magic, I guess. He knows it, he just got modesty knocked into his head a few too many times."
"Honestly he has some good war stories, too. Fighting with the shedim before the dawn of the human race. And he told me about training on the rings of Saturn with the other Ofanim when we first met, and I swear I could see it in my head. Rings in rings in rings."
Pause.
"Shit, you know, I meant to paint something like that and I never got around to it." Oh, look, his afternoon just got booked! It's like watching a spotlight click on focused on his face. Suddenly he's infused with the itch to paint. "I-if you guys are gonna go...do angel stuff, then I think I'll do some sketching. I'll let him back in, don't worry. He doesn't even have to ask, as far as I'm concerned."