Vessels and Trueforms

[tryingitall]

Balthazar lands on the terrace, taking the opportunity to set out the decorative baby pumpkins, as well as the larger one, and tracing a light preservation spell over them before heading inside. His Halloween shopping gets set on the kitchen counter, still in the bag. He's pretty casual about his surroundings sometimes, equally at home with tidiness and clutter. He seems to have brought in some additional groceries and drinks today, though, and these are put away in the pantry and refrigerator.

There's apple cider, for one thing, and a couple bottles of a golden-tinted auslese with a cornucopia on the label. He likes sweet wines.

This minimal labor done, he goes into the living room and flops onto the sofa, looking pensive. "Best to do this slowly, I think," he says to Lucifer. "I'll let him take control of the vessel for a bit before trying to separate. To talk to you, perhaps? I think he'll want to."

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[tryingitall]

Maybe Lucifer will be gratified to find that at last, this time, Balthazar has no words of protest or will to shrug off the compliment. Whether it’s because of overhearing the conversation with Levi or some other reason, all he does is glow and curl his wing closer around the other angel, presence radiating with pleased laughter. It’s hard, it’s counterintuitive, and it will take him a long while to really shake it off, but when it comes down to it, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying being enjoyed, is there?

The Ofan takes off after Lucifer, and he probably does a better job keeping up than most other angels would, but no, he has no chance of competing. He doesn’t mind, either; they both know where they will be ending up, and they both have a pretty clear idea what they’ll be doing there. For the moment there’s nothing but happy anticipation in Balthazar’s mind. All is right with the world. This world, at least. His own can wait.

From a long distance away, there’s a chance some of the citizens of the Nexus will catch an inkling of this display. Strange occurrences happen here and there in the Nexus. Some days there will be flying whales in the sky overhead, or the ether will be a soft green instead of blue. Sometimes huge mushrooms grow between trees in the woods, or elk the size of dinosaurs go tearing down the mountainsides in the Wilds. Light beyond light in the sky is bound to be noteworthy, but at least no one will be harmed, and no one will cower anticipating the end of the multiverse. They’re a safe distance from everything.

Balthazar remembers the gleam on the primordial sea when he was newly-born. Stars whirling in a purple sky overhead, moments of breathless wonder where even the funny little bacteria pulling themselves apart to make ever more of themselves were of such exquisite beauty he almost couldn’t bear the joy of watching them. He was a mirror, once; all the Ofanim were. When there was no war, only creation; they reflected back the delight of everything they saw.

The moment he comes into view of Lucifer, he is that mirror once again, and he can feel the light permeate every last part of him. Light, morning—the morning of the universe itself--dawn of consciousness and the accompanying awe of the realization that one exists.

His hurtling gait across the sky slows. Time is a funny thing; it keeps events in order and that’s nice and all, but sometimes it pushes you past something before you’re done with it. Balthazar wants it to slow down, ease up, and give him a chance to take in what’s before him. There is too much of Lucifer to see, but not too much to feel. His wings stretch wider, though he closes some of his eyes, and he just glides, letting the inexorable bond pull them closer and closer together.

He thinks he understands something now, in the face of this fountain of untamed passion and devotion. Of course a being made up so completely of love would be upset to hear him call himself unworthy of adoration. It’s like putting up a wall between them.

For the life of him, Balthazar can’t come up with words to say in response to that greeting, but he reaches, silent except for the fireworks-whoosh sound of his wings, his essence, and curls himself around the other angel as tightly as he can.

[the_rebel_son]

If only Lucifer knew the other angel was finally understanding. However, he doesn't have the mind for any of those thoughts right now. All of his senses are locked on the angel drifting toward him. Lucifer had always found creation beautiful, all of it, but this was different. He couldn't place it other than relate it to the rightness he felt when he first stepped into creation, separating the dark with his own light. There was a rightness to the touch of the angel as it wrapped around him.

Lucifer wasn't as solid, more energy than matter. In Balthazar's embrace he flows in to fill up the space around the wings, between the feathers, yearning to touch every part of the angel. This kind of closeness, that he couldn't get when he masqueraded in a more mortal form, lead to some of his extreme lust. There was always need for a closeness just out of his reach, though touching and blending Graces relieved some of it.

The brightness of Lucifer sighs with the contact, content and calm for once. He slowly brightens allowing more of his presence to show through. With the light comes more warmth and a pulse of emotion. Contact with Balthazar's true form solidified the intense love and devotion Lucifer already felt. And then his essence simply started to flow, moving and fluttering against the other angel. It's not quite sexual but sensual and erotic. He just hangs there, pressing as close as he can to Balthazar. Cursed with the sins as he was the mortal yearnings attached to them didn't fade with the shedding if his mortal form.

[tryingitall]

They're a drumbeat, and a melody; something primal and overwhelming being echoed and soothed and embraced by something softer and newer but bright and warm in its own right. They fit together. They fit, and Lucifer can probably feel the shock of joy Balthazar feels with that realization.

Balthazar is a strange, almost quantum blend of matter and energy, multidimensional and strung together with threads of Grace and intention. There is space between his feathers, in the center of his rings; he could wrap himself around Lucifer at this size and still be wrapped within Lucifer.

He's knit Grace with a few other angels before. It's the most intimate sensation he can imagine; closeness beyond sexual intercourse. This, though--this is even more so. He feels like he's melting into Lucifer, the edges of the two of them blurring and blending together. We fit.

Whatever sense of smallness or unworthiness he may feel at times, here and now he casts it aside. How can he not, in the face of so much love? This is everything he's ever wanted.

[the_rebel_son]

He is primal, and as he continues to reveal himself in tiny increments that will become ever more true. He needs the soothing and the brightness after all the hurt and darkness that has threatened to tear him apart. They fit in so many ways but the surge of joy and his own echo of happiness and affection gives the notion weight.

Lucifer hadn't had words for it, and now that they were this close, his mind is back on the incredible pull he had felt when they first met. It had felt like madness the way the feelings crashed on him, nearly drowning him and certainly overwhelming his common sense. As Balthazar blended with him the pull made sense, then and now. Maybe he had known, down deep inside the way they would fit together?

Lucifer responds to the undeniable way they fit with a cry from deep inside. Behind all the love and fire, there's so much pain. Eons of wanting to be more than a tool someone used, to be something others were truly happy with, to be treated like he wasn't something broken beyond repair or worth. The closeness is exposing all the frayed and unhealed edges where the love between Lucifer and God had once existed. However, Lucifer doesn't linger on the pain. Instead his large pair of wings wrap around Balthazar and happiness floods his presence. He's never been as grateful for anything as he is for finding the angel in his embrace.