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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[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.