He actually meant to bring this up to Aziraphale and Crowley, if only to reassure them that the Lucifer he's met in the Nexus won't have any interest in hurting them or starting Armageddon. Technically, Lucifer is a being beyond Balthazar's ken; he's really only a standard-issue rank and file angel, or so he thinks, but for whatever reason he's been given a glimpse of what's within the heart of the Morningstar, and lived. He wouldn't trust any other world's version as far as he could throw them, but this one he's sure of.
What he's not sure of is how to broach the topic of 'yes, I've slept with him, plan to do it again, and have given him the key to my apartment'. Oof.
And as fluffy and sweet and incapable of aggression as Aziraphale seems to him, there's a part of him that feels a chill of fear and hurt. Is he going to have to watch another brother--cousin---whatever....turn on him?
He dials the number, cancels it. Starts to text him, pauses and erases several messages. Drinks two thirds of a bottle of bourbon. Dials again.
"Hello! Got your message." He sounds aggressively cheery.
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Date: 2019-09-07 02:54 pm (UTC)Oh.
Well. Shit.
He actually meant to bring this up to Aziraphale and Crowley, if only to reassure them that the Lucifer he's met in the Nexus won't have any interest in hurting them or starting Armageddon. Technically, Lucifer is a being beyond Balthazar's ken; he's really only a standard-issue rank and file angel, or so he thinks, but for whatever reason he's been given a glimpse of what's within the heart of the Morningstar, and lived. He wouldn't trust any other world's version as far as he could throw them, but this one he's sure of.
What he's not sure of is how to broach the topic of 'yes, I've slept with him, plan to do it again, and have given him the key to my apartment'. Oof.
And as fluffy and sweet and incapable of aggression as Aziraphale seems to him, there's a part of him that feels a chill of fear and hurt. Is he going to have to watch another brother--cousin---whatever....turn on him?
He dials the number, cancels it. Starts to text him, pauses and erases several messages. Drinks two thirds of a bottle of bourbon. Dials again.
"Hello! Got your message." He sounds aggressively cheery.