Falling back into thoughts is like riding a bike. Well. Lucifer's never ridden a bike. Like flying, maybe? You never really forget how. ... Unless you're Future Castiel, maybe. Ha. That's how he could ruin Castiel's life. Tell him that he ruined Heaven redux version by causing all the angels to fall and getting everyone's wings actually broken.
For all the Lucifer is considered a "fallen" angel, his wings have always been intact.
Mmm. That would feel really nice. Michael would likely back him up on it if Castiel thought he was lying. Jack would be able to back it up in some way, not that he'd want to if he knew Lucifer's reasoning.
It's a tangent, anyway.
He's able to slide more into the mental communication than he was when he met Istredd in Nocwich. It's helping more now that sleep, while still on his periphery, is receding. The adrenaline is too, finally. A steady beat of his resting heart rate, but much lower.
Too many wild cards. ... Wild people. Feral and unsocialized chaotic monsters, the lot of them. Himself included. Thorne tightened the leash in that first week. I tried telling you a little of it. It made the already small box smaller, and when they opened it up unnaturally wide for us a week later, I don't think any of us even absorbed the breadth of it.
He's been staring at the ceiling this whole time. He was leading into a point, wasn't he?
I don't know how the other two factions reacted entirely. I know they were working. But I don't for a moment believe they were as adept in their survivability as Thorne, because the Thorne Summoned always operate like they have something to lose. People, freedom, control. There's a similar vein through each of us, unable to be ignored.
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Falling back into thoughts is like riding a bike. Well. Lucifer's never ridden a bike. Like flying, maybe? You never really forget how. ... Unless you're Future Castiel, maybe. Ha. That's how he could ruin Castiel's life. Tell him that he ruined Heaven redux version by causing all the angels to fall and getting everyone's wings actually broken.
For all the Lucifer is considered a "fallen" angel, his wings have always been intact.
Mmm. That would feel really nice. Michael would likely back him up on it if Castiel thought he was lying. Jack would be able to back it up in some way, not that he'd want to if he knew Lucifer's reasoning.
It's a tangent, anyway.
He's able to slide more into the mental communication than he was when he met Istredd in Nocwich. It's helping more now that sleep, while still on his periphery, is receding. The adrenaline is too, finally. A steady beat of his resting heart rate, but much lower.
Too many wild cards. ... Wild people. Feral and unsocialized chaotic monsters, the lot of them. Himself included. Thorne tightened the leash in that first week. I tried telling you a little of it. It made the already small box smaller, and when they opened it up unnaturally wide for us a week later, I don't think any of us even absorbed the breadth of it.
He's been staring at the ceiling this whole time. He was leading into a point, wasn't he?
I don't know how the other two factions reacted entirely. I know they were working. But I don't for a moment believe they were as adept in their survivability as Thorne, because the Thorne Summoned always operate like they have something to lose. People, freedom, control. There's a similar vein through each of us, unable to be ignored.