Istredd's mistake, likely the last time he might ever make it, is to assume anything about Lucifer.
He hovers his touch so impossibly close that if Istredd tries to move in his grip he might just barely get a graze. Lucifer continues to watch him, his eyes lidded.
He says each word very distinctly, a minor light backing his irises: "I didn't hear that." He wants the words, spoken.
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Istredd's mistake, likely the last time he might ever make it, is to assume anything about Lucifer.
He hovers his touch so impossibly close that if Istredd tries to move in his grip he might just barely get a graze. Lucifer continues to watch him, his eyes lidded.
He says each word very distinctly, a minor light backing his irises: "I didn't hear that." He wants the words, spoken.