abraxaslogs | Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire

There are few things that can lift Istredd's spirits higher than fresh discovery, and Hayle is full to the brim with it. The day that they've had to explore Hayle has restored him temporarily to his eager and bright self, happily perusing through any parts of the university they allow, curious about the arcana decks and exhibits around the city. There are magical devices being sold that would never be thought of back home. There is a part of him that always thought Hayle would be glorious for someone like him, and it's living up to that expectation.

His fear is less when he can be this distracted and there always seem to be people around. Istredd has been putting a shield around himself more often than not when leaving the room which takes up a lot of his power and focus, and it is dropped here. If Lucifer isn't with him, someone else from Thorne is, and he is never actually alone. Istredd's happy, in truth. Josselyn Creed is dead. Hayle has never-ending details for him to admire. And the angel he fell in love with is his now, somehow.

Until now, clothes for these events has always been something he just has to endure. Istredd has two tunics and both of them are very simple and helps him hide in plain sight, something he prefers. He tells himself he is getting a full set of formal wear so he doesn't have to again. Hayle is the epitome of fashion, they have a spending allowance, and if he gets something here, he can wear it to everything they do from now on. It is logical. Pragmatic.

It definitely doesn't have to do with if his partner would care how he looks in fancier clothes. Lucifer's never indicated that he would care about that. Istredd feels very much like a male bird showing off his bright colors for a mate when he looks at himself in the mirror. He normally wears subdued blues and blacks, and he feels very foolish standing out like this. Yet the suit is fitted perfectly to his tall and lean frame and it is more comfortable than he expected, having thought he would be stiff all night. It was pointed out to him that this shade would make his already vivid blue eyes 'pop' and he has to agree that it does. They'll probably be visible across an entire room reflecting off of this.

Confidence plays a part in this, he knows that, and he has never had much of it but today he is feeling good. There were so many books. He got to chatter at too many fellow scholars, acting extroverted for the first time in his life. Istredd has planned an illusion show for this event, a way to put himself on the map intentionally. And he cannot deny that looking like this will help accomplish that among the snobbish Thorneans.

Those are all the things he told himself. And not that he is secretly hoping that Lucifer will like what he sees and be glad to have chosen him. They are not supposed to be at the event yet and he told Lucifer he would meet him in the room before they go. Mostly as a chance to center himself before being in public, and maybe get a boost of confidence from his partner.

The room at the inn is beautiful, of course, everything here is. Istredd is inside and unlike him, he is pacing the room back and forth, waiting but also trying not to chicken out and slip into one of his other tunics.

Appearance isn't something that Lucifer is drawn to, though he can appreciate and understand the artistry of it just the same as anyone.

It's not even that very-human sense about 'it's what's on the inside that counts.' Or it is, but it's more. Soul-deep. Passion and ingenuity. Inspiration and creativity. Acuity and aptitude. The depths of what Pops poured into mind and being. The parts that were so strong and loud that Lucifer could tweak to send over the edge because they were just that bright.

This isn't a soul he's tried to tarnish, albeit because from the start he wanted to use it as a shield, and oftentimes those function better without corruption.

Now Lucifer just wants to know what Istredd's soul tastes like. If there's something that sets mages apart from witches and humans. If there's some deeper meaning that drew Lucifer in and kept him interested. Pity that he can't actually taste it. ... Safely.

Lucifer knows how to dress up, if he rarely does. Money is always tight, especially with his later plans and his missed trip to Nocwich's Hunting Grounds. Typically he holds onto Thorne's "allowances" that they are so kind give. He doesn't need trinkets or goods, though weaponry would be nice, but that's always risky. He'd hold to his coin here, too, except...

Well. He can rock that devilish title from time to time. And now that he's well aware (at last) that someone is looking, oh, he's going to flaunt it just a bit and have fun with it and preen as much as he damn well feels like.

I don't know what you're so worried about, Lucifer says from the doorway, snuck in and having been leaning against the frame.

While his mind is nearly clear now--just a few occasional twitches towards static, but they're rare--he purposely kept it as much on stealth as he could manage so that Istredd couldn't sense him coming. He recognizes that might just startle the man, but he wanted a moment to watch him while Istredd was consumed in his own distractions.

Lucifer can feel the underlined nervous tics from Istredd, but his own confidence may be enough for the both of them. "You are stunning."

Edited 2023-04-16 06:08 (UTC)

Even the clothes he wore on ascension day, when becoming officially a mage and the place filled to the brim with royalty, were picked for him and he managed to keep it bland. It was the first time he really dressed up and the last thing he was there to do was to draw attention.

Mages do feel different from average humans. Most people with supernatural abilities can sense it on them. Chaos consumes them, empowers them. Hundreds of years they will be sustained on that power. It's just that Istredd is more subtle than most of them. He's always felt the difference in Lucifer. Before he knew what an angel was, something in his Chaos pinged against it. That has never mattered in the end. The details were. The more he learned, the more the cracks fractured, the hungrier he became for the man.

It is why he couldn't be satisfied with a normal polite bond. Official, guarded, proper. They were doomed to end up here, he knows that much. And regrets not a single thing about it.

For example. Istredd's nerves succeed in keeping him just distracted enough not to sense him coming near and he turns to look at him as well. His cheeks immediately flush from the compliment and Lucifer can feel the pleasure of his success bleed through. He has never dressed up for anyone hoping for a compliment. Everything between them is new and impossible.

A compliment from Lucifer for something so shallow as appearance does the trick, his blush followed by a wave of smugness and confidence. "Well I am trying to draw attention for once." In theory, attention from the Thorne officials, in practice, Lucifer.

Now it is his turn to give his partner a look over and he has found him obnoxiously handsome for so long that it seems unfair to dress up on top of that. Istredd would want him if wearing a burlap sack, but the clasps on the shirt. The leather tight pants. The bright blue snakeskin that feels so very him and also matches his own clothes to perfection. Istredd takes his time to look at him from top to bottom.

No, you need to change, you're too attractive. Half-joking, half-serious. He wants to devour Lucifer whole. For months Istredd has successfully pushed away his attraction to Lucifer to protect him from unwanted attention. But there is no hiding the desire that bleeds between them and he wants to put his hands on him.

He gives in a tiny bit by walking close to him and reaching out to touch the jacket in particular. The fabric is scale-adjacent, it is reasonable to want to feel that for himself. "I'm going to be distracted all night," he whines.

"You'll have no problems there." Grabbing attention, that is. Lucifer even hopes Istredd manages to pull the eye of the Thorne officials; stick it to them. Stick it to all of them for just using them as their little tools.

Any tool can be too sharp. Thorne will learn that one day, Lucifer will make them see it.

He ghosts a touch just under Istredd's tie, grinning, but doesn't mess it up despite the desire very noticeably being there.

Pity, he says, with no sympathy his plight. He's brimming with satisfaction. But I suppose if you think it could help, he adds, which alone should be an Early Warning sign as he makes the "painstaking" move to shoulder out of his jacket, holding it up by the collar alone, like that could possibly help even though they both very well know it only makes things worse.

Istredd has never put in a bid for attention before but he is warming up under it. "I signed up to put on an illusion show." It was an impulsive choice, and he may have already had some regrets. His skill is without question, but all those eyes on him. When he really only wants one pair of eyes on him. It's always been him being attracted to Lucifer.

"You are such a problem." He says with a sigh. Istredd should make him put his jacket back on but he is only human. He takes advantage of Lucifer's hand busy with the jacket and runs his hands down Lucifer's chest, playing with the clasps on his tunic.

"You know, this is technically our first outing as a couple." They have been doing everything as a couple for a long time, but Istredd doubts he'll be able to stop himself from looking besotted all night.

Edited 2023-04-18 02:29 (UTC)

"If you do magic then you don't have to talk to anyone," Lucifer points out. He just has to do what he's already good at and people will keep their distance, though they may approach him afterwards. Still, there are worse things. It's not a speech.

That's the best compliment anyone could give me, he practically trills at being called 'such a problem'. This really should be no surprise.

"Last chance," he offers, but there's no seriousness to the words, no overwhelming levels of doubt from the early parts of that night. Last chance to back out, to not go through with whatever this is between them. To simply let it go. "Otherwise," he continues, leaning into Istredd's space, "I am dragging you out to that dance floor."

"You make a good point. This is why I keep you around." He laughs and that will help some of his nerves. Istredd knows that his abilities can be impressive, given the chance, Stregobor taught him well. It won't be his first time. But it still is in front of many people, and mages on top of that. It has to be perfect. He has been studying intently all the Arcana.

He hums at that and his hands curl into Lucifer's shirt, tugging him closer. "I think we can spare five minutes." It's playing with fire but Istredd is very much in love and he is still reveling in the fact he gets to do this now. He has been good about not invading Lucifer's personal space outside of times like this, privately in their room.

He kisses him with far more passion than he should for five minutes but it is supposed to sustain him for the rest of the night. Istredd normally doesn't dance but being in Lucifer's arms for that sounds so good. He needs a taste of it now. His fingers curl into his hair and muss it slightly, holding his head still so he can take what he needs.

That adoration Lucifer enjoys feeling is pouring into him now.

"Is that why?" he jokes lightly.

This is not going to sustain either of them.

In fact, Lucifer's pretty sure Istredd is metaphorically shooting himself in the foot for this. Not a taste to last, but an addiction that they won't be able to truly satiate. Well, Lucifer isn't doing any grand displays at the party, so he can afford to be distracted until he can make the notable claim to the dance floor. A claim that everyone already assumes they have to each other, but that's besides the point.

Lucifer mentally thrums with appreciation, soaking Istredd's thoughts in, greedy in a way that Istredd always was, but not Lucifer. He took advantage of their open minds but never pulled for more than was offered.

He is not fixing his hair after this.

Five minutes isn't nearly enough, don't be too out of focus for your performance, Istredd. He nips at Istredd before pulling away, amused and very interested in the man being some of the way distracted during the illusion show and Lucifer with full attention on him.

It definitely is not sustainable if they are going to actually go anywhere, and Istredd knows that. And he does want them to go. He may be nervous and maybe intentionally trying to build up his confidence, make himself feel bigger and better than he is. Being Lucifer's chosen does give him that ego boost he desperately needs at the moment.

He sighs and smooths down Lucifer's clothes from where he was just gripping a little too hard, gesturing for the coat. "Put it back on, troublemaker." Istredd does intentionally muss Lucifer's hair even more though just because, although it only looks better on him, which is truly enraging. He makes an annoyed tch noise about that, while sharing with Lucifer mentally why.

"You are not going to distract me. Dancing with you will be a reward for putting on a good show." See if he can focus on being on the other side of that attention, and maybe make Lucifer a little proud of him, he can get through it. Once he actually begins, Istredd will seem perfectly confident and competent, using magic always is so much easier than getting himself there.

"Stunning, you said?"

He could distract Istredd, but he wouldn't, not at any public event. Their daily lives in Thorne are putting on appearances, showing their value in dazzling displays of power and bloodshed (well, that last one was more of a Lucifer Thing). He would never risk causing that confidence and showmanship to falter with their officials looking on.

Lucifer doesn't look away from the performance, keeping cross-armed, leaning against a wall. He imagines for as long as Istredd had his magic bound up, this release must be a relief. Necessary, even. He's kept himself so cooped up to an unhealthy degree, Lucifer's not sure Istredd has done such a burst of magic use.

"Flawless," he says. "It's good to see you in your element again." After hiding for so long.

It's true that for all his nerves, the moment he gets started, it all falls away. Istredd has never really shown off to this extent before, to a point where he could cover an entire ballroom with illusions as easy as breathing. After all that time without his Chaos, he did need this. There is actual joy in him as he watches it all come alive, as if he remembers now that magic wasn't always about necessity. Sometimes he truly does love to be a mage. Yennefer craves the power of Chaos, but Istredd craves the beauty of it.

For someone who usually avoids attention, Istredd allows himself a good fifteen seconds or so of smiling at the applause and soaking in the approval. Then he is moving aside for someone else to take the spotlight and beelines straight for Lucifer. He did keep himself intentionally from noticing his partner, just in case, but he feels good.

"What, hiding under your bed wasn't my element?" Istredd grins at him and they're in public again so he doesn't touch him obviously. He leans against the wall next to him instead and then bumps his shoulder in a way that would be friendly if it wasn't the after now.

"I've never done that without feeling under the scrutiny of the wrong person." He means Stregobor, who taught him, whose approval of Istredd's skill was always narcissistic. "Until now." Until you.

If they weren't having a good time he'd be tempted to push the issue. That Istredd boxing himself into their room is just pushing into his own fear. He remembers how the mage reacted when Lucifer showed him his Cage, it wasn't only rage for what happened to Lucifer, but there was his own terror underneath it, and it's not the same but it's close enough that Istredd is putting himself into that.

But not here. Not now. When they get back he'll push. Even if it's just sitting high up on the walls as Lucifer still does. He's less inclined to bring Istredd with him to the Winking Cauldron.

He does not want to be put under Mildred's scrutiny.

"Unless you were secretly born a cavedweller," he jokes, "then no, it seems a bit of a stretch."

And I'd say you're still under mostly the wrong scrutiny. Ambrose has already returned to Thorne, but Jolene may still be around. She may be a winner to keep around, but time will only tell. He leans into the bump, keeps their arms pressed together, sign enough that he doesn't mind. He's listening only absently to the next performance. "Now you just have some highlights. I hope you know I'm not the only one to appreciate your talents." Oh, his ego would say he's the only one that matters, but Istredd is deserving of other recognition.

Istredd knows without it needing to be said that Lucifer is concerned about his continued withdrawal and he agrees it is going to be a problem if he can't shake out of it eventually. He is here though. He is trying. He even went into town with Kyle once, although that meant he was more withdrawn once he got back, despite it being successful. Istredd would rather not talk about it, but both of them are attempting to talk more. It is part of the deal.

"Born one, no, but did I tell you I was an archaeologist as well as a historian and scholar?" Istredd is glad their arms are still allowed to be pressed together, it's nice. Urianger and Stephen are both doing their own presentations at some point so he'll try to not be distracted for those. "I was in many digs and caves." His love of rocks is eternal.

It's an intentional scrutiny. I can hold up under it. Probably. Hopefully. Istredd has to play a lot nicer with the mages here than he would against Stregobor, to be fair. Him being the favorite meant he could call him a liar in a full room of mages and only get a gentle rebuke. He isn't about to show that attitude with Ambrose.

"Don't encourage me to get an ego, Lucifer, we'll all regret it." He runs his fingers along the back of Lucifer's hand but doesn't hold it.

"You know I don't think you did, but honestly if you said it in the beginning I likely ignored it, and it wasn't an addendum after your list of magical specialties where I tripped over your psionics mention and almost threatened to kill you if you dug around in my head."

Despite the bland statement, he is completely amused by the sentiment. He'd been annoyed and angry about it the first time he let Istredd into his head, and resigned exhausted fight when they formed the bond.

Now he's just laughing, internally full-blown, externally just quiet chuckling to not rudely interfere with the performances.

And you're right, probably not an instance Istredd would like to hear those words, you with an ego would be hard to live with.

"You didn't threaten me though, which in retrospect, is a bit of a surprise." They weren't as close then, although they were harmoniously living together and on the verge of being friendly.

Istredd tries not to laugh which is difficult with Lucifer laughing inside his mind, but it really is incredible what a vast change from that sentiment it became. I would like to point out that I never pushed to be in your mind, you always invited me in. He was perfectly polite about it and followed his promise not to dig into Lucifer's head.

Though as they both know now, Istredd is guilty of making the bond what it is now.

"I wouldn't know what to do with one, don't worry. That's why I find confidence attractive in other people." False confidence counts, since they both know some of Lucifer's is put upon. And so is Yennefer's.

"If you could've read my mind then you'd have known I definitely wanted to." He reaches up with his hand that's further from Istredd, making a pinching gesture. "Itty bitty death threats rolling around in my head." But no, the actual threat fell to the side. Given the conversation that had lead into it and that he didn't really want to vet another roommate, and that Istredd--relatively speaking--cared about boundaries unlike all of angelkind, Lucifer included... acting out just hadn't been worth it.

Although even if he had issued the threat they still likely would have ended up in the same place. Istredd shook off all of Lucifer's irregular, violent behaviors.

I'm aware, he says. Lucifer knows everything he freely gave, just as he knows the few things he's held back. Everything the light touches... What about that shadowy place way out there? You must never go there, Istredd. Lucifer's divine presence is so strong that its hard to see the shadows that do exist in his mind, and he'll keep it that way, keep them safe.

"Is that how you dress it up? Here I thought you were just attracted to trainwrecks in-motion."

"You didn't need to, I got the message. I'm glad I didn't tell you right away though, you might have abandoned me, and then where would we be now." He was safe as a placeholder as long as he was tolerable and easy. And non-threatening. By the time Lucifer knew, they liked each other better. Istredd's proven exactly why he didn't mention it by now, he is very respectful of boundaries.

I definitely fell in love with your mind first. I thought it had to be obvious when I called it beautiful. That was before Istredd knew that he was developing feelings really, although it probably should have been a sign things were headed in that direction for him. As soon as the bond happened, it was inevitable. Access to that beautiful brain at all times. Impossible to resist.

Istredd is casually referring to his love now because it's clear and they're both aware of it. No reason to be shy about it now.

"You could say that, I would say tempestuous and intense personalities mixed with brilliance and beauty."

"Why would that be obvious!" Whoops, that was a bit loud. And vocal. It gets them some glances, but mostly from locals. He should maybe be annoyed that the Summoned just easily brush it off. Logically my mind is amazing. And a surreal sight to behold. Oh, and divine, let's not forget that. His feathers are only mildly ruffled. Metaphorically. (Probably). Some things should, I don't know, actually be spelled out.

For silly little angels that aren't supposed to change or have relationships or anything like that.

Sheesh!

Now you're just sugarcoating it and I can't dance with you yet.

Whoops that was out loud. Istredd does dart his eyes to see who noticed but luckily anyone who did was back to looking at the shows. He waits until he's sure that no one is staring at them before he sneaks his hand out and takes Lucifer's, threading their fingers together like he gets to do sometimes now.

Would you have listened back then? Or been open to it? It was only a month after you said you weren't interested in people. That was before Luna and the ship, which is where things took a major turn for them, but that didn't mean Lucifer would have been receptive to his feelings. He mentally soothes Lucifer's ruffled feathers to the best of his ability.

But I put a lot of work into making sure you didn't know, so it wasn't obvious, you're right. I didn't want to ... disgust you. Or risk us. Especially not after the bond. Istredd did have to use effort to block his longing and adoration and it did bleed out all over the place, obvious to people who knew where to look. Lucifer had reacted to the idea of being interested in Yennefer with disgust. Why would Istredd be any different?

"I mean every word." About his type and the rest. "But again, a reminder, two people having similar traits doesn't make them the same person."

No, I likely would have laughed at you, he says honestly, quiet for as much as thoughts can be. He hums. Not out of cruelty, just a different sort of dismissive disbelief than the variety you did get in the end, but nothing I would have entertained.

Then Istredd continues and he does laugh, a muffled scoff. He turns, not dislodging their hands, facing Istredd completely and just out of his breathing space that maybe it could be ignored if anyone was paying them any mind, but he didn't particularly care one way or another. His other hand presses to the wall besides Istredd's head, partially obscuring his view from one side, and looks that little ways up at him. He's not used to being shorter than anyone.

You couldn't have disgusted me and you wouldn't have gotten rid of me that easily. This he is certain about. It would have been odd and maybe stunted but they would have worked around it. Maybe Lucifer wouldn't have dumped his revenge plot quite yet for Istredd, but they were friends, and Lucifer only had one other of those.

There is a minor flicker in his eyes, just the barest shift, at the mention of that last part. He does believe Istredd, but it will be a thought that comes back on occasion, like a bad cold. For now, he's mentally sound.

Laughing at me would have been the worst response. Istredd's feelings were already very delicate and he would have been humiliated by it, whether Lucifer was trying to be cruel or not. But that time I told you I'd keep you warm? Definitely the first time I tried to openly flirt with you. So when Lucifer brought it up the other day and they were in bed together moments later, it was very amusing to Istredd. At the time it seemed to go over Lucifer's head though.

He isn't the one who cares really about people seeing them, to be honest. Istredd's entire view gets taken up by Lucifer and he craves it, turning toward him as if they are in a private situation entirely. He does manage not to touch him more, but looking into his eyes this closely, it's their minds touching. He is as pleased with their emotional honesty as their intimate hand-holding.

Our friendship was the most important thing I had, something that was only mine. So it would have been everything to him to keep it, despite making it awkward. It is why he kept it to himself so long though. Why damage something already so beautiful? Why take any chance with them?

But in the pit I kept wondering what was the point of living through it if I was never going to ask for what I wanted. It is painfully sincere and sentimental, he knows that, but it is the truth, and they are trying to tell that to each other. Nearly dying is not a new way that people are forced to think about their future. But I really didn't think you'd possibly agree until the moment you kissed me.

Yeah, he gets laughing would've been bad. Unfortunately for more people than just them it is his innate reaction to things. It's called expressing one's self! Right? Right. Everyone should be happy he is so open with such a thing these days instead of layers upon layers upon layers of masks.

It's not his fault that they don't like what they get. It's just him! It's how he is!

Fortunately he's not only learning but maybe-kinda-sorta accepting the consequences of his actions, or at least noticing and processing the results within seconds instead of falling to the wayside.

(Yaaaay.)

Humans live through suffering. I've never understood it. Why waste so much time living in pain for small grasps at salvation? He tilts his head. There is a softness still to his thoughts, the rare underlining bits that Istredd sometimes gets, but the words are very much that of Entity more than the forced-upon humanity he's found himself in. I don't particularly think our friendship was worth your quiet suffering, but I'm sure you'd argue that.

Istredd always remembers that Lucifer isn't human, he never gets fooled by the exterior, by the body he knows he is possessing as a host. He may look human and start to have human-adjacent feelings, but ever since Istredd touched his mind the first time, he knows. Lucifer's mind is unique, fascinating, alien. Divine, apparently, but not human. The archangel he showed him once, majestic and bizarre, does feel more like him. But Istredd doubts he would be able to touch him in that body, so he is glad for the vessel.

The rest of the room might as well not exist to him right then. His eyes and attention are fully on Lucifer, especially since they are so close physically. He considers his answer, caressing a thumb against the outside of Lucifer's hand.

I am really not interested in salvation. Sin is frankly not in his mindset of things to worry about. His world is cruel and cold. Sin is something religious people worry about. Moral grayness is where he lives permanently. Grasps at happiness, maybe, or conviction, satisfaction, peace. I lived for years content enough in my research and discovery. No suffering there, although I suppose it would be mundane to most people. He has had extremely bad things happen to him, suffering was on him from a young age, but it wasn't only that.

With all due respect, Lucifer, you lived through billions of years of suffering. Our lifetimes are so small compared to yours, even mine. Human time living in pain? It's a blink of an eye compared to Lucifer's billions. Since Lucifer is blocking some of him from view, the other hand does what it did earlier, just runs along his scaled jacket, intimate but not out of bounds.

If I spent a hundred more years in pain longing for you, our friendship would be worth every moment of it to me. We came from different universes, we should have never met, never had this. So of course I cherish it in every form. Every word rings truly because Lucifer knows he can't lie to him. He probably could, but he'd give it away by trying to block him from seeing.

He smiles though after a second, amused. "But I am very relieved it didn't take a hundred years."

The reminder of how fleeting human life is should be reason enough for Lucifer to cut his losses. Why get invested in something that's only going to give him a temporary endorphin release and then be gone in a blink?

But then, archangels should be eternal; and Lucifer knows for a fact that He Was Not. So that true fact that his own lifetime could be limited to just a pinprick even before Abraxas is... well, maybe not enough a reminder that he should do something so reckless like try to take snatches at--at happiness for himself, but...

It does fall back into the conundrum about reaching for things he wants and allowing himself the opportunity.

The concept of "happiness" is even more removed from his thoughts than "wants."

The Future Lucifer in Michael's timeline was killed for unexplained reasons.

This Lucifer...

My kind isn't as eternal as you may think, and you might very well just kill me with kindness, Istredd. I'd say by all means, tell me more anyway, but at some point we're going to be required to mingle.

Istredd's never been on the other side of an aging dilemma, since he did try to make things work with normal humans but the lifespan would have come up eventually. It's not why anything ended though. He isn't worried about it. If all goes well, he has at least five hundred years ahead of him. If it's all spent here, so be it. Maybe what he told Kyle will be true for them too, the Summoned who live that long will be more than people that far down the road.

Happiness is new to him too. Istredd's been fine with contentment. Contentment is nice, simple, safe. The best way to spend long stretches of time. Happiness can be taken away, but oh it is too delicious to let go of.

I'll be killing you with kindness daily, that's what you signed up for. Istredd smiles and he knows they are getting more and more obvious and he never saw himself as the tacky kind of PDA person. So he resists doing anything more stupid like playing with his shirt.

I'll talk about anything you want. That is what he said this whole thing was about. Them actually communicating, and talking about nicer things is far better than not. He sighs about needing to mingle, but the timing is good because it seems like the poetry readings are over, and that means music is starting soon.

He squeezes Lucifer's hand. "You owe me a dance." He can't believe he is excited about dancing for the first time in his life.

Edited 2023-04-24 04:35 (UTC)

I'm cheating. - takes place pre-banquet

idk what you're talking about this is definitely posted on time

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