Istredd has already gone too far by talking about this, revealing things he wouldn't ordinarily. Kell has apparently gotten so deep under his guard that he didn't even see it coming. It probably was because he caught him in the middle of a vulnerable moment, otherwise he would have been quick enough to smooth it over.
Being with Lucifer in general has been consuming lately, but even more so tonight. Their first official 'date.' Dressing up for each other, dancing together. It's the kind of romance he didn't expect for them in that it is genuinely romantic. He never really got to have this kind of relationship, and he knows Lucifer hasn't. He's already come this far talking to Kell so apparently this is going to be vulnerability time for him, stretched out a few more minutes before he comes back to his sanity.
"In the decades without her, I couldn't really open myself up to anyone new. People tried, good people, men and women that probably were better suited to me in interests and temperament." Intellectuals like him, kind and soft-hearted, smart, hard-working, calm, basically him as a type. Istredd tried though. He would shrug it off for awhile and then be lonely and try with someone new, rinse and repeat, and it always ended because of his closed heart. And his ambitions were work, not for anything else.
"Then I get kidnapped to another sphere and I meet an angel. And he just ... knocks me right off my feet." Istredd laughs, in that bubbling sort of incredulous and emotional way, and he hates it. "This wasn't supposed to happen. For either of us. It should be impossible."
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Being with Lucifer in general has been consuming lately, but even more so tonight. Their first official 'date.' Dressing up for each other, dancing together. It's the kind of romance he didn't expect for them in that it is genuinely romantic. He never really got to have this kind of relationship, and he knows Lucifer hasn't. He's already come this far talking to Kell so apparently this is going to be vulnerability time for him, stretched out a few more minutes before he comes back to his sanity.
"In the decades without her, I couldn't really open myself up to anyone new. People tried, good people, men and women that probably were better suited to me in interests and temperament." Intellectuals like him, kind and soft-hearted, smart, hard-working, calm, basically him as a type. Istredd tried though. He would shrug it off for awhile and then be lonely and try with someone new, rinse and repeat, and it always ended because of his closed heart. And his ambitions were work, not for anything else.
"Then I get kidnapped to another sphere and I meet an angel. And he just ... knocks me right off my feet." Istredd laughs, in that bubbling sort of incredulous and emotional way, and he hates it. "This wasn't supposed to happen. For either of us. It should be impossible."