"Ohhh, look at you," Lucifer purrs, now in Istredd's space, tapping a finger beneath Istredd's chin--the one that has the least amount of thick blood still on it. The pride is very strong in him, for Istredd. "I think you do deserve a little extra." He kisses him, deep. What? He's skilled at multitasking.
Lucifer shares with Istredd the first feeling of flight for an angel, the memory. It's very abstract, less imagery than usually Lucifer's memories are.
They have wings and the ability to fly as a bird, but flight can be different for them.
It's holding Earth in their palms and knowing every detail, every curve of a river, mountain peak. Highway, mile markers, street names. The entire scope of a world-in-making sprawled out below and then the constant changing design, whether it be nature or human nature.
He knows Istredd struggles with losing ground, from not being able to touch feet to an immovable surface, but this feeling is from Lucifer's point of view. Istredd may think vertigo but the sensation is absent if he tries to reach for what should be his reality.
Instead it's fledgling creation, new wings, new experience. The uncertainty and the joy and the freedom of it all. Istredd witnesses the conceptual grasping everything at once in the mind and flying instantly to a point, a mountain range, and the entire flight is held under Lucifer's wings--and Istredd's, and thus far in Lucifer's early existence it is the best thing he's ever done.
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Lucifer shares with Istredd the first feeling of flight for an angel, the memory. It's very abstract, less imagery than usually Lucifer's memories are.
They have wings and the ability to fly as a bird, but flight can be different for them.
It's holding Earth in their palms and knowing every detail, every curve of a river, mountain peak. Highway, mile markers, street names. The entire scope of a world-in-making sprawled out below and then the constant changing design, whether it be nature or human nature.
He knows Istredd struggles with losing ground, from not being able to touch feet to an immovable surface, but this feeling is from Lucifer's point of view. Istredd may think vertigo but the sensation is absent if he tries to reach for what should be his reality.
Instead it's fledgling creation, new wings, new experience. The uncertainty and the joy and the freedom of it all. Istredd witnesses the conceptual grasping everything at once in the mind and flying instantly to a point, a mountain range, and the entire flight is held under Lucifer's wings--and Istredd's, and thus far in Lucifer's early existence it is the best thing he's ever done.