Istredd leans into the kiss and as promised, barely notices the blood now that he is focused on that instead. He pulls out of it to gasp as the memory sweeps through him and he goes through a literal out of body experience. Vertigo is more a problem for when it's his real body struggling for its feet, but this feels closer to a dream.

The sensation of flying and the freedom that comes with it, and the point of view it gives Lucifer of the world he loves, the nature aspect of it. It makes more sense why he created all those sprawling parts of his domain, how he has such detail for the beauty of places he knows. Was it always from up here? Everything feels so large but not in an intimidating way.

He leans his forehead against Lucifer's as he takes it all in, eyes closed, the thrill making his heart beat even faster after the fight. Istredd understands then how harsh it would be, locked away from this so long, when the joy of it was something Lucifer had first. He's seen Lucifer's wings and his true form, he can see that existing in this place.

Istredd doesn't have memories of equal beauty, although no human probably could have an equal memory. Your mind, he grasps Lucifer's shirt and runs hands up past his shoulders. Blood taken along the way, unavoidable. Is so. Istredd kisses him again, intently. Beautiful.