[Lucifer has been watching at the edge, leaned against a surface, almost looking to be melded into it. Hidden from most others but Lucifer knows by now that she'll pick up on his mental presence more than his physical.
He's respectfully watching, a light glint in his eyes when he takes in her painting of space. He has a love for the cosmos. The wonder of it all. Few things seem more infinite than himself and his family, after all.
He's really not sure what's up with the Stone and all, but she's holding a captive audience. Way better than Lucifer telling nightmarish fairytales to the Thorne children, but maybe he'd have better luck with fey.]
And did it?
[He hadn't meant to speak--or rather, he hadn't meant to draw attention to himself. He wants to ask how it considered home when it didn't understand loneliness either, but he's not about to argue through her storytelling.]
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He's respectfully watching, a light glint in his eyes when he takes in her painting of space. He has a love for the cosmos. The wonder of it all. Few things seem more infinite than himself and his family, after all.
He's really not sure what's up with the Stone and all, but she's holding a captive audience. Way better than Lucifer telling nightmarish fairytales to the Thorne children, but maybe he'd have better luck with fey.]
And did it?
[He hadn't meant to speak--or rather, he hadn't meant to draw attention to himself. He wants to ask how it considered home when it didn't understand loneliness either, but he's not about to argue through her storytelling.]