Set my sights on the setting sun

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer
When: July and August
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catch-all
Warnings: me apparently not being able to label prompts correctly alphabetical




Heaven talks, but not to me
'Cause Heaven knows that nothing good comes free ♫
[Will match style.]

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[carmesi]

[everything about lucifer and the people close to him is complicated, but there’s nothing complicated in the way wanda tilts her head sideways to look at him, a small smile on her features.]

I don’t just sit here. [it’s a genuine statement] There’s a reason why we haven’t walked into it, yet.

[she loves her boys, so much, but it’s a bittersweet thing to experience every time—their not actually being here.]

Would you like to see them, though?

[thedevilwhorose]

[Concerning? Ominous? Both? Yeah.

He should maybe say 'no.' Not put her into whatever this is.

But he also should know what they look like. In case they ever show up.]

Yes.

[carmesi]

[wanda steps into the threshold of the graveyard, closer to the gravestones, and with lucifer in tow, he will note that the landscape changes slightly; his perception of the space takes on a fish-eyed lens quality, the colors grow brighter, and the form of two boys chasing after each other between the tombstones appear without much preamble.

like they had always been there, and as if the two adults had walked into the middle of a play-session.

tommy and billy will always be young, here, ten years old, with their dimpled and toothy smiles, the crinkles in their nose, the freckles on their cheeks. wanda moves to take a seat on a nearby bench.]

The one with the long hair is Tommy, and Billy is the one in red. They're twins, but not identical.

[thedevilwhorose]

[At the very least Lucifer will always be fascinated by how each person takes to the Horizon, how they shape and interact with it. Wanda and Istredd are the strongest he knows with it. But he's seen other places of interest, like Geralt with a locked door Lucifer can't crack.

They all breathe into this space with their minds and something answers back.

He doesn't sit unless she asks him to, but he stands besides the bench, hand to its back, looking out at the conjured children of memory.] You told me once you had to let them go. [Very, very careful topic here.] Was that before or after you learned of your prophecy?