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.]

Comments

can wrap here or on yours :D

[magicalarchaeologist]

No. I could tell. And he sounds certain about that, devil's advocate or not. Istredd didn't have the words for it back then, only that something was different about Lucifer. Maybe on some subconscious level he could tell his energy wasn't connected, but either way, he could tell it was unusual.

Lucifer is tired, he can feel him starting to drift. Istredd runs a hand up Lucifer's back, carding through his hair, holding onto him. He usually hits a wall after social situations and he's there now, after his anger about Geralt is behind him and they've talked out some things.

He takes the pieces of Lucifer's thoughts and hums in response to it agreeably. Can't chase me away. Istredd isn't afraid of the inhuman creature nestled sleepily against him. The idea of being afraid of him is laughable, no matter what he looks like. He kisses Lucifer's forehead.

Yours, he reminds him, near-asleep himself.