Istredd obviously is concerned for the intensity of their connection right now which is why he pushed him away, but they'll get through it, he's confident in that. They'll have to just find the edges that are theirs again. It's been a hard time, he decides they'll have to give themselves a break about it. They couldn't have seen this coming back to back.
Also he is just very tired and can't worry about everything at the moment. Istredd would not have given Lucifer such whiplash if it didn't seem like the wise thing to do at the time. Yennefer wouldn't have wanted that conversation to be nearby anyone else.
He crawls onto the bed and curls up next to Lucifer, placing his head on his chest. Hearing the vessel's heart beat, another reminder to himself that he is elsewhere. Caught in this world, not there. "It was a distraction he didn't warn me about. We were trying to get into Stregobor's study without him noticing, so he started a fight with me, assuming Stregobor would pay attention." There is a sharp feeling of pain there again, like a stab to the heart.
"He told me to go with it so I did." They work well together when they need to. Istredd reaches over to take Lucifer's hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing his knuckles affectionately.
"He's dead." He thought saying it out loud would help. But he's not in denial. It's complicated. "Stregobor." Lucifer knows that despite Istredd's dislike of the man, despite the fact they were trying to trap him that night, he didn't want him dead. It isn't as simple as hatred between them. Because it wasn't hatred from Stregobor. Whatever Istredd felt or said, his mentor cared for him, in whatever small way his cruel heart would allow.
As someone with a complicated relationship with their own shitty father, Lucifer probably understands. No matter what Istredd says about him not having a family, a parent, tonight has proven that he wasn't telling the full truth, not to himself.
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Also he is just very tired and can't worry about everything at the moment. Istredd would not have given Lucifer such whiplash if it didn't seem like the wise thing to do at the time. Yennefer wouldn't have wanted that conversation to be nearby anyone else.
He crawls onto the bed and curls up next to Lucifer, placing his head on his chest. Hearing the vessel's heart beat, another reminder to himself that he is elsewhere. Caught in this world, not there. "It was a distraction he didn't warn me about. We were trying to get into Stregobor's study without him noticing, so he started a fight with me, assuming Stregobor would pay attention." There is a sharp feeling of pain there again, like a stab to the heart.
"He told me to go with it so I did." They work well together when they need to. Istredd reaches over to take Lucifer's hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing his knuckles affectionately.
"He's dead." He thought saying it out loud would help. But he's not in denial. It's complicated. "Stregobor." Lucifer knows that despite Istredd's dislike of the man, despite the fact they were trying to trap him that night, he didn't want him dead. It isn't as simple as hatred between them. Because it wasn't hatred from Stregobor. Whatever Istredd felt or said, his mentor cared for him, in whatever small way his cruel heart would allow.
As someone with a complicated relationship with their own shitty father, Lucifer probably understands. No matter what Istredd says about him not having a family, a parent, tonight has proven that he wasn't telling the full truth, not to himself.