He snaps away almost immediately at the touch as though that's answer enough. Because Lucifer didn't want this. He didn't want kindness or sympathy and that is Istredd's go-to. And even if Lucifer was the World's Greatest at Communication and could get across to Istredd that he really, really didn't want that, they're connected!
A completely closed off wall isn't good either though and, well, Istredd is Istredd.
He's going to care.
So Lucifer's #1 strategy: Avoidance!
If not for the storm, he could've made this work. Seen through the light at the end of the tunnel, gotten through without snapping. But the storm Kept. Going. and with it Lucifer's sanity peeling away.
Nott was supposed to be his distraction, through his flute playing, and then his help.
And then they lost it. He couldn't garden, he couldn't train.
Of course he was going to crack.
"I didn't want your help," he says, cutting. Despite his wrath, there is the barest flicker under the words that he does not mean 'I didn't want you' though he can't ultimately control if Istredd takes it that way or not.
He can't control most things.
That's the whole point.
Similarly adding to the dig, he's surprised to see two guards in the doorway and wonders the gall of them showing up for a lover's quarrel. Did someone actually report them?
"Go away," he snarls, "can't you see we're busy?"
He trains one of them, when the weather and work aren't overtaking everything else. Enhardt.
"Forgive the interruption," Enhardt's sidekick says. "The Summoned are to be taken to the Singularity."
Istredd likely focuses in on the word Singularity, ringing loud and clear through Lucifer's thunderous thoughts.
Lucifer just hears take.
"Why?" Lucifer demands.
"The Summoned have always had a greatest connection with the Singularity," sidekick continues, as though it's obvious, "if they're able to reach out maybe this will stop."
"That's nice, don't care. The adults are talking."
"This isn't a debate," Enhardt says. Little shit's gotten good at standing up to Lucifer after being tested on his footing numerous times. "We're under orders."
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A completely closed off wall isn't good either though and, well, Istredd is Istredd.
He's going to care.
So Lucifer's #1 strategy: Avoidance!
If not for the storm, he could've made this work. Seen through the light at the end of the tunnel, gotten through without snapping. But the storm Kept. Going. and with it Lucifer's sanity peeling away.
Nott was supposed to be his distraction, through his flute playing, and then his help.
And then they lost it. He couldn't garden, he couldn't train.
Of course he was going to crack.
"I didn't want your help," he says, cutting. Despite his wrath, there is the barest flicker under the words that he does not mean 'I didn't want you' though he can't ultimately control if Istredd takes it that way or not.
He can't control most things.
That's the whole point.
Similarly adding to the dig, he's surprised to see two guards in the doorway and wonders the gall of them showing up for a lover's quarrel. Did someone actually report them?
"Go away," he snarls, "can't you see we're busy?"
He trains one of them, when the weather and work aren't overtaking everything else. Enhardt.
"Forgive the interruption," Enhardt's sidekick says. "The Summoned are to be taken to the Singularity."
Istredd likely focuses in on the word Singularity, ringing loud and clear through Lucifer's thunderous thoughts.
Lucifer just hears take.
"Why?" Lucifer demands.
"The Summoned have always had a greatest connection with the Singularity," sidekick continues, as though it's obvious, "if they're able to reach out maybe this will stop."
"That's nice, don't care. The adults are talking."
"This isn't a debate," Enhardt says. Little shit's gotten good at standing up to Lucifer after being tested on his footing numerous times. "We're under orders."