[ Elio falls asleep surrounded, on all sides embraced, by body, by emotion, and when he wakes up, it's early in the morning, the grayish morning light hasn't fully penetrated the room yet and at that time, he's surrounded as well, though not in the same way. Lucifer's wings have sunk to his sides, huge feathery blankets stretched out, one to the side, the other half-slung over his face and he does that sometimes, it's adorable. And because it's so utterly cute, Elio doesn't notice them immediately, not until he turns his head a bit and glances out into the dimness, finding flickering shadows of people on all sides of the bed, just standing like vertical barriers walling them in, like he'd have to cross through the echoes of people to get to the toilet and have a leak.
Softly, he gasps, shifting atop Lucifer, trying not to wake him immediately, because some part of him, deeply buried and uninvited, knows this is the beginning of the end for them and he doesn't want the other man to wake to that, doesn't want to wake to it himself either. Go away, he wants to tell these shadows on every side, soundless and colorless, he isn't here.
But, of course, the wings tell a different story, don't they? With their light and their size and their feathers that respond to Elio's touch. Lucifer as a whole tells a different story, he is a different story, but Elio hasn't heard all of it yet and it isn't fair! It isn't fair!
Go away, but he doesn't say it, he turns his head slowly, licking his lips and kissing Lucifer's cheek, his breath still smelling like ass and sweat and other sex-related scents. He kisses him again, steals the touch while he can. ]
You have to wake up, love. [ A small pause. Elio breathes, in, out, in. ] I think someone's here for you.
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Softly, he gasps, shifting atop Lucifer, trying not to wake him immediately, because some part of him, deeply buried and uninvited, knows this is the beginning of the end for them and he doesn't want the other man to wake to that, doesn't want to wake to it himself either. Go away, he wants to tell these shadows on every side, soundless and colorless, he isn't here.
But, of course, the wings tell a different story, don't they? With their light and their size and their feathers that respond to Elio's touch. Lucifer as a whole tells a different story, he is a different story, but Elio hasn't heard all of it yet and it isn't fair! It isn't fair!
Go away, but he doesn't say it, he turns his head slowly, licking his lips and kissing Lucifer's cheek, his breath still smelling like ass and sweat and other sex-related scents. He kisses him again, steals the touch while he can. ]
You have to wake up, love. [ A small pause. Elio breathes, in, out, in. ] I think someone's here for you.