[ His soul can stand to stew a little, Lucifer says, putting his arm around Elio's shoulder and pulling him a couple of steps away from the door, which in itself it almost painful and Elio has to fight himself not to turn his neck after it. After him. Still? Still, after all this time? He's been given everything, a purpose in life, a job, a home, powers, a partner who is actually as unwavering as only the eternalness of divinity can be. Angel wings. Devil face. Those kinds of features. Elio has been given these things, along with liberty from death, but one look at what once struck the greatest fear in him that he's ever known and he's sinking right back into that cesspool.
He shakes his head. Honestly, he doesn't know whether he's telling Lucifer no or yes.
Blinking a couple of times, he finally, finally turns his attention away from Oliver's door and looks up at the other man, the steadiness of him, the strength, the presence and weight of his body against Elio's side. His beautiful Lucifer who's never hurt him and who's never left without a promise of return and who took him with him to avoid having to do so. His beautiful Lucifer whom he chose.
This isn't about Oliver at all. This is about Elio, Elio letting go. You can't grab what you want with hands that are already full. You certainly can't hold on. So, Elio smiles, it's wider now, if saddened. ]
But mine can't, Lucifer.
[ My soul can't take any more of this, it means. Leaning up on his toes, he presses a kiss to the other man's lips, soft, non-intrusive. The demons have all scrambled. He sinks back down, perfect jawline height. ]
I'll do it for me. I've done enough for Oliver already.
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He shakes his head. Honestly, he doesn't know whether he's telling Lucifer no or yes.
Blinking a couple of times, he finally, finally turns his attention away from Oliver's door and looks up at the other man, the steadiness of him, the strength, the presence and weight of his body against Elio's side. His beautiful Lucifer who's never hurt him and who's never left without a promise of return and who took him with him to avoid having to do so. His beautiful Lucifer whom he chose.
This isn't about Oliver at all. This is about Elio, Elio letting go. You can't grab what you want with hands that are already full. You certainly can't hold on. So, Elio smiles, it's wider now, if saddened. ]
But mine can't, Lucifer.
[ My soul can't take any more of this, it means. Leaning up on his toes, he presses a kiss to the other man's lips, soft, non-intrusive. The demons have all scrambled. He sinks back down, perfect jawline height. ]
I'll do it for me. I've done enough for Oliver already.