[ And just like that, with a squeeze of his shoulder, Lucifer's moving on - into a world where his mother throws him around and his father throws him from the sky and who does Lucifer throw, is the question. Who gets thrown by Lucifer, in turn? His touch leaves a heat in his skin and Elio looks from his shoulder to the disappearing contour of the other man's back, headed out. Have another drink, if you want and Elio doesn't want, he wants something else, something else entirely and he still can't quite put it into words. He thinks about his dreams, the two he's had about Lucifer, head on his shoulder, head on his chest, always head somewhere he can feel his body, hard and firm and strong and gentle. At the same time.
A deep breath, all the way into his lungs and Elio glances over at the piano again before exhaling. Deities work not in mysterious ways, but in too-human ones, think the Greek pantheon, think the Egyptian one or any other around the globe. He thinks there was probably one thing he could've done, Elio.
He knows the human ways, after all.
As such, he reaches for his Sex on the Beach and downs it in one, thinking he needs a fun bike ride home if nothing else. ]
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A deep breath, all the way into his lungs and Elio glances over at the piano again before exhaling. Deities work not in mysterious ways, but in too-human ones, think the Greek pantheon, think the Egyptian one or any other around the globe. He thinks there was probably one thing he could've done, Elio.
He knows the human ways, after all.
As such, he reaches for his Sex on the Beach and downs it in one, thinking he needs a fun bike ride home if nothing else. ]