[ Elio's gasping for breath, looking around them, hopefully sensing the clearness of it, the way eternity doesn't have to make you feel small and insignificant. Sometimes, even as a human - surely, you're allowed to take part in it. Surely. He doesn't glance upwards, though there's something spiteful lurking in his chest, something sour and unrepentant. Eons in Hell couldn't quell that side of him, obviously. These wings - his Devil face, stolen - he'll fix it all. He'll get himself back, piece by bloody piece, whether it'll take him forever to do so.
Please keep them says Elio and he wouldn't, not for his sake, as the other man undoubtedly knows. Consequently, he doesn't answer. This, in itself, speaks volumes.
Against him, Elio leans up close and Lucifer balances them both in the air with a few, light strokes of his wings, the waves beneath them crinkling from the resultant gust of air. When the other man kisses him, first a small row of gentle touches against the side of his mouth and then, a proper one, full on the lips, Lucifer returns it easily, eyes falling shut for a few seconds as he basks in the feel of it - of floating, controlled and unburdened, and Elio's taste warm and heavy on his tongue.
He pulls back. Looks towards the shoreline, towards the black outline of the amusement park, the bulk of the ferris wheel. Then, he shuts his eyes tightly, focuses - focuses - and lets his power flow for all of a split-second but it's enough, of course. His wings gleam behind him briefly, the waves glittering white.
The ferris wheel lights up in hues of blue and indigo along with the lights on the rollercoaster and along the pier. Slowly, the wheel begins to turn. It's beautiful, he thinks, and smiles, widely. His eyes are getting wet but he can't let go of Elio to wipe them and wouldn't, either, in any case. Instead, he simply holds him closer and gives him the view, tonight.
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Please keep them says Elio and he wouldn't, not for his sake, as the other man undoubtedly knows. Consequently, he doesn't answer. This, in itself, speaks volumes.
Against him, Elio leans up close and Lucifer balances them both in the air with a few, light strokes of his wings, the waves beneath them crinkling from the resultant gust of air. When the other man kisses him, first a small row of gentle touches against the side of his mouth and then, a proper one, full on the lips, Lucifer returns it easily, eyes falling shut for a few seconds as he basks in the feel of it - of floating, controlled and unburdened, and Elio's taste warm and heavy on his tongue.
He pulls back. Looks towards the shoreline, towards the black outline of the amusement park, the bulk of the ferris wheel. Then, he shuts his eyes tightly, focuses - focuses - and lets his power flow for all of a split-second but it's enough, of course. His wings gleam behind him briefly, the waves glittering white.
The ferris wheel lights up in hues of blue and indigo along with the lights on the rollercoaster and along the pier. Slowly, the wheel begins to turn. It's beautiful, he thinks, and smiles, widely. His eyes are getting wet but he can't let go of Elio to wipe them and wouldn't, either, in any case. Instead, he simply holds him closer and gives him the view, tonight.
Gives it to himself, too. ]