[ A half-smile at Elio's initial comment, the underlying meaning - I know you never lie, I'm holding you to it - very clear to him despite the indirectness of the statement. It's not that he has a problem with irony or implications, in particular, but Lucifer's brain is hard-wired to think about betrayals, about backstabbings and power grabs, about maintaining control - of Hell, of himself, of his own life and choices. Sometimes, he forgets. That all people - beings - aren't necessarily like that.
With Elio, however, he doesn't forget.
It's just a given, the way he knows that he won't be betrayed, that the other man doesn't work like that, not towards him and probably not towards anyone else, either. He's too sweet. He's too sincere.
Bring me along he adds and Lucifer, eyes closed, simply hums in response. Pulls his wing out of Elio's grip, finally, and curls it around his shoulders instead, covering him in a blanket of feathers, feeling the contours of his body against his own. I will, he wants to say, but he never lies and his Father's intentions are rarely so preoccupied with tiny humans and their tiny, short-lived desires. He knows this particular war too well, though he wishes he didn't.
And he'll do what's necessary.
His wing tightens around Elio's shoulders as he keeps his eyes closed, turning his face into the sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, at least, they can pretend to be warm. ]
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With Elio, however, he doesn't forget.
It's just a given, the way he knows that he won't be betrayed, that the other man doesn't work like that, not towards him and probably not towards anyone else, either. He's too sweet. He's too sincere.
Bring me along he adds and Lucifer, eyes closed, simply hums in response. Pulls his wing out of Elio's grip, finally, and curls it around his shoulders instead, covering him in a blanket of feathers, feeling the contours of his body against his own. I will, he wants to say, but he never lies and his Father's intentions are rarely so preoccupied with tiny humans and their tiny, short-lived desires. He knows this particular war too well, though he wishes he didn't.
And he'll do what's necessary.
His wing tightens around Elio's shoulders as he keeps his eyes closed, turning his face into the sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, at least, they can pretend to be warm. ]