[ There's something about Elio's face, about the light shining within his eyes, beneath his skin, that feels realer than anything else he's ever encountered. Like they're a matched set, him and Elio, his own wings glittering faintly in the sun as well, durable still, despite all that's come before. For the first time, he looks at Elio, wearing that bracelet, and thinks that maybe... maybe...
Just maybe.
Maybe this won't be another Fall.
He leans into the touch of Elio's palms, hating himself all over for that spark of hope, that foolish notion that maybe this really is what it looks like, maybe Elio is supposed to traverse both worlds to keep the balance because the ruler of Hell can no longer rule alone. Amenadiel had been quite certain, last they spoke. It's all the talk up in the Silver City, too, an all-consuming question for his family when they'd but given up upon the answer. Has Samael been forgiven at last?
Picking Elio up in his arms, Lucifer leans in and kisses him. It's a long, slow kiss, simply lips against lips at first before he dips his tongue inside briefly, to get that taste back in his mouth. Maybe it's been two hundred years and that's why everything feels like more, now, like an emphasis. But it does. Elio feels like himself times a hundred, his taste and scent shooting straight into Lucifer's bloodstream. He closes his eyes and holds him close.
Giving his Father yet another chance - another touch of faith, always another, even now - Lucifer dives downwards, clutching Elio to his chest and taking them both away, down and down, beyond the Earth. ]
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Just maybe.
Maybe this won't be another Fall.
He leans into the touch of Elio's palms, hating himself all over for that spark of hope, that foolish notion that maybe this really is what it looks like, maybe Elio is supposed to traverse both worlds to keep the balance because the ruler of Hell can no longer rule alone. Amenadiel had been quite certain, last they spoke. It's all the talk up in the Silver City, too, an all-consuming question for his family when they'd but given up upon the answer. Has Samael been forgiven at last?
Picking Elio up in his arms, Lucifer leans in and kisses him. It's a long, slow kiss, simply lips against lips at first before he dips his tongue inside briefly, to get that taste back in his mouth. Maybe it's been two hundred years and that's why everything feels like more, now, like an emphasis. But it does. Elio feels like himself times a hundred, his taste and scent shooting straight into Lucifer's bloodstream. He closes his eyes and holds him close.
Giving his Father yet another chance - another touch of faith, always another, even now - Lucifer dives downwards, clutching Elio to his chest and taking them both away, down and down, beyond the Earth. ]