[ Releasing his hand, Lucifer tells him, I think you ought to visit him and it means, go. Like Elio's mother told him, before he went with Lucifer hours ago in human time, but Hell counts its minutes differently and years and years and years have passed between then and now. There and here. It means, I trust you to make the right calls, the right choices and Lucifer should, of course, because he's impacted every choice Elio's made before letting himself be swept away by him and landed them in this very spot.
A deep breath and he looks at his bracelet, its shining silver surface, clinging to his wrist so tightly it could as well be an extra layer of skin. Then, he looks up at Lucifer with a determined expression on his face, a very particular set to his lips, nodding in agreement once. ]
I probably should, yes.
[ Stepping forward and getting up on his toes, he presses a kiss to the corner of Lucifer's mouth, a small gesture of reassurance, because he truly isn't nervous about it. If anything, seeing his father's deepest regrets will only be one more aspect to him, an additional facet that Elio's never been allowed to witness before and who wouldn't want to know someone they treasured in that way, all the way down to their deepest, darkest corner. Another nod and he steps back, turns around and heads for the door, finding it looking anonymous and inconspicuous, everything his father wasn't. It's like a hotel door, the kind Elio's seen a thousand times throughout his life. He imagines his father has, too.
What does a door that in essence denotes travel mean to his father, though?
What did it mean to Elio?
He puts his hand on the doorhandle and turns his head to look at Lucifer briefly. Between Lucifer and him a stepping stone pattern of little grassy patches have grown, lighting up the way, as if some part of him knows where he's going, where he came from, where he wants to be. All those heavy questions people can't answer for themselves and that's why they're here in the first place. Elio smiles, small, soft and says, not loud, but loud enough for the other man to hear: ]
Wish us luck.
[ But because he knows Lucifer won't reply, because Lucifer doesn't lie and he's still a punisher by nature, humans aren't here for luck, he simply turns back towards the door, pushing it open and stepping inside the gray room inside.
The moment his foot touches down on the floor, however, color seeps back into every surface. The whole palette of it will break through the darkness outside momentarily, before the door falls shut behind him and locks it away. ]
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A deep breath and he looks at his bracelet, its shining silver surface, clinging to his wrist so tightly it could as well be an extra layer of skin. Then, he looks up at Lucifer with a determined expression on his face, a very particular set to his lips, nodding in agreement once. ]
I probably should, yes.
[ Stepping forward and getting up on his toes, he presses a kiss to the corner of Lucifer's mouth, a small gesture of reassurance, because he truly isn't nervous about it. If anything, seeing his father's deepest regrets will only be one more aspect to him, an additional facet that Elio's never been allowed to witness before and who wouldn't want to know someone they treasured in that way, all the way down to their deepest, darkest corner. Another nod and he steps back, turns around and heads for the door, finding it looking anonymous and inconspicuous, everything his father wasn't. It's like a hotel door, the kind Elio's seen a thousand times throughout his life. He imagines his father has, too.
What does a door that in essence denotes travel mean to his father, though?
What did it mean to Elio?
He puts his hand on the doorhandle and turns his head to look at Lucifer briefly. Between Lucifer and him a stepping stone pattern of little grassy patches have grown, lighting up the way, as if some part of him knows where he's going, where he came from, where he wants to be. All those heavy questions people can't answer for themselves and that's why they're here in the first place. Elio smiles, small, soft and says, not loud, but loud enough for the other man to hear: ]
Wish us luck.
[ But because he knows Lucifer won't reply, because Lucifer doesn't lie and he's still a punisher by nature, humans aren't here for luck, he simply turns back towards the door, pushing it open and stepping inside the gray room inside.
The moment his foot touches down on the floor, however, color seeps back into every surface. The whole palette of it will break through the darkness outside momentarily, before the door falls shut behind him and locks it away. ]