[ Elio follows his his manifestation this time, rather than Lucifer's underlying dismissal and it feels, for a second, like something shifts, as if the realm re-asserts itself, another piece of a much-too-complicated machinery falling into place. Lucifer frowns and watches as the other man seats himself by the piano, asking his father (Lucifer's father-in-law) what he wants to hear. Moonlight Sonata replies the old man, 1st movement, because - like his son - he knows exactly what he wants to hear, what's called for and what isn't.
Lucifer sighs. Shifts a little in place, from foot to foot, feeling out of place and out of time simultaneously. He's the ruler of Hell, sure, but Hell isn't what it used to be and he's... struggling to understand what it's trying to become. He thinks about a Hell with music, with touch, with warmth and smiles and the scent of newly-baked pancakes. Sounds wrong, doesn't it. Sounds like something else entirely.
When Elio tells his father that the piece belongs to them, to him and Lucifer (eternal as you, he says, and oh, how is he like this, how can he even exist down here at all?), something inside him breaks. He listens for a couple of seconds as Elio strikes up those achingly familiar rolling triplets, sending him hurtling backwards in time, hundreds of years, to one of their first nights together when he played it wrong and Lucifer, consequently, became aware of how to love him.
Even down here, it sounds...
It sounds...
Something cold slams through his system. He straightens, lips thinning for a second before he reaches out, forcing himself to be gentle, and runs his fingers across the back of Elio's neck, his curls tickling his fingertips. Thank you, it means. Please, forgive me, too, and I don't know what this is about, except that it isn't you and then, wordlessly, he turns away and stalks towards the door, past Elio's father, wrenching the door open and exiting the loop.
The door falls shut behind him, quietly. The tones of the Moonlight Sonata follow him, echo-like, as he flees. ]
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Lucifer sighs. Shifts a little in place, from foot to foot, feeling out of place and out of time simultaneously. He's the ruler of Hell, sure, but Hell isn't what it used to be and he's... struggling to understand what it's trying to become. He thinks about a Hell with music, with touch, with warmth and smiles and the scent of newly-baked pancakes. Sounds wrong, doesn't it. Sounds like something else entirely.
When Elio tells his father that the piece belongs to them, to him and Lucifer (eternal as you, he says, and oh, how is he like this, how can he even exist down here at all?), something inside him breaks. He listens for a couple of seconds as Elio strikes up those achingly familiar rolling triplets, sending him hurtling backwards in time, hundreds of years, to one of their first nights together when he played it wrong and Lucifer, consequently, became aware of how to love him.
Even down here, it sounds...
It sounds...
Something cold slams through his system. He straightens, lips thinning for a second before he reaches out, forcing himself to be gentle, and runs his fingers across the back of Elio's neck, his curls tickling his fingertips. Thank you, it means. Please, forgive me, too, and I don't know what this is about, except that it isn't you and then, wordlessly, he turns away and stalks towards the door, past Elio's father, wrenching the door open and exiting the loop.
The door falls shut behind him, quietly. The tones of the Moonlight Sonata follow him, echo-like, as he flees. ]