[ Tilting his head first one way, then the other, Lucifer looks a little bit bird-like, with his hawk nose and his big, framed-in eyes, Elio looking back at him with an expression that slowly softens. Until Lucifer’s innocence, because that’s what it is, chaotic goodness doesn’t begin to cover it, has all but melted him and Elio’s hands flex at his sides in time with Lucifer’s own, curling, uncurling, but never ceasing to reach, right?
They started out the way it always starts out for Elio. By him reaching out, desperately and blindly, but where he’s only ever met people who grabbed his hands in order to let go, here Lucifer is, extending. Extending.
Bigger than life Lucifer.
If it weren’t for him, he’s still be waiting for Oliver, always Oliver, and even when Oliver returned to him, he wasn’t his, that’s the problem. Elio has lived to have someone, yes, but also to be had and no one ever took him up on his offer. Until Lucifer.
All of this, he ponders as Lucifer doesn’t relax his stance, but stays in position, waiting for him. Hell is his, he says, and I belong to you. Because I do. Elio exhales a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, feeling his chest sink along with his shoulders and then, he moves forward into the other man’s, Devil’s, embrace, letting himself be held. No one has wanted to hold Elio Perlman before.
Not forever, and nothing less will do. Lucifer’s spoiled him. ]
Belonging is a mutual decision. We belong to each other.
[ Elio slips his arms around Lucifer’s waist, pushing his whole front up against him. They’ve chosen, the way Lucifer has fought for, and the way Elio has learned from him, and that choice includes Hell as well. Hell feels that. It’s blossoming.
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They started out the way it always starts out for Elio. By him reaching out, desperately and blindly, but where he’s only ever met people who grabbed his hands in order to let go, here Lucifer is, extending. Extending.
Bigger than life Lucifer.
If it weren’t for him, he’s still be waiting for Oliver, always Oliver, and even when Oliver returned to him, he wasn’t his, that’s the problem. Elio has lived to have someone, yes, but also to be had and no one ever took him up on his offer. Until Lucifer.
All of this, he ponders as Lucifer doesn’t relax his stance, but stays in position, waiting for him. Hell is his, he says, and I belong to you. Because I do. Elio exhales a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, feeling his chest sink along with his shoulders and then, he moves forward into the other man’s, Devil’s, embrace, letting himself be held. No one has wanted to hold Elio Perlman before.
Not forever, and nothing less will do. Lucifer’s spoiled him. ]
Belonging is a mutual decision. We belong to each other.
[ Elio slips his arms around Lucifer’s waist, pushing his whole front up against him. They’ve chosen, the way Lucifer has fought for, and the way Elio has learned from him, and that choice includes Hell as well. Hell feels that. It’s blossoming.
They are, too, Lucifer and him. ]