[ Elio tightens his grip on his shoulder and shakes his head, getting curls everywhere in the process and for a few, precious seconds, Lucifer's a little bit blinded by them. Then, Elio says --
Yes.
Home, he says, and Lucifer knows what he means which is wondrous and altogether insane, that they'll both set foot on the cliffs in Hell in view of the throne and understand the same thing about it. Imagine knowing someone like that, imagine being known by them in turn! He doesn't know what home is, not as such, but he's aware of what they've made of it and maybe that's better. Can't be taken from either of them like that, can it, when it belongs in their systems, in words and breath and the touch between bodies? He cradles Elio close to his chest and spreads his wings out, someone pausing on the sidewalk to snap a picture (going on about awesome vintage hydraulics, whatever that's supposed to mean) but it hardly matters, it all passes in time.
When they get back to Hell, work will resume once again - the loops that have been going relatively undisturbed for the past thousand years will be re-calibrated to Elio's presence in the realm and some of them, maybe a handful, maybe a hundred, will start calling for release. That's summer now, true summer and they'll belong to it again and again, him and Elio, but to each other, first. ]
Then, let's be off.
[ He gives Elio's hand against his shoulder a quick squeeze. ]
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Yes.
Home, he says, and Lucifer knows what he means which is wondrous and altogether insane, that they'll both set foot on the cliffs in Hell in view of the throne and understand the same thing about it. Imagine knowing someone like that, imagine being known by them in turn! He doesn't know what home is, not as such, but he's aware of what they've made of it and maybe that's better. Can't be taken from either of them like that, can it, when it belongs in their systems, in words and breath and the touch between bodies? He cradles Elio close to his chest and spreads his wings out, someone pausing on the sidewalk to snap a picture (going on about awesome vintage hydraulics, whatever that's supposed to mean) but it hardly matters, it all passes in time.
When they get back to Hell, work will resume once again - the loops that have been going relatively undisturbed for the past thousand years will be re-calibrated to Elio's presence in the realm and some of them, maybe a handful, maybe a hundred, will start calling for release. That's summer now, true summer and they'll belong to it again and again, him and Elio, but to each other, first. ]
Then, let's be off.
[ He gives Elio's hand against his shoulder a quick squeeze. ]
Hold on tight, darling.
[ They go through the Earth. ]