[ Be my guest he's told and true, Elio is his guest, for too many different reasons, most of them unknown, he thinks as Lucifer first stretches out his tall-man legs, then gets off the bench to leave him room to span the keyboard as he wishes. Why do you think I brought you along, the man had half-jokingly wanted to know earlier and Elio can't help him with that, he's afraid, he doesn't know why his powers don't work on him, why he won't tell him his desires. Because part of him does, to be honest, he simply isn't - can't - they aren't there yet. Elio places his hands on the keys again and goes through his catalogue, classical pieces, jazz standards, he could play a ragtime interpretation of Mozart, but he still won't tell the Devil what he most wants in the world, like one is more sacrilegious than the other. Staying close to the piano, Lucifer watches him while drinking his Scotch, like that's a river that will never run dry in this house. Elio remembers being drunk and in love, he remembers being in Rome, long ago. He can't quite match Lucifer's implied forever yet, but fifteen years feels like a lifetime and is, if nothing else, half one such. For him. He's only 33.
That should bring him hope, shouldn't it?
Taking a deep breath, he begins playing the first few chords of the Moonlight Sonata, because it's meditative and Elio thinks best to music that fits his mindset, but a minute in, he makes a jarring mistake that makes the line of his lips tighten, then ten seconds later, he makes another. He stops again, abruptly. Lets his hands sink to his lap, frowning slightly, then gets to his feet and moves around the instrument, stopping next to Lucifer and his drink, in the middle of his living room full of lights. They aren't quite touching. They aren't quite there yet. ]
Please ask me again later. [ The music, he means, ask me to play again, I can do better, later. But he also means his desires. Maybe all they need is more time, to wait. ] Few people have ever cared about what I wanted before.
[ Elio turns his head slowly, looking up at the other man, towering over him, broad and dark and beautiful. Wanting to touch him again, Elio instead flexes his fingers by his sides and breathes deeply through his nose, looking around the room. Only the Devil could live here, really. It couldn't be anyone else.
[ The Moonlight Sonata starts out beautifully until the other man's fingers seem to slip, first once, then twice. Lucifer raises an eyebrow at him - hoping his concerts go better than this, oh dear - when Elio gets off the bench again, looking ever so slightly frustrated as he pauses next to him. Supposedly, sometimes your heart and mind just aren't perfectly aligned for this sort of thing and at those times, this particular piece of music goes nowhere.
Few people have ever cared Elio tells him and Lucifer looks at him for a long moment, very much aware of his proximity. The tingling in his chest is back and sure, it has to do with his desires. Elio's pleasing to the eye. He's sweet, easy to tolerate. But aside from that, he's carrying something within himself, something unusually opaque and it speaks to Lucifer, like there's something in him that can't help but respond in kind.
That's new.
His mind flashes back to someone else, once upon a time, thousands of years ago. Sweet Eve, made to be whatever her partner wanted her to be, to mold herself according to their desires. He'd told her to be free, to choose for herself and naturally, she had. Whether or not it made her truly free, he can't say - she's in Heaven now, stuck with her spouse, within the confines of divine eternity. But Elio is here. He's not asking to be what Lucifer wants, either, or waiting for him to say so.
He's waiting to be told what he wants for himself.
Reaching out because he can't not, Lucifer runs his hand up Elio's upper arm, just a light brush of his fingertips over the soft fabric of his borrowed shirt. With a slight smile, he sits back down by the piano and gives him the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata, picking it up for him, letting him think of the gesture what he wishes. ]
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That should bring him hope, shouldn't it?
Taking a deep breath, he begins playing the first few chords of the Moonlight Sonata, because it's meditative and Elio thinks best to music that fits his mindset, but a minute in, he makes a jarring mistake that makes the line of his lips tighten, then ten seconds later, he makes another. He stops again, abruptly. Lets his hands sink to his lap, frowning slightly, then gets to his feet and moves around the instrument, stopping next to Lucifer and his drink, in the middle of his living room full of lights. They aren't quite touching. They aren't quite there yet. ]
Please ask me again later. [ The music, he means, ask me to play again, I can do better, later. But he also means his desires. Maybe all they need is more time, to wait. ] Few people have ever cared about what I wanted before.
[ Elio turns his head slowly, looking up at the other man, towering over him, broad and dark and beautiful. Wanting to touch him again, Elio instead flexes his fingers by his sides and breathes deeply through his nose, looking around the room. Only the Devil could live here, really. It couldn't be anyone else.
It's not theory, it's truth. ]
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Few people have ever cared Elio tells him and Lucifer looks at him for a long moment, very much aware of his proximity. The tingling in his chest is back and sure, it has to do with his desires. Elio's pleasing to the eye. He's sweet, easy to tolerate. But aside from that, he's carrying something within himself, something unusually opaque and it speaks to Lucifer, like there's something in him that can't help but respond in kind.
That's new.
His mind flashes back to someone else, once upon a time, thousands of years ago. Sweet Eve, made to be whatever her partner wanted her to be, to mold herself according to their desires. He'd told her to be free, to choose for herself and naturally, she had. Whether or not it made her truly free, he can't say - she's in Heaven now, stuck with her spouse, within the confines of divine eternity. But Elio is here. He's not asking to be what Lucifer wants, either, or waiting for him to say so.
He's waiting to be told what he wants for himself.
Reaching out because he can't not, Lucifer runs his hand up Elio's upper arm, just a light brush of his fingertips over the soft fabric of his borrowed shirt. With a slight smile, he sits back down by the piano and gives him the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata, picking it up for him, letting him think of the gesture what he wishes. ]