[ 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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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. ]