( he says, drawing out the word. tasting it on his tongue. tumultuous relationship, between he and humans — each a byproduct of their father's creativity, siblings in a certain light. in some ways, he's been jealous. in others, enamored. pitying, sometimes. and humans think they made the whole spectrum of emotions, simply because they've never borne witness to an angel feeling the entire rung of feeling all at once.
it's what he sees when he looks at danny — brother and son. it is very human. it's also what lucifer might do, if he was curious enough, possibly because he's the most human of all the angels, which is why he fell. he nods his approval, as if to say point to lily. )
I don't give up so easily. ( the spell didn't work, but that's certainly never stopped luci before. it took inspiration to get out of heaven the first time. ) And thank you, about my blood. It pleases me to receive compliments. You can have some more, if you like. I'm curious about what it would do to you, but not enough to insist.
( he pulls off his shirt from a collar grip at the back of his neck, a hard yank to get rid of the sticking from already dried wet. there are two gorges in his back — even lines even spaced apart with no real mystery to them, given the tufted bits of patchy, fluffily white feathers poking out on either side. his blood is so gold it's almost powder, almost glitter, almost liberace inspired. the only thing missing is the piano. )
no subject
( he says, drawing out the word. tasting it on his tongue. tumultuous relationship, between he and humans — each a byproduct of their father's creativity, siblings in a certain light. in some ways, he's been jealous. in others, enamored. pitying, sometimes. and humans think they made the whole spectrum of emotions, simply because they've never borne witness to an angel feeling the entire rung of feeling all at once.
it's what he sees when he looks at danny — brother and son. it is very human. it's also what lucifer might do, if he was curious enough, possibly because he's the most human of all the angels, which is why he fell. he nods his approval, as if to say point to lily. )
I don't give up so easily. ( the spell didn't work, but that's certainly never stopped luci before. it took inspiration to get out of heaven the first time. ) And thank you, about my blood. It pleases me to receive compliments. You can have some more, if you like. I'm curious about what it would do to you, but not enough to insist.
( he pulls off his shirt from a collar grip at the back of his neck, a hard yank to get rid of the sticking from already dried wet. there are two gorges in his back — even lines even spaced apart with no real mystery to them, given the tufted bits of patchy, fluffily white feathers poking out on either side. his blood is so gold it's almost powder, almost glitter, almost liberace inspired. the only thing missing is the piano. )