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Solomon glides effortlessly, careening in circles upon the frozen pond. The tracks of his skates etch intricate swirls into the ice. His eyes expressing some small unhappiness because ice skating is not one of his favorite activities. The snow is too cold. The ice is uneven. He would rather be home studying his spells, left to his quest for more knowledge and power. Though when he meets eyes with his partner, he forces a smile to light his face. The Avatar of Pride gives a cold chuckle as their eyes meet. He glides around the ice, synchronizing with Solomon, smirking teasingly.
Solomon didn’t know why Lucifer asked him to come here. He is never sure what motivates The Avatar. Solomon came here beaming with hope. ‘Is today the day? Will Lucifer give Solomon the pact?’ Solomon’s mind is often on this when presented with the thought of Lucifer. He barely notices the gentle gazes they exchange, or the thoughts that cross his own mind, as they are drowned by the din of desire that serves his will to power. Solomon looks over at the impeccably beautiful byronic hero. A sigh, escapes. Solomon is sure that it is just the cold, but when the sound hits Lucifer’s ears, it seems a bit dreamier than the witty sorcerer would intend. Lucifer looks back with a crooked smirk. “Solomon, your captivation with me is showing again.” Lucifer liltingly whispers.
Solomon looks down and blushes. ‘If Lucifer thinks this is something more personal such as love or friendship, he will let his guard down.’ If he were to offer himself up in a multitude of friendly acts and words, perhaps Lucifer would reciprocate by offering himself to Solomon. And Solomon would at last receive the Avatar of Pride's trust and even the much desired pact. Gaining that trust is proving to be maddeningly difficult, but when Solomon finally does gain that trust, this would be an entire tree of laurel crowns to rest on; the actualization of his deepest ambition.
While Solomon loses himself in his thoughts of these crowns, he feels his hand being taken by his companion; Lucifer's fingers intertwined with his own, warming them against the cold air. Solomon gazes up to find himself peering into those beautiful garnets romantically. In his mind, he is going all in on some display that would convince Lucifer to pact with him. His heart is singing of some loneliness he has known for many centuries. His heart is singing of a desire he has often ignored, along with other desires that Lucifer knows that many a fair maiden has had for him.
Lucifer cannot meet Solomon’s eyes, for Solomon would see the brewing mischief in the Avatar. While Lucifer knows that he is currently ice skating with a sorcerer who is arguing with himself, he knows that the witty sorcerer can see through all disguises that are not his own.
Solomon’s heart pounds, and he whispers in his mind that this is only because he knows he is so close to the pact… it is only for the pact. Solomon contemplates the concept of leaning in, perhaps if he is feeling bold, caressing the smooth, pale skin around Lucifer’s jawline before moving up to run his fingers through the soft void, the gentle darkness of Lucifer’s hair. He bites his lip, it would only be for the pact… only for the pact. Solomon licks his lips and shivers a little, thoughts come unbidden to him of their lips touching and embracing… only for the pact. His mind weakly protests that he is truly and deeply committed to this pact. If these unasked-for reactions and feelings in his mind and body distract him from his goal, he will be most unhappy. He will be unable to obtain the power which he seeks.
Lucifer looks at Solomon with a mocking smile. Not many people see through the complex web of chaos that is The Witty Sorcerer so clearly and plainly. Not even he sees through himself and his adorable scheming for power. The mischief moves from Lucifer’s eyes to his smile as he guides and slides them elegantly across the ice, scanning it, searching for something, which only his eyes could see. He suddenly spots whatever he is looking for and quickly slows them. Solomon is left off balance by this. Lucifer pulls Solomon in towards him as they begin to spin round and round, a skating maneuver only an expert would be able to land under the best of conditions. Unfortunately, the thing which Lucifer had been seeking and found was knot in the ice. Even if Solomon had the skill, this added an unpredictability that causes the sorcerer to trip over the ice and fall. Lucifer’s chuckle after Solomon’s ‘accident’ isn’t as discreet as the smile that preceded it.
Solomon feels the loss of balance, followed by his skates coming out from under him, followed by a slow-motion sensation of his collapse. He lands straight on his ass to the melodious, but unholy chorus of Pride’s laughter. He casts his eyes downward as his cheeks flush. “You’re making fun of me!” His face forms into a little pout whilst he whines.
Lucifer loves to see the wizard looking undignified. This, in and of itself, would be worth the whole trip to Lucifer. Lucifer croons when he speaks. “Oh, poor Solomon. Having a hard time with a little teasing? Haven’t you learned by now that I am always making fun of you? There is so much there to make fun of, Solomon.” Lucifer elegantly glides over to offer Solomon a hand.
Solomon gingerly takes the offered hand against his better judgment. “Wouldn’t you say that was a bit cruel?” He muses as he is lifted back onto his feet with no effort. Lucifer’s other arm brings him close, holding him by his narrow waist, then letting go of the hand to firmly wrap his arm around the Sorcerer.
Solomon looks away, blushing a bit as his beating the tune of his truer desire finally drums through… He is so beautiful. The refrain of ‘all for the pact’ dulls as Lucifer moves his silkily gloved hand to hold Solomon’s cheeks, bringing the two of them to look deeply into each other’s eyes. Infernal looking into the terrestrial, the terrestrial looking back. Both truly seeing each other. Solomon’s face melts into the hand and he exhales a sigh that they both know is full of so much emotion. Solomon’s arm moves to wrap around Lucifer… He is so beautiful. Solomon’s other hand caresses Lucifer… He is so beautiful. Their lips edge closer and closer together. Every part of them is lost to each other now as they lean in and their lips tease and touch and tangle together. This is where they belong.