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Another event had ended.
Everything had been cleaned up with the help of her father. He had made sure to see to that to lessen the stress on her shoulders and so she could focus on something else.
The blonde-haired female pulls her hair over her shoulder as she brushes her fingers through the end of her hair. It had tangled from the stress, sweat, and who knows what else from the event.
But it was wrong to see the small smile on Angel Dust's face as he talked about Italy. She could see the passion and excitement he held for the place he grew up in.
Charlie's hand falls from her hair as she walks down the hallways. Her eyes drifted upwards to look at the ceiling.
She was tired. Very tired she realized. She could feel the weight of the day settle onto her shoulders. But she kept pushing forward because in a matter of minutes, she would be curled up in bed with her lovely girlfriend.
Thinking of Vaggi brought a smile to her face. She had done such a good job today, being able to effortlessly control the pace of the chaos of an event.
Maybe tomorrow they could take a couple of extra minutes to relax in bed before heading down for breakfast.
Maybe Alastor and her dad would cook for them again. Their relationship had been flourishing, and she was excited to see where it headed.
Charlie rubs her eyes and stretches her arms up into the air. She almost didn't notice the light sound of music playing.
It causes her to stop and pause.
Her eyes scanned the area. She could see the moonlight shining in through one open balcony, barely covered by a curtain.
With each step closer, the music steadily grew louder. And she could hear two people talking in a soft voice.
Did a guest wander up here? Or was it something else?
Even though she was extremely tired, she should still check it out. She didn't want anyone to cause any problems for them in the middle of the night.
Anxiety bites at her stomach. She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, a habit that Alastor had pointed out that both she and her dad did.
Quietly, she moves forward. She didn't want to intrude on any hotel members. Who knows, Husk and Angel Dust could be having a date or something. It wouldn't be right for her to suddenly show up if they were.
Charlie places her hand lightly against the wall to steady herself as she peeks around the wall to look outside.
A not-so-pleasant memory wanted to surface. She had been in a very similar position to this, but not quite as soft or gentle as now.
Carefully, she peeks past the curtain to see who could be outside, but the scene in front of her caught her by surprise.
Her father had his chest pressed up against Alastor. One hand was placed on his shoulder, and the other was intertwined together.
Alastor had a hand wrapped around Lucifer's waist, lightly leading him in a simple four-step dance sequence.
She had known that her father and Alastor had started a relationship, but their behaviour in front of everyone never really changed.
They still fought and argued with each other. Her father still threw ducks at Alastor, and Alastor still picked at every one of Lucifer's choices, but it had become… softer, if you could even say that. You could definitely sense something had shifted, but not like this.
Her heart does sink a bit. Theoretically, she knew that her father and mother wouldn't ever get back together. But some parts of her hoped that a miracle would happen and they… It was a silly thought, she knew and seeing how relaxed her father was now, well, it took away any of that remaining hope for her mom and dad.
She hadn't seen him be close with anyone in…. Charlie doesn't even know. Possibly hundreds of years?
It was just a bit surprising is all. Something she would have to get used to.
It was one thing knowing her father was in a new relationship and actually seeing it.
Neither of them looked stressed. They looked relaxed more than anything. She doesn't think she's ever seen Alastor look this relaxed ever. And her dad… She thinks that was the most surprising part of this whole thing.
Her eyes scan over the scene. Two glasses of what she assumed to be whiskey sat on the table. A candle was lit and flickering in hell's moonlight, and a rose sat on the table between it all.
She watched as Lucifer pulled his head away from Alastor's chest to look up at him. A smile lights up his face. One that Charlie hasn't seen on his face since she was younger. And even then, they sometimes looked more forced than anything else.
“I never understood what all the excitement about love and sex was about.” Charlie hears Alastor softly say. With hot, careful and gentle Alastor was being, Charlie realized she was intruding on a private moment between them.
The blonde-haired female wraps her free arm around her waist as she tilts her head a bit. She wanted to stay standing here, watching and trying to figure out what exactly her father saw in Alastor. What had drawn her father to Alastor of all people?
She had thought her father hated sinners. Thought they were the bane of his existence. That he cursed the ground that they stood on.
So what made Alastor so different?
Maybe she could ask her father about it later. They could sit down and have a conversation because she had a feeling that there was more to the story then them just meeting at the hotel from the way they both were acting a couple of months ago during the 1920s and heaven event.
But for now…
Charlie pulls herself away from the curtain, not catching how Alastor's ear twitched as she walked away.
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You say, "Live in the present"
I'm already dreaming of how it begins
Charlie remembered that the radio was playing that day. The soft sound of Jazz music filled the air as she watched her mother yell at her father through a crack in the door.
She knew she shouldn't get out of her bed, but she had woken up from a nightmare and had wanted some comfort. But as she grew closer to their bedroom, she could hear the loud argument between them.
“I've told you over and over, Lucifer!” Lilith's voice was loud, shaking the small girl. Her hands curled up into a tight ball in her nightgown as she took another step closer to where her mama's voice was coming from.
“You are ruining my daughter! Filling her head with silly ideas of what her future could look like. We live in Hell, Lucifer!” One of Charlie's hands drops her nightgown, she reaches out to steady herself on the wall as she continues to move forward.
She could see a shadow move across the wall as she steps in front of the door. Small, petite, apple-cored shaped.
“Sweetheart, It wasn't anything. I must have forgotten to close the door all the way and she just slipped in. I promise I didn't mean to. So please, just calm down so we can talk about this more rationally.” Her dads voice was softer. It was warm but in this sort of distance kind of way.
It lacked it's usual cheeriness that she had associated with her father's voice.
It felt wrong. Her one hand grips onto her night gown tighter. She pushes the door open more to step inside.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Charlie's small voice says as her hand grips onto the door. Both Lilith and Lucifer's heads snapped over in her direction, making it so that she could clearly see the dried up tears on Lucifer's face.
The records cracked. The music went dead. A cold silence covered the atmosphere.
“Char-Char,” Lucifer says trying to smile as he stood up and was about to move closer to her.
“Charlie,” Lilith spoke, voice smooth as she stepped ahead of Lucifer. Charlie rushes over to her mother and buries her face into Lilith's leg.
“What's wrong, honey?” Lilith says, running a hand through her hair. Her nails lightly scrape against her skull.
Charlie pulls back to look up at her mom. “I had a nightmare.” She says with a small snuffle.
Lilith leans down and when she does Charlie was able to catch the solom look on her father's face. He had an arm wrapped around his stomach and hand gripping onto his other arm. It looked as if his nails were digging into his arm. He wore a smile but something about it seemed sad and almost tired.
“Come on, Charlotte,” Lilith says, pulling her attention back to her mother. Her mom took her by the hand to pull her out of her room.
At the time she was to young to realize what was going on. How her mother own mental health was deteriating from stress and having to also deal with her father's mental health.
Of course that wasn't the full story, there were always three sides to a story and she may never truely know her father's side of it becUse he allowed her to think whatever she wanted of him. If she thought of him as a bad father then so be it, he was a bad father.
It was so unlike her mother. She always had something to say or something to correct.
Thinking back on it, Alastor was very similar to her mom.
Like her, he always wanted to control the narrative. Maybe not in grand gesture like her mother but the notions were still there. They were both commanding presents no matter where they went, it played into how they controlled the narrative around them.
To go along with them both people people who wanted to control the narrative - both Alastor and Lilith were preforms. Rather it be on a grand stage where everyone was admiring you or a voice over the radio. They were both preforms, something Lucifer loves as he was one too.
And yet, through that demanding present that they wore like a cloak and their theatrical performance both her mom and Alastor had their softer spot. It was easier to see with her mom but Alastor would sometimes let it show beneath the cracks. Like how he cares for Niffty.
Her dad seemed to have a tendency to fall in love with people who couldn't be solved in one simple conversation.
The blonde haired girl lets out a soft sigh. She turns over in bed to look at her girlfriend before pulling her close with a small kiss on her forehead. Feeling her warmth calmed her thoughts almost instantly.
The thought of her father dating someone new - expecially Alastor - made her stomach twist but hopefully it would be something she grew use to.
It was something new after all.
◃◃ II ▹▹ ၊၊||၊•──────
And trying to savor the moment
But I know the feeling will come to an end
Alastor leaned onto the balcony railing with his right arm that held a glass of whiskey. His left elbow pressed against the railing as he took another inhale of his cigarette. His eyes looked out to Pentagram City as he took a drag from one of his cigarettes.
It had been a long day, from the event that Charlie hosted to dealing with the sinners. He had ran all over the hotel and tired himself out.
So he decided to take a moment to himself where he could be along and collect his thoughts before a certain fallen angel decided to join him.
At the thought of Lucifer, he could feel his smile soften. The blonde haired male had wormed his way under his skin and made a home there. No one else had ever came close to doing such a thing.
He always kept his distance from people. Never letting anyone get to close. If no one ever got close then no one could hurt him. He could protect himself.
But sparkling red eyes and a nice smile pressed in close to him on the dance floor making him remember a night he had long thought forgotten.
Alastor presses his cigarette out on the railing before letting the butt of it fall to the ground.
His hand wasn't shaking and he felt like he could breath again.
The ears on the top of his head flicker as the curtain to the balcony moves.
“Nice seeing you out here tonight.” A soft voice says. Even before turning around, Alastor could feel Lucifer soft presence as he steps out onto the balcony and closer to him. Alastor slowly turns around, as the curtain doorway falls back into place behind Lucifer.
“Are you done cleaning up the event?” Alastor asks as he reaches out for Lucifer hand, guiding him over to wear he stood.
“I promised I would come find you after I did.” Lucifer voice was soft as he laid his hand in Alastor outstretched hand. “I don't skip out on a promise.”
Lucifer let out a soft laugh and Alastor found himself watching the way that his eyes crinkle in the corner.
A soft jazz sound picks up in the background for the two of them as Lucifer leans his back against the building railing.
Alastor wondered when Lucifer would grow tired of him. He was an immortal being, so why waste his time with someone like him?
More than once, Alastor had allowed himself to think if this was some sort of joke that the king of hell was playing, because why was he so interesting? What did he have going for him that not another sinner or hell born had?
Even so as the question piled up in his mind, the radio demon moves inches in closer to him till he could feel Lucifer breath against his own.
“Well I'm happy you made it out here then.” Alastor says. His voice soft and polite. The static low, just enough to make the blonde blush.
Lucifer eyes briefly turns to the small table and chair that sat on the balcony.
Somehow Alastor felt embarrassed. He wasn't one know to be romantic, that was Lucifer job but his mother had raised a proper gentleman for the time period. He knew how to lure someone in with sweet talk. A nice alcohol, a little candle and a nicely placed rose. But for the first time he wouldn't be using those tricks to kill someone tonight.
“Seems like you decorated.” Lucifer says turning to Alastor.
“What's the occasion? Trying to butter me up so you can slice open my guts again?” Lucifer laughs but it dies down quickly when Alastor didn't join in with him.
The humanoid deer man shook his head, throwing in a little eye roll to the blonde.
That had been one time. He had just been curious if how similar angels like Lucifer were to humans.
The answer was surprisingly similar.
“No, nothing like that.” He paused and the smile on his face grew more wicked. “This time at least.”
Because they both knew Alastor curiosity would get the better of him one of these days.
This made Lucifer burst out into another fit of giggles. No matter how dangerous Alastor tried to be around Lucifer, he knew it wouldnt scar him. Not because it wasn't scary but because they had already seen some of the darkest parts of each other.
The imprint of golden blood dripping down Lucifer arms would forever be stained behind his eyelids.
But they had also seen some of each other brightest moments too. Like Alastor getting to watch Lucifer love for his daughter pour out of every seam that made him up. It was truely a sight to witness.
“Its just been a long week.” Alastor says carefully. “I thought it would be nice to relax for a while.”
Alastor lets the words float around them before his smile softens. He pushes himself off of the railing to take a step towards the table.
“Together.” He says as the candle on the table flickers on. He could feel Lucifer eyes watching him as he puts on his little show for the other.
He grabs the bottle of whiskey and holds it up.
“A drink I presume.” Alastor says turning towards the table to pour them some drinks.
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I romanticize even the worst of times
When all it took to make me cry was being alive
It was early in the morning when a small knock on the door catches Lucifer attention. Before he could even open his mouth to say something, Alastor shadow was slipping under the door.
Blood shot eyes stared at the other male. He slowly blinks, one eye lid closing before the other.
His hands felt numb. His legs felt heavy. But even so Lucifer tried to smile.
“What brings you in here this fine morning?” Lucifer asks, turning his chair a bit more to face his lover.
“I noticed you didn't come down for breakfast.” Alastor says. His voice didn't carry much emotion in it and yet Lucifer could feel the way that his eyes scan over his body. It makes him prickle under the sensation.
Lucifer eyes turns to the window. The sun over hell had almost fully risen now. Lucifer hadn't even noticed. He had been so stuck in his own head.
“Were you up all night again?” Alastor asked taking a step closer to him. His eyes sweep over his shoulder to try and look at his desk but Lucifer moves to try and block it with a smile.
“I just got a little caught up in a project is all.” Lucifer laughs. Trying to brush off how he was truely feeling. It really didn't matter anyways.
Lucifer lays a hand on the top of his work station as he stood up. His legs almost buckle under him but he didn't allow it. How long had he been sitting, bent over his workstation?
“I'm fine, really. A little nap is all it will take.” Lucifer says running a hand through his hair. He raises his hands above his head and stretches them out with a well timed yawn.
He turns around to look at Alastor as he lets his hands fall down to his sides. But Alastor stood there just looking at him.
Three steps ringed out through Lucifer bedroom. Alastor was standing right in front of him, just a hairs breath away. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch but he stopped himself from doing something so silly.
“That's not what it looks like to me.” Alastor says reaching out to places a hand on the side of Lucifer face. “You don't have to wear that mask around me.”
It took only one touch and Lucifer felt like every wall and protection that he had built up came crumbling down.
Alastor so easily stripped him of his defenses. Just like that night. He had only went out looking for some fun but years and years later, Lucifer would carry the memory of that man with him.
He craved to be touched and loved so badly. He craved for a lover who saw the real him. The broken mess of a man he was and didn't mind helping him pick up those missing pieces. He wanted it so badly that he could almost taste it.
“Come here.” Alastor says. The radio filter that usually covered his voice falls to the waist side. As he spoke, he reached out to lay a hand on Lucifer arm letting him be the one to shuffle in closer to Alastor.
Tears feel down Lucifer face as he grabbed ahold of Alastor's shirt. He was supposed to be the Morningstar, God's favorite angel. Who cares if he was the King Of Hell when he could just be himself in Alastor's arms?
Lucifer burries his face in Alastor chest as he takes a deep steady breath.
The red haired male runs his hand up and down his back, letting him take all the time that he needed to calm down. He made the space to allow himself to just be.
“Lets get you to bed Lu. I'll be here when you wake.” Alastor says softly.
Lucifer grabs onto Alastor shirt, digging his nails into his warmth as he nods his head. His feet slowly moved till they were in bed with each other with him curled up against Alastor's chest and the other male running a hand through his hair.
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What if I told 'em that now that I'm older
There isn't a moment I'd wanna change?
Alastor looks down at Lucifer laying in his arm. He was tucked into his chest finally sleeping peacefully.
The radio demon rakes his fingers through the blondes hair. A small smile tugs at his face as he notice the small shiver that runs through the kings body. Even in his sleep, he was dangerously sensitive.
He had the bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing at it.
Looking at Lucifer like this he could almost understand all those sappy love songs he would have to play on his radio show.
He had never understood the feelings that they were singing about when he was alive. Curse his Asexuality. And there was a possibility that he never would. But he could recognize what they meant.
Maybe he could all the way back when they had first met in that speakeasy. Maybe even then, Alastor could recognize those feelings in himself for someone he had forced himself to believe was just a nightmare.
Because Lucifer was just that perfect.
From his small button nose. To his round, almost almond shaped eyes. To the blush that spreads across his face when Alastor reaches out to hold onto him.
Everything about Lucifer captivated him. He wanted to see each of his expression. He wanted to be the reason why he smiled. He wanted and wanted and want.
For once, Alastor couldn't get enough of something that wasn't killing. For once something had carved there very being onto his soul right beside where his mother had.
Alastor looks up at Lucifer ceiling. He places his hand on his chest where the scar of Adam hit still laid.
Was this what Vox would have wanted with him?
Alastor couldn't imagine it.
He couldn't imagine how he tears himself open for the smaller male in his arms. Opens himself up and shows him every evil thing he has ever done. He peels his skin off and Lucifer would still look at him with that soft smile and tell him that he stills loves him.
He couldn't ever have something like this with Vox.
Vox was to greedy. To controlling. To demanding. To… To… much for him.
Maybe Alastor had been to hard on Vox back then. But he hadn't know, he still doesn't, just what Vox felt for him.
Love was this foreign concept to him. He knew what to expect from things like trust, selfishness, and powerlessness.
But love - outside of the love his mother had for him - sounded fake.
Whatever this was, was different.
It had to be.
From the way they met, to the obsession with something almost invisible, to just who Lucifer was…
Through everything he has been through, Alastor wouldn't change it. If every single choice he has made, down to even the choice of ice cream that he wanted, lead him to this moment. He would do it all over again and make all of those choices again.
For Lucifer.
For him.
So they could be right here in Lucifer’s duck bed curled up with each other.
And he wouldn't give this up for the world. Lucifer fit to perfectly with him. He was the missing puzzle pieces that completed him. He had gotten the faint taste of it during their first meeting and it might have drove him slightly insane trying to figure out who Lucifer was but it was worth it.
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Any second, feel the present
Future and the past connecting
Alastor moves to the table, where a bottle of alcohol sat. He picks it up to pour them both a glass. With the wave of his hand, he had his shadow add in a splash of the rose water syrup that he knew Lucifer liked.
He moves himself over to the balcony, with both glasses in his hand.
“An old fashioned with rose water syrup.” Alastor says handing the drink over to Lucifer. His red eyes glances down at the glass, taking in the flower petal in it.
Alastor couldn't help put to watch the way his face turned a lightly golden shade as he sees it.
Lucifer tries to pretend like he doesn't glance up at Alastor as he raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip of the drink, savoring the smallest of taste. His face relaxes and Alastor could see as the blonde took a deep breath.
He smiles at Alastor before turning his head back to the city. But Alastor couldn't pull his eyes away from Lucifer.
The golden light of Hells night catched against Lucifer white skin, illuminating it in warmth. His red eyes looked softer in the low light. His plush pink lips took on a more softer brown glow.
Truely a beauty to look at.
Alastor raises his own glass to his lips as he took a similar swig of his drink.
“You know,” The blonde says softly as he lowers his eyes to his glass. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Lucifer runs his thumb over the side of his glass, very hesitant. His sharp teeth bites down into his plush bottom lip. His eyes flutter from his glass to the Pride Ring.
“I just wanted to have a little fun that night. Not fall in love with someone I thought I would never see again.” Lucifer words were hesitate. As if each one that was spoken was diving off a cliff into an abyss.
“Sometimes fate has a different plan for us.” Alastor says placing a hand against the railing.
Lucifer looks down at the glass in his hand before wondering to the burnt skin of his hand. For a moment he feels as if he was watching from an outsider perspective. It felt as if he had been pulled into his true form. He could feel his eyes move from his own hand to Alastor's hand.
He sits his own on top of Alastor's, feeling how warm and alive the other male was under his touch.
“Fates a fickle thing like that.” He could feel his own breath ghost over his lips as he lets out a soft sigh.
His eyes flicker up to meet Alastor eyes as a knot in his stomach formed.
Alastor was looking at as if he had hung the stars in the sky. As if everything he would touch would turn to gold. As if he was something worthy of being loved.
It made Lucifer pause. His hand tightens around the glass.
For so long, Lucifer had thought the worst things about himself. He had grown use to the self hatred that was bottled inside of him.
He had grown so use to it that he had grown numb to the pain it caused.
But Alastor brought back that warmth that he had long forgotten about.
“Do you… Do you regret meeting me that night? That your fate might be different if you haven't?” Lucifer asked almost scared to even hear what the other male might say.
Would it ruin him to know if Alastor did regret that night? Would he regret ever seeing him in that speakeasy and walking up to him. Would he wish he had stay seated or walked away before they stepped onto the dance floor?
His mind ran in circles of all the possible things that Alastor may regret.
Alastor carefully reaches up and lets his thumb smooth over Lucifer arm. His hand sat there heavily as the radio demon watched him.
“Come here.” He says wrapping a hand around his waist and pulling him to the middle of the balcony. Alastor shadow took Lucifer drink from his hand to place it on the table so he could pull Lucifer closer.
A soft Jazz song wraps around the two of them as Alastor pulls Lucifer chest flushed against his own.
“Don't ever think I'm not glad I meet you that night.” Lucifer looks at him with wide eyes. His mouth hung open as the king of hell stared at him.
Alastor just smiles and spins the other male around. Falling into very familiar steps, ones that they both could do with there eyes closed if they so wanted too.
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Now I crave, crave to do it again, all again
Crave, crave to do it again
“I just don't see where she gets it from.” Lucifer says as he paces the room back and forth. He runs a hand through his blonde hair with a heavy sigh.
“Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of her for standing up for herself but….” But it felt like she was pushing him away to focus on the hotel and her dream.
Which… Well he shouldn't be upset when he does the same thing but his relationship with his daughter was just starting to get better.
“Well, she is our daughter, Lu.” Alastor says.
Lucifer stops in his tracks. His head slowly turns to look at Alastor. The red haired male even seemed frozen on the chair that he was sitting in.
Lucifer made sure to not force Alastor to step into a role he wasn't yet prepared for. He knew that there first meeting at the Hotel had him trying to show he was the better father to Charlie but he knew that it was just to shove it in his face how bad of one he was.
But Lucifer would never force him into him being a father.
Alastor glances up at Lucifer. He already knew what his next words were going to be. He could already hear them before he said them because Lilith had used them so much beforehand.
Lilith had always used ‘my daughter' when upset. Or ‘your daughter’ when Lucifer had truely messed up. It was never ‘our daughter’ like Alastor had just so easily used.
“I meant to say, she's your daughter, Lu.” Alastor says clearing his throat but Lucifer was already shaking his head.
“Don't take it back.” Lucifer says taking a step closer to him. “Don't you dare take it back.”
The words rushed off the tip of his tounge. They tripped over each other as he tried to speak.
Alastor follows Lucifer as he moves closer to him. He places his hand on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in before kneeling in front of Alastor.
Lucifer reaches for one of Alastor hand to pull it closer to him. Tears weld up in his eyes as he looks at his lover.
“I don't know if she will ever accept you as a part of her family but you are a part of mine. I love hearing you call her our daughter. It makes me know that you truly care about us and that… that your not just playing with our feelings because…” Lucifer squeezes Alastor's hand as he takes a deep breath trying to steady himself.
“Because me and Charlie are a package deal. Who ever I'm with needs to accept her as if she is there own child at some point, I won't allow for anything less.” Lucifer says. “And you just so easily did so.”
Lucifer leans his forehead against Alastor's knee as he takes a deep breath.
Alastor runs a hand through Lucifer blonde hair. He could feel the way his nails scraped at the base of his head, right where his hair stopped and his neck begun. It sent a shiver through his body.
“The Lucifer I once knew would have gotten so mad if I ever tried being Charlies other father.” Alastor says.
Alastor leans Lucifer head back so he could swipe his thumb over the blondes cheek.
“And it's certainly something I didn't expect when I first met you but I'm glad that you think of me as your family.” Alastor was barely able to brush his lips over Lucifer forehead before letting him rest his cheek against his leg once more.
Oh Lucifer was hopelessly in love with this man and would do anything to stay like this.
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Just for a second, it all felt simple
I'm already missing it
Alastor intertwined there hands together. His hand naturally falls onto Lucifer waist as he tugs him closer. His head
The heat of Alastor body soaked into Lucifer’s own. The aches that rippled throughout his body seemed to smooth with a simple touch from the other male.
“It's terribly inconvenient.” Alastor mumbles, his words ghosting over Lucifer skin.
“What is?” Lucifer asks.
“How much I'll be missing this moment when it's over. That I'll want to pull you back into my arms the instant that I let you go.” Alastor's words roll off of his tounge slowly. There was a hint of confusion laced in his voice.
“I never understood what all the excitement about love and sex was about. I still don't but…” Alastor paused letting his words linger in the air between the two of them. “Being so close with you and getting to know more about who you truly are, makes me almost understand it.”
Alastor moves his hand to the middle of Lucifers back. He lead the other male around the balcony in an easy four step pattern, where neither of them had to think much about what they were doing. Moreso they could just focus on each other.
“I don't know if what I feel for you could be described as love but I know that I care deeply for you and I hope thats enough for you.” Alastor says letting the jazz music play just a little louder, not to drain out there voice but to let the sound softly wrap around them. To envelope them into their own world of sound.
Lucifer leans back into Alastor hold as he lets out a small laugh as the red haired male spins them around. He trust the other that he wouldn't let him fall. That he would catch him before he fell.
The flame on the table flickers as they moved past it. Their footsteps in sync through it all.
Lucifer felt like his heart was going to burst. He never even thought Alastor would ever even get close to loving him. He was perfectly fine with never having a truely romantic relationship with the other male, as long as he puts up with him.
Lucifer would offer Alastor the world and would let him choose what part of it he controlled.
He wasn't one to push and force someone to do something they might not want to do.
And it seemed like even someone as terrifying and powerful as Alastor needed that reminder.
“You stupid deer.” Lucifer says with a laugh. A large smile covers his face as he looks at Alastor. “I don't care if you ever love me or not. I told you in only asking for what you are willing to give.”
“I'm willing to give my life for you Lucifer.” Alastor says.
“And mine to you.” Lucifer says as he wraps his arms around Alastor neck. His eyes glances down to Alastor lips.
It wasn't Lucifer who pressed forward but it was Alastor instead. He held onto Lucifer coat tightly to keep him pressed against his body, not allowing the other male to move away from him as they kissed.
It wasn't an ‘I love you’ but it was certainly close enough for them and everything they have been through.
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So I crave to do it again, all again
Lucifer brings a hand to his mouth to cover the large smile on his face.
He felt giddy. Almost excited. As if something would happen at any moment that would make him burst.
The king of hell walks through the room. His feet brings him over to his work bench. He could feel the human form that he had worn on Earth slowly slipping off of him.
A warm feeling lit up his chest. He hadnt felt this way in a long time. So long in fact he thought he might never experienced it again.
His finger drift over the pages of his sketch book before sitting down and picking up a pen.
Soft jazz music floats around Lucifer as his pen starts moving across the page.
He didn't want to forget him.