The Choices Made [for Daily / admonish]

[thisducks]

[ He didn't understand.

He didn't understand why they were all so mad at him. Everyone was so mad. Being shoved into a silent, dark room and told to stay there in a tone that brook no argument... it felt like hours ago. Deep inside, he was afraid for Lilith. He had no idea where she was, how mad they were at her. All of it felt so incredibly confusing and seeing the people he loved look that angry, that... scared? It left him shook to his core.

So Lucifer sat in silence, his wings wrapped around him like a tight cocoon, with his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around his knees. He thought of Sera scolding him for saying he loved the humans with all his heart when she finally caught him sneaking down to the Garden. He thought of Lilith crying, telling him the words Adam had spoken to her that made her angry until she cried in his arms, and how he eased her tears and found ways to make her smile again. How he'd wanted her to be free when she said she felt like she was in a cage.

It'd all made sense in his head, before. What difference would her knowing more make to the other angels? Then he'd feared Eve would be trapped in the same way, what if Adam would do the same..?

He'd just wanted them to be happy.

So why was everyone so angry at him? ]

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[admonish]

And yet you were surprised that I chose to come with you. [ despite the subject matter his tone is light, and the statement is punctuated by a smile. ] What I mean to say is that I, too, know you best of all. Even your curious and oftentimes peculiar habits.

[ he does as he is told to do with zero hesitation, angling his wings in such a way that they don’t get in the way of his methods. hearing the feathers of his brother’s wings dripping on the ground is amusing. while he settles back and takes his position, he finds himself shifting again so he can reach out and run his fingers over one of his hooved legs.

it is a slow and meticulous process, he doesn’t leave a single inch of that leg unmapped, even going as far as to manipulate the various parts in an effort to perfect his balance later.

leaning his head back into his lap, he lets his arm settle back into the water and allows him to get to work. ]

I have brushed your hair before, so I am certain I will have no trouble taking care of your hair as well. Thank you. When we have finished cleansing ourselves, I think the next task on our agenda should be resting.

[thisducks]

You say that as if I am the only one in this room who has peculiar habits, brother. [ Never before had any one disobeyed their Father like Lucifer had, nor had anyone been handed down such a sentence as to not only be banished forever, but cast down into the only place angels dared to roam. When Michael had first spoken those words of Father's, how could he not believe he was about to lose everything, Michael included? Moments that will remain in his nightmares for all his years to come. ]

...I would not mind a long rest. [ And that is where Lucifer, wisely, decides to leave it. There's no point in making Michael grow more concerned than he already is by saying he wants to sleep to help the pain, to forget temporarily about all that has happened in such a short time, to not feel the painful chill of fear and the betrayal of home that lingers in his chest.

But even as he slowly and silently works through Michael's hair, he realizes that he has no idea what has happened to Lilith and Adam. For all that he had protected Lilith, wanted so badly to see her happy and free, that never meant he loved Adam any less. Now... now, without a doubt, something has happened to them both. It would be so easy for Father to decide they were a failure, to go so far as to destroy-

His hands stop completely in their motions, not seeing that the gold has returned beneath his fingers, as the horrible realization stops his heart in his chest. ]

[admonish]

To which of my habits are you referring? It is perfectly reasonable to prefer peace and quiet when doing paperwork and reading scripture. Or that I prefer to observe rather than engage when it comes to meeting others?

[ he certainly can’t be referring to unwillingness to break a rule, as he showed him today the he was perfectly capable of doing so. maybe it is how, on occasion, he finds he talks to himself when something particularly vexing is on his mind, but that is only because it helps him focus. ]

If you are not against it, I will stay with you. It would put you at ease knowing that when you wake up, you will not think you are alone here. Even now, thinking of what could have been..

[ he finds himself trailing off not because he is hesitant to continue, but because something feels off. sure enough, Lucifer freezes up and Michael lifts his head off of his lap so he can turn and reach up to take his hands. he doesn’t say anything immediately, instead taking his hands and drawing them to his own face to give him an anchor point. ]

Concentrate on me, Lucifer. Listen to my voice and come back to me. What is it that troubles you?

[thisducks]

I'm referring more to your inability to be anything less than early to anything, but at the same time you hate waking up in the morning and I have to encourage you awake, or maybe instead that if I didn't make you stop and groom your wings, I think you would forget in your need to work. [ With a bit of extra tease in his voice, as if he didn't completely forget to preen his own wings most of the time- ] Or that you will have conversations in your sleep.

[ But as he lost to his own thoughts, it shows the darker side to his incredible Gifts. That he might alone have been given such a power as his imagination and everything to give it birth, it means that perhaps he alone could have so defied their Father's orders. It means that when the blackness rises in him, it so easily shades everything and is raised higher by the power of his own dreaming, until it simply takes over.

Thankfully, with a brother like Michael, there is someone who knows how to pull him back. ]

...what if He destroys them? [ Even after all this, even in their state brought low, he's worried about his beloved humans. ] Because... because of me... they might be hurt, or scared, or- or- [ Michael will feel when the tear falls, hitting one of the hands across his eyes where Lucifer is leaning forward, temporarily as unseeing as his brother. ]

[admonish]

Being prompt is an admirable quality to have, it allows me to finalize my notes before a meeting. As for my sleep, I do not sleep often so, when able, I make good use of the time. I often wonder if it is less that you want to wake me up and more that you are in need of companionship.

[ look at him bristling at the latter accusations. ] It is tedious and time consuming, I groom them well enough. And I do not talk in my sleep. [ he absolutely does but will never outright admit to it because, being asleep, he never gets to hear himself. ]

He would not do so. [ there is no hesitation or room to question his opinion. ] If anything was meant to happen to them, it would have happened during the Trial. I cannot be certain about other matters but of that? I am certain. They did not arrive with us so, whatever He decided to do, they were not punished severely.

[ uncaring of their state of undress, he shifts in the tub to face him, resting on his knees so he can reach out and hug him around the middle. there is nothing else he can say, they both know something happened to the humans. his humans. feeling about with his hands, he reaches up and cradles his face in both hands. ]

Remember than I cannot, and would not, lie to you. Trust when I say that they are safe, wherever they are. They have an inner strength they have not yet tested. Have faith in them.

[thisducks]

[ He wants to tell Michael all about the entire conversations he has had with him in his sleep, never mind just talking, and that he's always enjoyed the privilege of being able to sleep beside Michael. They would sleep face to face, surrounded in one another's wings, or tucked up back to chest in the closest possible hug with their chins tucked up through a forest of feathers. However, the tease has been lost in the face of the cold that threatens to overwhelm not from the outside in, but inside out.

His head lifts to look Michael in the eyes - or at least where his eyes should be - while his own well over with tears. They pour down his face in silent fear, so deeply, deeply worried for them. They would never know how much he cared, how worried he is even now for them... there's a sob that rips out of Lucifer, a sound as raw as the agony in his chest. His head comes down to Michael's, gripping at his shoulders as he admits the truth. ]

The last words I ever said to Adam were us fighting! I just wanted to understand what was happening and he was so angry with me- and now Lilith is all alone- Michael, I deserve to be here! You don't-! Their strength should not need to be tested, you should not be blind and hurt- I am everything they told me I am! I do make everything worse and now I've made all of you lose everything-!

[ Another sob tears through his throat as his wings curl inward, his whole body tensing like he is an animal ready to bolt. ]

[admonish]

Lucifer—

[ but he is unable to get a word in edgewise before his brother breaks down, he can feel the tears falling even before he hears the sob. it breaks his heart and fills him with something unfamiliar to him, something dark that comes to life just beneath the surface. rage. not at his poor brother but at the one who pushed him out so callously without even looking upon his tear-stained face.

he had to watch it, had to look upon his other half as he trembled like a little rabbit under the threat of retribution. where was Father? unable to attend or unwilling to look upon the face He loved so dearly as the owner of it fell from the heavens? one of his hands grip the edge of the tub so tightly that it makes a noise of protest, as if it might soon give way. ]

Lucifer-

[ he is cut off again as Lucifer finally crumbles under the pressure, just as he feared he would. he can’t see him, he can’t look him in the eye and tell him everything will be okay because he would be lying. there will be difficult times even on the best of days but it is something they can overcome together.

Michael, I deserve to be here! You don't-!

that is the straw that breaks the camels back. he grits his teeth, trying to bring himself back down but he is unable to. the voice that spills from his lips is sharp, commanding and full of anger, fully reflecting his newly acquired demonic nature. ]

Lucifer!

[ just as quickly it is gone and Michael sinks back into the water, covering his face with a hand. he yelled at him, something he has never done before and he could not possibly feel any worse than he does right now for it. he does not reach for him again just yet. ]

Enough. Please. No one deserves to be here, you least of all, but we are here and to lose ourselves now is not an option. The things that I lost are unimportant, and I know that they would agree with me. Friends fight, Lucifer, nothing is perfect, but the love we share for you is the closest thing to it. I would Fall a thousand times over if it meant you would not spend a second here alone.

Blaming yourself like this and losing hope is not like you, my brother. Do not let Him win.

[ he finally reaches for him again, to pull him in close so he can smooth his hair back despite the ash. ]

I will never chastise you for your tears but I made my own choice, and I do not regret it. I need you to be strong, Lucifer, stronger than you ever thought you could be—because you are.

[thisducks]

[ Michael would hear silence from Lucifer in the wake of his raised voice, but when he reaches for Lucifer, he would feel something he never could have imagined ever happening from his twin - Lucifer flinches at his touch.

Nothing about it is conscious, but from Lucifer's perspective, he is seeing and hearing something like he's never before. He had looked up just in time to see what looked like fire blazing beneath those covering hands, the lash of a tail just above the water, combined with the voice that sounded nothing like the Michael he had known all of his existence. Michael had never so much as raised his voice to him, never mind... this. ]

I'm sorry. [ Lucifer's voice sounds so small, then even quieter when his head dips down. He'd told himself to be strong for Michael, knowing that his brother would need him to be strong and he's already failed that so soon.

He isn't strong, and he knows it, but Michael needs him to be. His whole body throbs in a point of pain - from the blood marks at his chest and back, to his aching wings, to muscles sore from the contortion of bones within during their change.

Don't let Him win. ]

...I'm sorry, Michael.

[admonish]

[ the flinch has him drawing both hands back, though they hang in the air awkwardly. less than a few hours into their stay here, wherever here might be, and he has already scared him. for the first time since he lost his sight, he is thankful because it means he does not have to see the undoubtedly wounded expression in his face.

his voice is quiet again, with no hint of the venom it held before. ]

No. I am sorry. I should not have—

[ but he did, making excuses for it now does little for the mental image Lucifer will have to live with now. all he can do is reassure him as best he can, to remind him that his anger was directed at someone other than him. ]

My anger was not for you, it will never be directed at you. I am not asking you to change any part about yourself but I will ask you not to shoulder blame that is not yours to suffer. Lilith chose and so did I, and we would make the same choice again. To exist in a world where you are not would be worse than this.

[ he reaches up and wipes his tears away with a surprising amount of care, leaning in to kiss one cheek and then the other. ]

I cannot thrive in a place where you are not, because I would not be complete. Be my hope, Lucifer, and I will be your strength. Confide in me when you are afraid and I will show you there is nothing to fear.

[thisducks]

You cannot speak for her, Michael. ...We have no way of knowing what their fate will be and if she would choose this again. I cannot deny you your choice, though. [ There's a tiny hiccup in his voice, reaching up to catch his brother's face while it's so close to his and bringing their foreheads together. ]

I'm trying, I swear I am. I cannot be as strong as you, but I will keep trying! I cannot help but but scared for them; I have you and they do not. We know what happened and they do not. I- I made my choice... and took theirs away by doing so.

[ His voice drops away, sounding so very tired in a way Lucifer never does. Always full of energy, always wanting to go, to learn more- usually only falling asleep when he's completely exhausted himself. Today, tonight, time no longer has a relevance, they've both gone beyond their exhaustion points. ]

...Let me wash my hair, and we can sleep. I'll be quick about it.

[admonish]

You know her best of all. If given the chance to blindly follow Adam or have her eyes opened to the truth, would she have chosen any different? I cannot speak for her, but I can speak for the experience. To know the truth is painful but liberating.

[ when their foreheads meet, he tilts his face as if meaning to look at him. finally, he tilts his face up and presses a kiss to his crown before nudging their foreheads together again. ]

If you believe in nothing else, believe in their strength. I wish that I could give you the answers that you seek, but I cannot. If there comes a time when I am able to, I will ask about them. You have my word.

And I am perfectly capable of helping you wash your hair. [ one clawed hand reaches up to run through his hair, itching at his scalp as it does so. he never uses enough pressure to hurt, but he also knows his own limitations right now so, after a moment, he relents. ]

At least allow me to hold the bowl steady, so I do not feel useless sitting here.

[thisducks]

I... [ But Lucifer has no words in response to his brother because he knows Michael is right, that in the end, Lilith wanted to be free. It was why he had done what he'd done... to give her wings to fly and find her freedom in the world. He thinks of Eve, the life growing inside of her, and even though it seems a ridiculous thing, he can't help but close his eyes and for a moment, pray for her and the child within her. ]

All three of them are incredibly strong. ...I think Eve will need to be the strongest of all. [ His voice goes even softer, a little sadder instead of the anguish of before. ] I was excited to see the tiny human.

[ Lucifer's eyes close as he leans into the itching, his wings quivering at the feeling. ] You are not useless! You don't need to be useful in everything... but- [ He summons more clean water into the bowl, instead turning and putting the comb into Michael's hand. ] Let me scrub through it once in the water, then we can get out the rest together. Deal?

[admonish]

I would not tell you something if I did not think it was true. False hope is cruel and never something I would give you, Lucifer, especially not in this matter.

[ he continues to play with his hair not just to put him at ease, but also to get an idea of how much ash they are dealing with. more than he initially thought, it’s a wonder how Lucifer managed to get it out of his hair. at the mention of the tiny human, he feels his own heart drop. ]

To be the first of something is both a great honor and a great responsibility, having an inner strength bestowed upon them is necessary. We should know that better than anyone, hm? Being the first of our kind ourselves. It is because of that, knowing it was just us once before, that I know we will find our footing here.

[ despite feeling as if he is just trying to placate him, he does smile and shift the comb between his fingers. ]

Deal. Yes, I do not need to be, but it is preferable. I dislike being caught unaware.

[thisducks]

[ It was less terrifying then, in so many ways. They were naive and innocent, not knowing or caring that they were the only ones. They had each other and they had Father; what else had they needed? As things expanded and changed, it had never seemed like a bad thing, only new and curious, but of course Father had remained an unchanging solid. Then... Michael had been given responsibility. That had been one of the biggest changes. Lucifer had in a way as well, seeing to it that everyone had what they needed from Heaven itself. He had created from nothing as the city needed to expand, as the idea of oceans and beaches, of forests and mountains, as new levels and concepts came to be- until Heaven had been plenty big.

Michael's responsibilities had continued, and his... hadn't. The beginning of what likely led to- well, all of this. ]

I know. [ Lucifer leans forward to kiss his brother's forehead, then shifts forward and into the water so that he can dunk his head down and furiously scrub into it with his fingertips, wincing a time or two as deeply unused to claws as he is, but at least being able to swish away the floating ash to cycle in some cleaner water a few times before flipping his head back. It throws water up on the wall behind him, but that he can ignore to make his scalp less itchy!

Only then does he come back over to Michael, settling himself in front of his brother. It means his wings will be in the water, but he'll dry them both off once they mean to step out completely. ]

It's strange... with no sun. I feel like I have no idea what time it is, or even if it's day or night.

[admonish]

[ when he hears and feels the feathers hit the water, he makes a feeble attempt of trying to hold them up so they don’t become waterlogged but, upon seeing it is a fruitless endeavor, he sighs and lets them drop again. at least he tried!

to distract him, Michael carefully leans over as if meaning to run the comb through his hair—and promptly begins to gently brush the teeth of the comb against his neck instead. he tries to contain his smile but is unable to, though he is at least able to keep from laughing. he continues on as if he isn’t completely missing the mark for a few passes. ]

I seem to recall you having more hair than this, Lucifer.

[ no, no, he can’t keep up the charade. his shoulders shake with a quiet laugh as the comb finally finds his hair, beginning to carefully pull any remaining ash out before he cleans off the brush and resumes the task again. ]

You are the architect here, it can be whatever time you wish it to be. If it would help, since we are exhausted, you can say it is night. Figuring out some measure of time here would be beneficial, I think. Perhaps then it would not feel so strange to look upon an unchanged sky.

We can worry about that tomorrow, we will have clearer heads after we have been able to rest. Do you think you could make a salve? Once we are out of the water, I can rub it into your back. Our wings may be useless now but I imagine the muscles in our backs will be tender tomorrow.

That icon is *so pretty*

[thisducks]

[ Thankfully, the playfulness hits its mark and between the comb tickling the back of his neck and actually hearing Michael laughing gets Lucifer to laugh himself. ] If either of us has more hair, it has always been you!

[ The idea that he is the architect so much so that he can control if it is night or day... it puts a thought in his head, perhaps a dangerous one, when he whispers more to himself than his brother: ] Does that make me like Father? He who controls things like the sun and moon...

[ But he clears his throat and nods to the question. ] I can! Something that will warm the muscles and ease their ache- for both of us. [ Meaning only if Michael allows him to return the favor. His eyes close as he concentrates, imagining just the right substance and a container for it. The golden light appears before he breathes out, then it pops into existence. Smiling, his thumb draws over the marble container about as big as his fist and lifts the cover. It smells wonderful with the scent of warming spices. Lucifer reaches over and puts it on the broad edge of the tub for them to use when they're done. ]

it’s one of my faves

[admonish]

[ pleased with himself for temporarily diverting his attention, he resumes the task at hand. every now and then, he runs his claws through the hair to feel for residue. ] A curious phenomenon considering we are twins. It would feel strange to let it continue to grow, even though it would allow others to tell us apart more easily.

[ he pauses midway through combing through a section of hair then tips his head forward, so he can look in his direction. the statement is such a simple one, the Lucifer present before him now could and would never abuse that power but, even so, he finds himself feeling uneasy. ] .. No. Not like Father, not at all, because you would never do this to another soul. If they have questions, we will give them an answer rather than an excuse. You will be, I believe, even greater than Father because you know both love and pain. In truth, I have wondered if He ever felt them at all.

[ emotions, that is. he is still reeling from the realization that the one who created them would sooner turn His back on them than find a diplomatic solution. Michael orchestrated his own Fall but Lucifer? that is the part of the story that bothers him most, He never even tried to see the world through his brother’s eyes. to create a being so full of love, light and hope, then punish it when it bestows them upon another? he does not understand it. ]

For both of us, yes. Thank you. [ he wants to be useful tomorrow rather than holed up in a room because he is too sore. and he knows if he declines it, Lucifer will do the exact same thing—it is their shared trait, that inherent stubbornness. he cleans the comb off in the bowl and lets it pass through his hair a few more times before: ]

Does that feel better?

[thisducks]

I think you would look even more handsome with longer hair, and then I would have the pleasure of being able to play with it. [ A pleasure he enjoys giving and receiving, given that even in the circumstances now he is all but ready to purr with Michael combing through his hair.

However, at the surprising response to his off-hand statement, Lucifer's eyes open and he blinks up at the ceiling. That isn't what he had meant, but he can't say that Michael is wrong. He can't help his soft words of reply, though. ] I... I don't understand. I would have said for certain... that Father loved us. I have so many memories of His joy, His laughter, His encouragement... do you really think it could have all been a lie?

[ He huffs very softly, but not entirely in disagreement with Michael. Maybe it had been. All a show to make him happy... without actually being able to feel it. He focuses on thinking of what would need to go into such a salve - something to warm the muscles into releasing their tension, something to encourage the damage to heal, and something to gently numb the pain away so they could sleep well.

He runs his fingers through his hair at the question and nods. ] Yep! Thank you, brother. Maybe we'll itch less in the morning than I fear... though I'm still fairly sure going through our wings and hair dry will release a significant amount that was loosened by this.

[admonish]

Is it that you think I would look handsome, or that you simply want to braid my hair and decorate it with flowers more easily? [ he sees what he is trying to do but is so amused that he nearly lets out another laugh. ] I suppose letting it grow out would not be especially detrimental, if it would give you joy.

[ it really is that simple, it’s not as if he is in a position to cut it anymore. if it became a nuisance, the solution is simple enough. when his voice softens, he is almost instantaneously rethinking his words. ]

Father is capable of many things but to regard matters with an unbiased eye, sometimes one has to remove themselves from the bigger picture. I believe He created us to govern His emotions and act where He could not. [ he taps the comb against Lucifer’s cheek with a soft hum. ] It would be hypocritical for Him to lie when we are unable to, so no, I do not think it was a lie. But it is very complicated, perhaps far too much to dwell on tonight.

[ due to him nearly falling when he tried to get into the tub, his movements are much more precise as he stands and proceeds to start climbing out. ] If that is the case, we should be able to remove the last of it in a day or so. No matter how we feel in the morning, I want to go back out there and see if I can start planning for our defenses.

[ all work and no play, some things really don’t change. he offers a hand in his general direction to help him exit the tub as well. ]

[thisducks]

...it could be both reasons! [ Michael's hair is still the beautiful gold it always has been, even if they need to clean it of ash, and braiding flowers into his hair would make it even more lovely. ] I would help you find ways to keep it out of your way.

[ But his brother's words about their father give him a lot to think about, coming at it from a view point he has never even considered before. Father has always seemed like them, just something... more. Someone who has always been and whom he has always loved, and he believed loved him. It had always simply been. Never questioned, never anything but is. When something so fundamental to one's life is ripped out from beneath them, what is there to but question everything else?

Maybe he is naive, but as he takes Michael's hand and climbs out of the tub, he can't and won't question his brother or his love. ]

When we wake, it will be the first dawn. Then we can look at what we have here and plan from there. [ He looks down at the still-alien hooves at the end of his legs and clicks one against the stone floor, wrinkling his nose before he decides to ignore the uneasy feeling looking at them brings in order to call to his hands two towels. ]

...I can't tell if it's warm or cold here. [ He says quietly as he nudges the towel to Michael's arm, knowing his twin is likely to want to handle drying himself. ] For tonight, I am going to enclose where we sleep. For our safety and so we can get warmed up. Does that sound like a plan?

[admonish]

At least you are honest. [ of all the topics to land on after their harrowing day, of course his brother would reach for something as mundane as hair. truth be told, it is more than a little endearing. ] It would not hinder any of my movements, nor would it affect my skills in battle.

[ while Lucifer is wrinkling his nose at them, Michael actually takes the time to map his own legs out as he is drying off. ever the warrior, he feels he needs to be aware of his limitations if there are any. so his twin is treated to the sight of his brother planting a hoof into the floor before he attempts to bend his toes, then he does the exact same thing on a patch of floor that has water on it to test the difference. ]

Our first dawn here. With sleep, we will have clearer heads as well. [ he says it very matter-of-factly, getting a feel for how the permanence of the situation feels. they will never again wake up under a beautiful sky with the warmth of the sun kissing their faces. unwilling to draw attention to it further, he simply nods and secures his towel around his waist. ]

Cold, at least that is how it feels to me. Like I am being pursued by a chill in the air that I am unable to escape from entirely. Perhaps because it is a foreign place, we will acclimate to it eventually. For tonight at least, it is a good plan.

[ he wants to say so much more but settles on reaching out to take one of Lucifer’s clawed hands in his own to give it a squeeze. ]

I will keep my sword close by, but I do not think anything will disturb us tonight. [ because even as angry as he is about what happened, he does not think Father would subject them to further torment today. it may just be wishful thinking, but he is sticking by it. ]

[thisducks]

[ It's significantly easier to focus on something simple and mundane rather than the overwhelming nature of their current problems. As already shown, it is far, far too easy for Lucifer to spiral into his own thoughts, so this is probably preferable. The little things, like watching Michael learning how his hooves work on both surfaces, are a barrier he is actively putting effort into maintaining even though it has been foreign to him in his life.

He squeezes his brother's hand in return, knowing in his heart that Michael is in as bad of a shape as he is, if not worse, but also knowing that Michael would do nothing less than be his protector. ]

Then let us try and get warm. [ He hasn't even bothered putting his towel around his waist and instead, plops it on Michael's head and gives his hair a brisk rubbing before he steps back with a chuckle. His hooves click so soft against the stone - souls born to fly reflect in their very bones after all - before retaking Michael's hand and tugging gently. He leads the way up the curve of stairs to the large bed, one big enough for both of them and their wings. Since the only kind of bed he knows are ones of incredible softness and support, it's replicated here. Once his brother has reached the bed, he lets go and focuses on the other side of the partly opened room. His fingers curl, molding the shape in his head, and lets the golden magic go when he has it solid.

It is an elegant, impossible shape of gossamer strands of gold and cradled within it is an orb casting off a soft golden glow, one not bright enough to keep them awake but Lucifer... doesn't want to be in dark tonight. It also begins to emit a good bit of gentle heat, one that will eventually completely dry and warm them. As his hand sweeps back, the partial wall comes around to enclose them entirely but to prevent them from having no idea about the world outside, he creates a small window with a clear covering so they can see out, but nothing can get in. He hopes. ]

There we go! We will be warm in no time.

[admonish]

[ when the towel covers his head he looks a tad confused, but the moment his hair is ruffled under it he lets out a soft grunt in protest. despite knowing how absolutely silly he will look once he removes it, he tugs the towel off of his head and—yep, there it is. his hair is sticking up every which way like the crest of a cockatiel, making him look far less imposing than the changes on his body let on. but because of it, his bangs cover a majority of the hands resting over his eyes, briefly hiding one mark of his sin.

he might be the more reserved of the two of them but he is still his brother so, while Lucifer is in the midst of creating their shield, he waits until he is done to toss his towel over his head and proceed to dry his hair in the same manner one would polish a bowling ball. is it bratty? absolutely, but it is also a distraction that both of them could use right now.

the help is appreciated but also a painful reminder that he may very well be the weakest link here. just in the same way he is unused to needing assistance, he is also struggling with a growing and unfamiliar sense of anger. none of it is directed towards his brother and, rather than burden him with it, he opts to keep it to himself.

he doesn’t say a single word about it but, as Lucifer has witnessed it in the past, he can probably imagine the way the mischief dances behind his eyes. once done with the towel, he drapes it around his brother’s shoulders. while he may not have said anything about it at the time, his “eyes” can still see the beautiful path left behind by Lucifer’s magic. the warmth he feels radiating from it reminds him of the sun—perhaps it has not been lost to them after all.

he doesn’t even realize he is staring at him until he snaps himself out of his stupor by looking away. ]

Once we have dried off, I will put that ointment on you.

[ his attention diverts to the room they are in, his head moving slowly as if he is taking in every detail it has to offer. in actuality, he is listening for any continuous sounds so that he can discern them from anything out of the ordinary. exhaustion will never beat out his need to be prepared, especially since it isn’t just his safety on the line, but it will prevent him from keeping watch all night as he intended to. ]

[thisducks]

You know, brother... you could pull this look off. [ Lucifer offers helpfully when he removes the towel, partly serious, partly trying not to laugh at Michael's expression. Maaaaybe he deserves the returned hair-drying, which makes him sputter and flail at hand back at Michael. ]

H-Hey, I was gentle! [ But there's a laugh under his protest. He can't even begin to think of Michael being truly angry with anything or anyone, even though perhaps it should have occurred to him given... everything. Maybe even a little angry at him he would have understood, but with how Michael has reacted to some of the things he's said since they woke, he keeps it to himself.

Michael might turn away to hide his 'stare', but Lucifer leans over to kiss a crimson cheek spot. ] It should not be long. If we spread our wings as much as we can, it should taken even less time. [ A suggestion he takes action on by moving up and across the bed, laying down on his stomach and fussing with his wings. It's difficult, both in the physical sense while the muscles to move them heal, but more in the psychological sense. Seeing his beautiful wings turned nearly the same color as the ash outside and a dark crimson... stained.

As he stares at the red along his wings, it makes him think of a time in Eden. Adam had been curled up with several animals around him, chatting with them as if they would respond to him. Lucifer had watched from afar for a while, just enjoying getting to see Adam look so happy, laughing as two of the critters chased one another up over his back and onto his head. However, just as Luci had flown up to go and join his human friend, he saw one of the grey animals with their long tails leap from the top of Adam's head onto his thigh and scramble, one of his claws leaving a mark behind on the otherwise flawless skin. That had been how Lucifer discovered that the humans bled red, unlike himself and his fellow angels. It hadn't hurt Adam - nothing in the Garden ever felt pain or discomfort, after all - but it had stuck with him ever since.

...and now his wings are stained the color of human blood. A punishment to remind him forever more of what he had done to three of the people he loved the most.

For Michael, he would hear Lucifer go quiet after a good bit of wing shuffling, leaving only his brother's slow breathing to be heard. Otherwise, even the sound of the water outside doesn't penetrate in here, leaving a heavy silence in the now-enclosed room. ]

[admonish]

If I can pull it off, then so can you. How fortunate for us. [ he swipes a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it again but he only partially succeeds. with a sigh of defeat, he decides to let it dry as is and hope that he does not wake up tomorrow sporting something that could only be called a rats nest. there isn’t another being alive who would be able to do this without earning some form of ire. while he often comes off as the type of person anyone can talk to, the same can not be said for his own feelings. they are always kept close to his chest. ]

That was gentle. [ it is no secret that Michael’s strength is leagues above the rest, it is expected of him as his sword. if he truly wanted to cause him pain, he had the means at his disposal to do so. anyone else would have easily found themselves in a chokehold by now while he smiled down at them and waited for them to repent—albeit playfully. but when you are one of the first angels people tend to gossip and make you a larger than life figure.

the kiss to his cheek has him looking in his direction and smiling, reaching a hand out in an attempt to tame his hair as well. ]

I am not concerned about how long it takes, I just want to make sure that you—we—settle in comfortably. [ he makes sure to include himself so Lucifer doesn’t think he is trying to shoulder too much. ] I can hear how tired you are in your voice. I have.. always known what can and cannot harm us, not knowing is simply bothering me. After we sleep, I am certain we will both be in better spirits.

[ it is so quiet following the shuffling that he thinks he might have fallen asleep, so he reaches over to rest a comforting hand against his hair only to feel him shift—he is not asleep. rather than sprawl his own wings out, he carefully rests on his side and gets as close to him as he possibly can before dragging a claw through his hair, the tips gingerly itching at his scalp. ]

I worry when you are this quiet, it means you are either up to no good or you are in need of advice. Which is it? If we are going to reside here together then we need to be united, let there be no secrets between us.

Talk to me, Lucifer. [ his tone is soft and soothing, never demanding. ]