[ Lucifer's poison, the slow, endless drip of it that has been crippling the once brilliant angel, only gets a healthy squeeze of the black, ugly sac by Alastor's hands and adds a flood into his system. This is why he stayed away from her passion project - because he had believed it to be utterly fruitless as much as he hadn't wanted to drag it down with him. ]
Fuck off, deer. Just- leave. You've said your piece. [ About halfway through his words, Lucifer's head comes up just enough to have glowing eyes above the surface of the pillow, glaring at Alastor as he folds ragged wings back behind him. ]
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Date: 2024-03-17 08:24 pm (UTC)Fuck off, deer. Just- leave. You've said your piece. [ About halfway through his words, Lucifer's head comes up just enough to have glowing eyes above the surface of the pillow, glaring at Alastor as he folds ragged wings back behind him. ]