Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle, his own Grace feeling the need deep within his human. And he couldn’t deny Nick. Not when his human was asking, not when his human desired—Not that Lucifer had any wish to deny him in the first place. The archangel smirked, and shrugged his shirt off, the clothing ending up somewhere on the opposite side of the room. Lucifer grabbed Nick and pushed the other man back onto the soft covers of the bed. “Well if you don’t want it slow, Nick…” he muttered, crawling on the bed next to his human, his blue eyes glinting as he let his hands wander over his Nick’s chest, tracing every part of the human he knew so well as Lucifer claimed his mouth in a powerful kiss.
“You’re not tainted,” Nick replied, voice quiet. “Not to me—You’re perfect. And I don’t want you to feel any less than what you are.” No one was truly perfect in every sense of the word, but Lucifer was perfect to Nick. Kissing the top of his angel’s head, he sighed into her hair, gently running his fingers through her feathers. His words began to slur into one another, thoughts drifting as he fought against sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open and on Lucifer. He didn’t want the day to end yet, for his angel to leave, Nick content here, listening to her and holding her against him, simply enjoying the peace and quiet of the morning with the angel he loved. There were times he wished angels slept as humans did so he could curl up next to Lucifer each night, wrapping her in his embrace and waking up with his angel at his side. Nick wanted that again, that closeness he’d had with Sarah, he desired it with Lucifer, too.
Reaching for her hand, he thought of the dancing, how light she’d felt in his arms. He doubted that he’d be able to pick her up once the magic wore off, but it was fun while it lasted. What mattered to him was that she was still Lucifer, and as long as he had his angel he was the happiest man alive. “I love you, Luc. More than anything. And I’ll do all that I can to show it. That’s a promise I won’t break.”
She curled up against him, letting the power of her Grace ease down a bit. Lucifer could allow a certain degree or state of ‘rest’ to overcome her if she so desired; she just never really saw the point. It wasn’t necessary, and she never exhausted her Grace to such a point that the archangel needed such rest to recover. Or, she hadn’t in a very, very long time, at least. A shudder ran through Lucifer’s smaller, female form as she felt Nick’s hand brushing once through her wings, and Lucifer stretched out the large, dark wings, reaching them up and around until they lay over the two of them, almost like a blanket.
Lucifer let her fingers twist around Nick’s, sighing out in contentment as she rested her head upon her human’s chest. “I know what I am, Nick,” she whispered back quietly, that slight nudging feeling of the scars and darkness that had become a part of the archangel unable to be completely forgotten. But she smiled, giving his hand a brief squeeze. “But it’s easy to ignore now. You’ve never seen me like they do and that’s…” Lucifer let herself trail off, unable to know exactly how to describe what it was. It was perfect, yes, but it was more than that.
It was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. What she had desired for so long—and what she finally had.
“I can trust you, Nick,” whispered Lucifer, realizing as she muttered the words in a volume just barely louder than her own breathing, that the archangel actually fully and completely meant it. That she was happy, here and now, with her human, and didn’t want anything to change.
(Source: castoutofheaven)
ooc:
I have a headache, so I’m gonna be resting and whatnot.
I’ll get to replies and such on my RPs when I feel better.
Sorry for the delay :(
Hello, Rebecca.
Lucifer’s anger burst free at that moment, and his power lashed against Becky, smacking her against the wall. It was brief, it was sudden, and the archangel was aware enough to pull most of it back—to keep from harming her anymore than the initial action. Lucifer walked over to her, his tall form towering over her as he glared down at Becky. “You can keep reminding yourself of that lie, Rebecca,” the archangel growled. “Keep trying to convince yourself that you really are something. But considering what you had and what you therefore gave up to go back to this pitiful little state—” Lucifer scoffed, shaking his head. “It’s hard to argue with the idea that you are nothing.”
Becky gasped, trying to catch her breathe. Hitting the wall had jarred her ribs, and damn it hurt so much. She looked back up at him, trying to keep her expression neutral. She wouldn’t flinch in front of him again. She wouldn’t let herself look weak no matter how much it hurt. “It’s not a lie.” she spat out. “I was shit before. I killed people. That’s nothing. That’s a monster. And I don’t wanna be that anymore.”
His glare was still hard. “You belonged to something before, Rebecca,” Lucifer growled. “What do you have now? Who do you have now? Do you have a family, Rebecca? A home?” The archangel shook his head as he reached down, gripped the strands of the human’s hair, and yanked. Hard. He jerked her head back and stared at her. “You have nothing. You are nothing. You’re even worse than you were before I gave you everything.”
Hello, Rebecca.
“Then tell me, Rebecca, what are you now?” Lucifer glared at her, his voice coming out harsh towards her. “What are you, other than another broken, pitiful little human? Hm?” He paused for a moment, but it wasn’t long enough for her to answer. It was barely a second. Lucifer hadn’t expected—hadn’t wanted—an answer. His anger was too great. “You had the ability, the power, to have anything you desired, and yet you chose a fate like this. To go back to having nothing. To being nothing. Does anyone even care about you now, Rebecca?” he spat.
“I’m not nothing!” she practically yelled. “No one cares but really neither do I. For the first time in my life I don’t care.” Becky had always been so worried about what people thought, who was there and who wasn’t and for once no one did. “I don’t have to worry about people leaving me. I don’t worry about any of that because I don’t care. Hell, people even hate me because of what I did. People want to kill me. And none of that’s going to change. I may look like shit now but I am not nothing.”
Lucifer’s anger burst free at that moment, and his power lashed against Becky, smacking her against the wall. It was brief, it was sudden, and the archangel was aware enough to pull most of it back—to keep from harming her anymore than the initial action. Lucifer walked over to her, his tall form towering over her as he glared down at Becky. “You can keep reminding yourself of that lie, Rebecca,” the archangel growled. “Keep trying to convince yourself that you really are something. But considering what you had and what you therefore gave up to go back to this pitiful little state—” Lucifer scoffed, shaking his head. “It’s hard to argue with the idea that you are nothing.”
Hello, Rebecca.
“So this is what you prefer, is it?” Lucifer waved his hand over her, clearing encompassing her broken body. Her human frailty. ”This is the state you wish to be in, Rebecca?” He shook his head. “I give you everything—I take away this exact feeling of powerlessness and helplessness that you have—and you’re content to turn it all away,” the archangel said angrily. Anger was good. Anger was what he knew. Holding on to that anger was easier than letting anything else affect him.
Becky flinched at this anger, shifting the towel closer to her skin. She shook her head, trying to keep her composure. “No, it’s not what I prefer,” she said. Him calling her powerless and helpless almost made her angry. After tearing herself down for weeks, and just about her whole life before she became a demon it was someone else calling her those things. And that made her want to stand up for herself. “I might be broken. I might be hurt. But I’m not powerless, nor am I hopeless. It took a lot to realize it. I don’t need to hurt people to feel good about myself.”
“Then tell me, Rebecca, what are you now?” Lucifer glared at her, his voice coming out harsh towards her. “What are you, other than another broken, pitiful little human? Hm?” He paused for a moment, but it wasn’t long enough for her to answer. It was barely a second. Lucifer hadn’t expected—hadn’t wanted—an answer. His anger was too great. “You had the ability, the power, to have anything you desired, and yet you chose a fate like this. To go back to having nothing. To being nothing. Does anyone even care about you now, Rebecca?” he spat.
Hello, Rebecca.
Lucifer sighed, though he felt a slight bit of anger flare through his power as she mentioned his younger brother’s name. “Castiel approached you? Or were you the one who went to him, Rebecca?” said Lucifer, stepping closer to her. “After what my brother had already done, why would you have considered meeting up with another of my siblings? Did you think it would go well? That he could be trusted to keep you safe in the way that I would?” Lucifer couldn’t help feeling slightly angry at thinking over it all.
“I met him somewhere. I didn’t think it over well,” she admitted. “I already had Sam and Dean on my tail. It’s not like I could hide in that house forever, so I went. It was stupid, I know.” It was stupid if she were still a demon. If she didn’t care about what she had done. But now she did care and she hated everything it. Hated what she had become and where she was now.
“So this is what you prefer, is it?” Lucifer waved his hand over her, clearing encompassing her broken body. Her human frailty. ”This is the state you wish to be in, Rebecca?” He shook his head. “I give you everything—I take away this exact feeling of powerlessness and helplessness that you have—and you’re content to turn it all away,” the archangel said angrily. Anger was good. Anger was what he knew. Holding on to that anger was easier than letting anything else affect him.
“I won’t. I was your vessel, literally falling apart at the seams, and if that didn’t manage to change my mind I doubt anything will. But I understand. I never expected you to trust or love me, not now. You care, and you don’t mind spending time with me—you make me happy, Luc—that’s all that matters.” Nick couldn’t relate, didn’t know how Lucifer felt—not truly—but he tried to understand. It only made sense Lucifer found it difficult to trust, and Nick wasn’t surprised, wasn’t upset over something the archangel couldn’t help. He wished he could take it all away, to shield his angel from all that was wrong in the world and love Lucifer as he should be for as long as he possibly could. “And I’ll find a way to show you, if words aren’t enough, that I do love you.”
Kissing his angel on the cheek, Nick remained close, keeping the other’s hand in his own. “I’m not leaving you; I couldn’t. When I awoke—after the possession—I was upset, but I missed you. I don’t want to be without you, to feel that again. It was—not having you here I—I’m glad we found each other.” Missing Sarah, missing Lucifer, at the same time proved to be more difficult than he imagined. Lonelier than he’d ever been, Nick believed he’d failed them both. However, Lucifer was beside him, and Nick was content with this—what they had—hoping his angel would stay. “As for trusting me, I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that I won’t be enough for you. You deserve so much, and I’m afraid all I’ll do is disappoint you in the end.”
Lucifer had been so long with comfort, without companionship, without anyone to just be close to—and he craved it. He couldn’t hold himself back, even if he wanted to, so he didn’t even try to push Nick away. Not that he had the slightest desire to be out of his human’s embrace. Instead he curled more against Nick, his head resting just below the other’s shoulder.
“You are enough,” Lucifer mumbled, hand tracing absentmindedly across Nick’s chest as the archangel lay there. His fingers traced random symbols, markings—meaningless little things, but it was a habit. A distraction. Something for his hands to do as he spoke. “I chose you and I want you and I wouldn’t have done so if I thought you anything less than…” Lucifer trailed off briefly, though his hand continued its random movements. He felt comfortable here, with his human; he felt at peace. And he had felt the same way—or at least similar—when he had first sought Nick out. When he had spent all that time with the other individual. But it had been different then; Nick had simply been a means to an end—a good means, yes, but just a means. Now… now it was more. And he couldn’t lose his human. He was comfortable. He cared…
“You’re perfect,” the archangel whispered, the words barely spoken but he was sure Nick had to have heard them. “Whether you think it or not, believe it or not, you will always be enough, Nick. Because you’re perfect…”
(Source: castoutofheaven)
“Perhaps it has,” he muttered, although he watched her as she tried to think. Lucifer wasn’t quite sure what was happening with the blonde hunter, but the archangel had an inkling certain little grey things were behind it. Not that he was complaining… at the moment. “But then, I seem to remember a fairly recent encounter. I’m sure the hounds do as well, Joanna.” Lucifer smirked, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulders, pulling the younger human closer. “I know they enjoyed themselves.”
The reminder of the hell hounds caused Jo to shudder violently against Lucifer’s side. Suddenly her real memories and feelings came back to her in a rush and she jerked out of his embrace, nearly falling to the ground. “Oh god…” she gasped, holding her head, “Oh, I’m going to kill those anons…” This stupid spell could have gotten her killed. Hating those she loved and loving those she hated? Seriously?
Lucifer laughed, unable to help it as he saw everything click back together for Jo. While a part of him had, indeed, been tempted to actually have some more of that same ‘fun’ again, he hadn’t wanted to push things. The archangel didn’t think Nick even knew of the first time. “Well, well… welcome back, dear Joanna,” he said, grinning as he winked at her.
Jo rubbed her face and stared up at him, still appalled by her behavior. “Um… if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll be heading out now,” she said softly, “You know… before you invite your hounds back for round two.”
Oh he had enjoyed himself, and his grin and continued laughter were still evidence of such as he gave a slight wave. “Don’t forget to call me back up if it happens again, Joanna,” the archangel said. “We really should not let so much time pass between our little… meetings.” And with that, he disappeared.
Hello, Rebecca.
That statement took the archangel slightly by surprise, and he paused. He didn’t like being taken surprise. “Who are you talking about, Rebecca?” said Lucifer. As far as he knew, his demon had been safe from his brother, from Balthazar. He had promised to protect her from that little ‘encounter’ occurring again, and he would. “Balthazar would not have harmed you again, and you could not have been destroyed by a simple human if you remained as you were, child.” Lucifer shook his head. “But like this? Of course harm would befall you.”
“Castiel, he wanted to ‘talk’,” Becky accentuated the last word with air quotes. “Although it wasn’t much of a talk it was an ultimatum.” He’d been very clear, she let him fix her or he killed her right there. He had also said that she would see that what she was doing was wrong. And damn it he was right. Everything was so wrong.
Lucifer sighed, though he felt a slight bit of anger flare through his power as she mentioned his younger brother’s name. “Castiel approached you? Or were you the one who went to him, Rebecca?” said Lucifer, stepping closer to her. “After what my brother had already done, why would you have considered meeting up with another of my siblings? Did you think it would go well? That he could be trusted to keep you safe in the way that I would?” Lucifer couldn’t help feeling slightly angry at thinking over it all.
“Perhaps it has,” he muttered, although he watched her as she tried to think. Lucifer wasn’t quite sure what was happening with the blonde hunter, but the archangel had an inkling certain little grey things were behind it. Not that he was complaining… at the moment. “But then, I seem to remember a fairly recent encounter. I’m sure the hounds do as well, Joanna.” Lucifer smirked, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulders, pulling the younger human closer. “I know they enjoyed themselves.”
The reminder of the hell hounds caused Jo to shudder violently against Lucifer’s side. Suddenly her real memories and feelings came back to her in a rush and she jerked out of his embrace, nearly falling to the ground. “Oh god…” she gasped, holding her head, “Oh, I’m going to kill those anons…” This stupid spell could have gotten her killed. Hating those she loved and loving those she hated? Seriously?
Lucifer laughed, unable to help it as he saw everything click back together for Jo. While a part of him had, indeed, been tempted to actually have some more of that same ‘fun’ again, he hadn’t wanted to push things. The archangel didn’t think Nick even knew of the first time. “Well, well… welcome back, dear Joanna,” he said, grinning as he winked at her.
His expression remains blank as he stares, thoughts running through his mind. Hmm. This could be interesting… A small smile starts to spread across his face. “Oh. Yes. Obviously our friendship is just so… new and grand that it… slipped my mind. So, dear friend… What did you wish for?”
Jo shrugged and grinned. “I don’t know…What do you like to do for fun?” she asked. She was glad he’d finally quit messing around and acknowledged their friendship - it was beyond obvious to her.
“Oh you know. A bit of this, a bit of that…” He grinned. “Tell me, Joanna. How long has it been since we’ve really enjoyed each other’s company?”
Jo frowned, trying to remember the last time she had Lucifer had enjoyed each other’s company. Flashes of actual memories warred with the anon’s spell leaving her confused. “I’m not sure… I guess it’s been a while?” she said finally, shrugging her shoulders.
“Perhaps it has,” he muttered, although he watched her as she tried to think. Lucifer wasn’t quite sure what was happening with the blonde hunter, but the archangel had an inkling certain little grey things were behind it. Not that he was complaining… at the moment. “But then, I seem to remember a fairly recent encounter. I’m sure the hounds do as well, Joanna.” Lucifer smirked, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulders, pulling the younger human closer. “I know they enjoyed themselves.”
I suppose that makes a lot more sense. I figured I would have known if you were. Possibly. (( ooc: No :) Nick never found out. Lucifer hinted to it, I think. But Nick still doesn’t know.))
Of course you would have known. *stares* I doubt I would keep it from you, someone like Joanna actually thinking I was a friend. *smirks, teasingly* I’d say, after everything, we tend to be quite the opposite… *mutters, shrugs*
Hello, Rebecca.
He nodded. Self preservation always won out for the demons. Save for the few that were loyal, that would give their lives if it was required. They were all cowardly and useless and provided no worth. Perhaps he had been… foolish to think Rebecca was any different than the rest. Was more like Lilith than the vast majority of the others. “You disappoint me, Rebecca,” said the archangel, still making no move to help her. “I gave you everything and at the first little sign of difficulties you gave it up?” Lucifer tilted his head as he watched her. “You do realize that if you still had my gift to you, you would not be in such a ‘shitty’ state?”
“So you would rather he killed me?” Becky asked, setting her jaw and staring back at him. No matter how hurt she was. No matter how upset she was by her situation. No matter what might bother her now, the idea that he didn’t really care bothered her. That he cared about her as a demon, and not a person. And if he didn’t care, then maybe Nick didn’t care. She really was alone.
That statement took the archangel slightly by surprise, and he paused. He didn’t like being taken surprise. “Who are you talking about, Rebecca?” said Lucifer. As far as he knew, his demon had been safe from his brother, from Balthazar. He had promised to protect her from that little ‘encounter’ occurring again, and he would. “Balthazar would not have harmed you again, and you could not have been destroyed by a simple human if you remained as you were, child.” Lucifer shook his head. “But like this? Of course harm would befall you.”
