[ Not the reaction Lucifer had expected. He'd pictured something more like their usual sniping, a pointed back and forth. Not the shadows nipping at his heels like they want to sink their claws in and devour him. Not the acrid glow of Alastor's magic in a display they both know means absolutely nothing when it's up against Lucifer's angelic might. And certainly not Alastor snarling in his face, no trace of his iron-clad control and composure to be found.
There's enough power in Alastor's words to send his coat flapping in the currents of rage. Still not intimidating, but it does make something low in Lucifer's gut twinge, a little furl of heat that snakes up his spine. Exactly how hard is it to get Alastor to lose his cool like this? How hard would it be to do it again?
Absently, Lucifer waves away a few of the sickly sigils that're floating too close to his face — bats at them and sends them floating on their way back towards their source without even a sting. ]
I know you're not actually an idiot, but it feels like I've gotta put it out in the open here, bud. That does a real great job of making me think everything's the complete opposite of perfectly fine.
[ In a low drawl, not quite mocking, not quite on the side of amused, either. ]
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Date: 2024-02-27 01:50 am (UTC)[ Not the reaction Lucifer had expected. He'd pictured something more like their usual sniping, a pointed back and forth. Not the shadows nipping at his heels like they want to sink their claws in and devour him. Not the acrid glow of Alastor's magic in a display they both know means absolutely nothing when it's up against Lucifer's angelic might. And certainly not Alastor snarling in his face, no trace of his iron-clad control and composure to be found.
There's enough power in Alastor's words to send his coat flapping in the currents of rage. Still not intimidating, but it does make something low in Lucifer's gut twinge, a little furl of heat that snakes up his spine. Exactly how hard is it to get Alastor to lose his cool like this? How hard would it be to do it again?
Absently, Lucifer waves away a few of the sickly sigils that're floating too close to his face — bats at them and sends them floating on their way back towards their source without even a sting. ]
I know you're not actually an idiot, but it feels like I've gotta put it out in the open here, bud. That does a real great job of making me think everything's the complete opposite of perfectly fine.
[ In a low drawl, not quite mocking, not quite on the side of amused, either. ]