[ It's a little impressive, Lucifer will give that. Alastor makes a fine, snarling figure of inexplicable rage. Most other demons in Hell would be quaking in their boots to have something like this creature looming over them — and for a moment, Alastor very much is a creature, unthinking fury and a hunger for brutal violence. And then, the next moment, he's not.
He's not, because of the viscous drip of liquid that falls onto Lucifer's cheek. Before he even touches it, Lucifer knows what it is, warm and iron-tinged. Lucifer catches his hat before it can drift more than a couple inches from his head and resettles it. Then he wipes the liquid away, glances at the red on his hand for only a moment. Only a formality with the scent of Alastor's blood and the damp-earth smell of Alastor's power heavy around him.
And the way Alastor reacts to that drip of blood. Well. Things aren't fine. They're much less fine than Alastor would have him believe, if this much posturing is enough to have him bleeding all over his would-be-prey. Showing weakness.
It's fascinating, the way Alastor retreats back into this facade of propriety. As though he isn't the more ravenous of the beasts between the two of them. As though they both don't know.
Lucifer's lips curl up at the corners. He takes longer than he needs to as he licks the smear of Alastor's blood from his fingers.
And then he turns on his heel, presenting Alastor with his back. Offers a cheery little wave over his shoulder. ]
Well, I wouldn't want to embarrass you any more! Enjoy the rest of your meal.
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Date: 2024-02-28 02:47 am (UTC)He's not, because of the viscous drip of liquid that falls onto Lucifer's cheek. Before he even touches it, Lucifer knows what it is, warm and iron-tinged. Lucifer catches his hat before it can drift more than a couple inches from his head and resettles it. Then he wipes the liquid away, glances at the red on his hand for only a moment. Only a formality with the scent of Alastor's blood and the damp-earth smell of Alastor's power heavy around him.
And the way Alastor reacts to that drip of blood. Well. Things aren't fine. They're much less fine than Alastor would have him believe, if this much posturing is enough to have him bleeding all over his would-be-prey. Showing weakness.
It's fascinating, the way Alastor retreats back into this facade of propriety. As though he isn't the more ravenous of the beasts between the two of them. As though they both don't know.
Lucifer's lips curl up at the corners. He takes longer than he needs to as he licks the smear of Alastor's blood from his fingers.
And then he turns on his heel, presenting Alastor with his back. Offers a cheery little wave over his shoulder. ]
Well, I wouldn't want to embarrass you any more! Enjoy the rest of your meal.