It had been something that wasn't entirely admired before. It was his old rebellion, his determination to swing and protect what he dreamed of regardless of what others might have to say for it.
It was the spirit that, yes, cursed the world and set the roots of evil into Creation, but despite his fury, his smoldering fatigue over being undervalued over and over and over again, he was considered...
...
Lucifer could only control so much. So when his face took on a shade of marigold, there was nothing he could do for it despite the scowl deepening.
He reached back and seized the hair at the back of Alastor's head. "Hmph... You have a funny way of expressing how you cherish something."
Perhaps it was thanks for the compliment. Or, maybe, it was thanks for the meal. ...Or maybe it was just to shut him the fuck up that had him hold the Radio Demon steady as he abruptly shared a blood-tinged kiss.
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It was the spirit that, yes, cursed the world and set the roots of evil into Creation, but despite his fury, his smoldering fatigue over being undervalued over and over and over again, he was considered...
...
Lucifer could only control so much. So when his face took on a shade of marigold, there was nothing he could do for it despite the scowl deepening.
He reached back and seized the hair at the back of Alastor's head. "Hmph... You have a funny way of expressing how you cherish something."
Perhaps it was thanks for the compliment. Or, maybe, it was thanks for the meal. ...Or maybe it was just to shut him the fuck up that had him hold the Radio Demon steady as he abruptly shared a blood-tinged kiss.