Welcome to love, Alastor. It really does make you insane and clear-headed. You're catty, incorrigible, charming, deliciously chaotic, and a fellow showman. What's not to love??
Lucifer didn't think something like this would ever happen to him again. It would be a little time before it would truly sink in, but in this moment, his hand taken and the ring slipped on, all he could feel was a wonderment. A content. It was a warmth that spread from his old heart and out into his extremities, the tips of his wings.
Someone was... willing to take this step with him. With him, of all beings in Creation. It made his heart clench beneath his practiced countenance- a Deal was serious business- as he remained steady.
But the act was done. The Deal was made. Powers mingled, weaved into a sort of chain, and he felt that tug upon his very soul. Though there was always that burst of power that came with this sort of thing, Lucifer creased a brow and focused, and gave it a little hush.
Because he didn't want to make a mess of this piece of Alastor's world. Things would rattle upon shelves, but they would otherwise stay put.
...Strange, though. Lucifer felt... something. Something far outside, different from the countless Deals Alastor made. It was like the smallest touch against a live wire among a sea of glowing chains leading to so many poor souls throughout Hell, lending the Radio Demon power.
Something to puzzle over later.
For now, he took Alastor's newly-adorned hand with his own. As the other nestled against the nape of his neck, he eased in. Deal-sealing rarely involved kissing, of course, but fuck the rules. This one demanded one.
One typically kisses their new husband, yes - Alastor wasn't confident he could have come up with meaningful wedding vows, but hopefully, a kiss would do the trick in conveying his true feelings. It wasn't just 'you're never getting rid of me'... Alastor wanted to feel Lucifer cherishing him like he did in this moment. He was... someone's someone, accepted despite his madness and murder, loved because of those queer little traits of his. Even with how he couldn't always 'perform' in a way one expects for a marriage, Lucifer was more patient than any man Alastor had ever known.
He could feel the feedback of magic, ancient and powerful and still tinged divine in a way that made his blood run a little hotter and almost feverishly. Going against any and all Plans in lieu of freedom, happiness... freedom through connecting himself to a powerful creator.
To be both entrenched in such power and adored sincerely was a cocktail making Alastor feel completely drunk in all of the best ways. His own power had been curling through the room, shadows climbing the walls to coil around his belongings and keep everything in place even with the pulsing of their intertwining magic. He disregarded the bathroom lamp exploding and the lights going out - all he needed was that beautiful crown of fire and his own glowing darkness to see his new husband.
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Lucifer didn't think something like this would ever happen to him again. It would be a little time before it would truly sink in, but in this moment, his hand taken and the ring slipped on, all he could feel was a wonderment. A content. It was a warmth that spread from his old heart and out into his extremities, the tips of his wings.
Someone was... willing to take this step with him. With him, of all beings in Creation. It made his heart clench beneath his practiced countenance- a Deal was serious business- as he remained steady.
But the act was done. The Deal was made. Powers mingled, weaved into a sort of chain, and he felt that tug upon his very soul. Though there was always that burst of power that came with this sort of thing, Lucifer creased a brow and focused, and gave it a little hush.
Because he didn't want to make a mess of this piece of Alastor's world. Things would rattle upon shelves, but they would otherwise stay put.
...Strange, though. Lucifer felt... something. Something far outside, different from the countless Deals Alastor made. It was like the smallest touch against a live wire among a sea of glowing chains leading to so many poor souls throughout Hell, lending the Radio Demon power.
Something to puzzle over later.
For now, he took Alastor's newly-adorned hand with his own. As the other nestled against the nape of his neck, he eased in. Deal-sealing rarely involved kissing, of course, but fuck the rules. This one demanded one.
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He could feel the feedback of magic, ancient and powerful and still tinged divine in a way that made his blood run a little hotter and almost feverishly. Going against any and all Plans in lieu of freedom, happiness... freedom through connecting himself to a powerful creator.
To be both entrenched in such power and adored sincerely was a cocktail making Alastor feel completely drunk in all of the best ways. His own power had been curling through the room, shadows climbing the walls to coil around his belongings and keep everything in place even with the pulsing of their intertwining magic. He disregarded the bathroom lamp exploding and the lights going out - all he needed was that beautiful crown of fire and his own glowing darkness to see his new husband.