you are only coming through in waves
But not a crime;
Lucifer tightens his grip, holding the angel closer and crooning at Balthazar's sleeping face like he's a child. "Shhhhhh."
The Devil straightens up again, tucks his wings back into himself with a sucking rush of wind, and looks around. All around them, knifing out cruelly into the dark, are the twin ashen imprints of wings.
His brow furrows, and then he's gone.
Balthazar will come to on an enormous, extremely comfortable bed. His limbs will feel heavy, almost too heavy to move, and any attempt at sitting up right away will be met with sharp dizziness. It's alright, though. The bed is so warm, the covers so heavy.
Lucifer tightens his grip, holding the angel closer and crooning at Balthazar's sleeping face like he's a child. "Shhhhhh."
The Devil straightens up again, tucks his wings back into himself with a sucking rush of wind, and looks around. All around them, knifing out cruelly into the dark, are the twin ashen imprints of wings.
His brow furrows, and then he's gone.
Balthazar will come to on an enormous, extremely comfortable bed. His limbs will feel heavy, almost too heavy to move, and any attempt at sitting up right away will be met with sharp dizziness. It's alright, though. The bed is so warm, the covers so heavy.