IC!CONTACT POST

[youllsayit]

[Forget the NV. How do you get an angel to answer you?

You pray.

Get on your knees and call to the Devil.

He'll be with you momentarily.]

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[barebacking]

[Yaha realizes that it is but a dream, but he is aware enough that it is. He wonders how long he has been wandering through his sleep before he finally gained enough awareness to be able to manipulate his own dream. Dressed not as a slave, but in the suits he once wore, he flutters about the room that his mind created. A quiet picturesque setting like from magazines.

The elf fluffs a few pillows before finally walking to the middle of the room to kneel. His hands come together into a form of prayer. Closes his eyes.]

Lord Lucifer.

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer appears, with the same faint sound of wings rustling as he would have in the waking world. Except here, his vessel is whole, and he's sitting.]

Yaha.

[barebacking]

Lord Lucifer.

[The elf rises immediately. He is beyond elated to have him here in his dream. His hands clap a few times together -- the sound sounds odd to him when he knows that it is not really happening. Still, Yaha isn't sure how long he will be able to remain aware that this is not a dream, or perhaps, it is.

A slight tilt of his head as he approaches the angel.]

I am so happy that you came to see me. [And he leans down to embrace the other just as he said that he would for his tribute to him.]

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer...does not get hugged. Even by his brothers. His Grace flares a bit, to keep Yaha at bay, but Lucifer slowly stamps it back under control.]

This is a one-time tribute, I assume.

[barebacking]

[His hands hover just before he touches Lucifer, fingers trembling just a little as he does realize that there is a limit to what he allowed to do. He nods carefully, slowly.]

Yes, my lord.

[youllsayit]

[He nods once, permission for Yaha to continue.]

[barebacking]

[His hands clap once. If it is just to be one-time, his fingertips lightly touch one another nervously. He wonders if he can still die in a dream, but still -- taking a step forward he moves so that he may sit upon the angel's lap as his arms go to warp around Lucifer's neck to hug him in a warm embrace as promised.

The end would involve rubbing his face against the angel's. Really, if it is one time, he wishes it to be one that he can remember for always.]

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer tolerates everything up to that; then he leans back, as if he's not quite sure that Yaha isn't trying to strangle him somehow. It makes him look like a cat being held over a full bath.]

[barebacking]

[Even if it is a dream, his skin feels funny embracing Lucifer. Still, he likens it to the feeling of joy that he feels for the angel. Yet when Lucifer leans back, he pulls his hands away. To lean back himself and slid out of his lap, the elf lowers his head just a little as he stands before him once more.]

I am sorry, Lord Lucifer. I went too far in my desire to pay tribute and adore you. But you are my favorite of the angels... and I could not help myself.

[youllsayit]

It's understandable.

[If you're insane. I mean who wants to touch Lucifer, ever? But he smiles and stands.]

Now that you've paid tribute, what do you expect?

[barebacking]

[His head gives the tiniest of tilts as he looks up at Lucifer.]

I only wished to tell you that you were my favorite, and give you tribute. [His eyebrows came together, furrowing in confusion evident in his voice even as he continues to smile.] I need and desire nothing in return, Lord Lucifer.

I just wish for you to know my feelings and accept them.

[2/2]

[barebacking]

Oh ... I suppose that is something in return, though, isn't it?

[And he lightly chews on his index finger.]

[youllsayit]

[He nods, and strokes Yaha's hair.]

Then I do.

[barebacking]

[He smiles brightly in turn.]

You are most kind and benevolent, Lord Lucifer.

[It does take some effort not to lift his own hands up to move Lucifer's hand so that he could rub his face against the inside of his palm.]

Now, even though this is a dream, would you like a drink? I still am aware enough that it is mine and can conjure something for you. It won't be real, but I feel terrible not to be a better host with you here.

[youllsayit]

No, I can do without. I don't drink. [Nothing but demon blood in this boy.]

Will you remember this dream?

[barebacking]

Oh, I see. [His hands come to rest behind his back, holding his wrists. A small nod. Pity.]

I certainly hope so. I shall hold onto it as though it is a precious gem. Truly I will be beyond depressed, even if I do not know why, if I could not know that I had spoken to you and have your acknowledgement on my feelings, Lord Lucifer.