There absolutely was nothing quite like the sensation of preternaturally soft feathers across naked, slightly damp flesh. Stretched out on his stomach, Wilson made a long, low noise of sleepy contentment, his head pillowed on folded arms as he watched Lucifer out of half hooded eyes.
It was tempting to zonk right out, the Advesary's relaxed posture resonating with the mortal and Wilson was in no rush to break the mood between them with chatter. However, after almost falling asleep twice, he shifted a little -more under the wing- and reached out to lightly stroke his fingertips along the Lightbringer's arm.
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Yeah, he'd get to the question on the tip of his tongue in a moment, for the moment ... petting.
Cracking open an eye just enough to watch Wilson's movements, Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He was being pet, wasn't he?
It was more amusing than anything, something that was heavily influenced by his pleasant mood. After a moment of watching, he closed his eye again and let the mortal do as he pleased.
Since the petting seemed tolerated, Wilson risked another little shift until he could lean his head against Lucifer's arm, his touch shifting to a very gentle stroking of the broad wing he currently took shelter beneath.
"Before I fall asleep," he whispered so softly his voice barely sounded in the quiet room. "Raphale was wondering, as was I, if you would be interested in a quiet dinner one night soon."
As it was Lucifer's way to give Wilson the freedom to come close or move back at his will, so was this offer one to futher open themselves and the connection between them all, for Lucifer to step in to and draw away from, as he so chose.
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It was tempting to zonk right out, the Advesary's relaxed posture resonating with the mortal and Wilson was in no rush to break the mood between them with chatter. However, after almost falling asleep twice, he shifted a little -more under the wing- and reached out to lightly stroke his fingertips along the Lightbringer's arm.
....
Yeah, he'd get to the question on the tip of his tongue in a moment, for the moment ... petting.
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It was more amusing than anything, something that was heavily influenced by his pleasant mood. After a moment of watching, he closed his eye again and let the mortal do as he pleased.
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"Before I fall asleep," he whispered so softly his voice barely sounded in the quiet room. "Raphale was wondering, as was I, if you would be interested in a quiet dinner one night soon."
As it was Lucifer's way to give Wilson the freedom to come close or move back at his will, so was this offer one to futher open themselves and the connection between them all, for Lucifer to step in to and draw away from, as he so chose.
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