it hadn’t been long. a part of him, he found, wanted to run. run, and avoid, and if he could jump to another universe right now… he would. yet, found he couldn’t. ever since jumping through that door, found his powers worked… differently. like stepping into wonderland, and nothing quite made sense, anymore. even his wings ——– which was the major problem, right now. could… feel them. in a way he never had before, sprouted out from his back, large and heavy ( were they always so heavy? ) and, apparently, causing a mess, if the sound of smashed glass and the several hard thuds that followed was anything to go by. okay. breathe. breathe. don’t ——– don’t move! slowly, gingerly, a hand lifted over his shoulder, attempted to feel, maybe… push down? was that how this worked? waist twisted, as he squirmed ( another smash! ), and before long, found he had no choice. he really, really had no choice. “ … LUCIFER! ”
𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 –– a tumultuous symphony reaching crescendo with shouted namesake , heard even through the booming bass of lux . he comes when summoned ; stairs ascended [ lift neglected for time’s sake ] in mere moments , anticipation heady & expectant . whatever he’d been expecting , it wasn’t wings . ❝ BLOODY HELL –– ❞ damage assessed : first to his things , scattered shards & displaced decor , then to the boy himself . ❝ –– what on earth are you trying to accomplish with those things out ? ❞ inquiry comes on the bough of exasperation , the salvageable bits & pieces precariously tucked into arms to be set aside , away from any immediate danger posed . realization’s but a word away , too caught up in the havoc to take notice . quick tongue resumes assumption instead , laced in wit , ❝ if you were wanting a stretch , you might’ve taken advantage of the terrace outside . 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 , less things to knock over . . . ❞
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