#thylightbringer

[brokendreamscreation]

seeing double

You don't have to prove you're real, I believe you. - @thylightbringer

Any typical angel might have fled, screamed, backed away or even taken a defensive stance upon being approached by a demon. But not Lucid. No, the blue angel stared wide-eyed and still when the other seemingly appeared from nowhere. One moment he had looked there, empty and turned his gaze away, only moments later to sense that he was being watched. White and blue plumage puffed and ruffled along the arms of his six wings, the hovering white-blue halo humming in an ever slightly higher pitch.

It was now that Lucid could truly understand how closely his own resemblance mirrored that of the fallen archangel, particularly in the face. Apple red cheek marks, the round shaped face, golden blond locks and defined eyebrows. But the eyes themselves easily set them apart: red on yellow sclera vs blue on white. Lucid’s eyes held innocence and curiosity, the other with the presence of one that has lived and seen many things in his lifetime. However even the blue angel was uncertain if the Devil would truly believe who this doppelgänger truly was.

“Oh golly. Wow. Oh man, I-I honestly didn’t think I’d run into you this quickly-” Lucid fidgeted with his hands together, eyes darting away and then back again nervously. “Listen. This-this isn’t a dream okay. I’m real,” he quickly gestured fully to himself, his grin anxious as his words rushed out. “This isn’t a dream! I can prove it-”

“You don't have to prove you're real, I believe you.”

Lucid felt a bit of weight of release from his chest when Lucifer spoke, seemingly believing him. Phew! Perhaps this would go better than he expected after all. “You do? That-that’s great! Fantastic even! I honestly was honestly pretty nervous you might not think so and write me off as an illusion. Which is totally understandable! Illusions are rather my thing.” The blue angel kept rambling, his laughter soft like ringing bells, carding a hand through his messy blond hair. At this rate he was going to continue beating around the bush and rambling about whatever was immediately on his mind than address the very prominent subject in the room: there was Lucifer Morningstar facing a clone that very much should not exist.

[alteregozowie]

Nobody lets him do anything around here.

[radioiaci]

@thylightbringer ⧐ When Alastor next comes into his room, Lucifer is right there in it as soon as the door closes and a ward that prevents any kind of escape or entry into the room snaps into place. Red eyes glow as he stares at Alastor, despite the difference in height, he is certainly looking down at him and his presence is heavy.           “I’m going to tell you to do this once. Dissolve your deal with Michael. If you feel any sort of care or affection for him then you don’t need some ‘honesty deal’ when he wouldn’t lie to you in the first place,” The King of Hell states calmly as his eyes narrow towards the Sinner before him. “If you don’t. I will kill you to break it. My twin may be angry with me for a time but he will, eventually, get over it and I’m fine with weathering that.” UNPROMPTED ASKS.

He should have seen this coming at some point. But events happening the way that they have mean that he is already weary by the time he steps over the threshold into the room. When he is met with Lucifer - with a clear gaze the spells something akin to murderous, Alastor goes stone-faced. Defensive as he narrows his eyes in turn, stepping carefully further into the room as he works to keep from turning his back on the other.

"My deal...?"

Confusion, but only briefly. In truth, Alastor has not even thought of the deal in some time. Has all but entirely forgotten that it exists, his own gaze shifting away to recall before he takes in the threat of outright death and tosses a sneer to the other in turn.

"You would kill me before even bothering to hear the details of it?"

[spidersins]

it had been almost two weeks.

two weeks of late nights, skipped breakfasts, and taking the longest possible routes through the hotel just to avoid one person. not that it was entirely difficult—the studio had been keeping him busy enough that he'd barely had a chance to go to any of charlie's redemption activities. it was lucky most were practising ones he'd already sat through for the potential new guests, or he'd have been avoiding the other, more aggressive angel in the hotel.

and he's been doing just fine. great, even. perfectly fine, if you count staring too long at empty doorways and having a panic attack in front of a mirror.

and of course, husk had noticed. he'd watched as angel had all but ducked behind the couch in a feigned excuse to search for the phone he knew was nestled safely in his chest fluff. the bored, all seeing motherfucker had teased him about being sweet on the king of hell, a suggestion that had gotten more than one middle finger flung his way.

fuck, he'd rather that. a crush would’ve been easy. a crush he could handle. flirt, fuck and forget. but this? this knot of nerves and heat and something unnameable? this quiet, nagging voice that kept whispering he meant it every time he tried to forget that conversation?

he didn’t know what to do with that.

and now, somehow, his feet have carried him here.

to the end of the long, quiet hallway outside lucifer’s quarters.

the air feels heavy here, warmer, like the walls remember the kings presence. angel’s palms are sweaty, throat dry as he stares at the ornate door for a long time, debating whether to turn back, to pretend he never came this far. but something in him, something small and stupid and desperate, won’t let him walk away again.

he lifts a trembling hand, a soft knock following another, before softer he finds the man's name whispered from his lips.

❛ ...lucifer? ❜

@thylightbringer

[voicesunified]

Commissioned lovingly from @alteregozowie!

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[destiniesxdefied]

@thylightbringer gave a ❤ for some love!!

"I always imagined the image for a King to be a bit more regal. This, what's with the whole circus aesthetic?" His claws motioned up and then down at the smaller male, casually dawning a small smirk. "The tail coat can stay, and the touches of gold are a nice accent to go with your complexion."

[alteregozowie]

That's for the banner, Lucifer.

[alteregozowie]

They heard congrats are in order so

CONGRATS ON RAILING AN ANGEL OR BEING RAILED BY AN ARCHANGEL. EVERYONE LISTEN ALASTOR HAD SEX!!!!!!

Kills them immediately and swiftly.

"CONGRATS YOU'RE DEAD."