Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
Confusion seemed to be going around like a plague, and it frankly was beginning to give Lucifer a migraine. His progeny was a decent chunk of said migraine, though he let out an amused snort when the boy's voice carried to him. "We're hardly cartoon lions, lovely. The dark places are mine too." He slipped between the trunks of the grove's trees as easily as the endearment had slipped between his lips, and expected Misha to follow - or not. He wouldn't drag the boy inside, or force him to speak. But there was enough curiosity there that Lucifer knew Misha was still looking for answers. And at this point, it was likely that the answers would have to come from him. As much as he was able to tell, at least.
Once he was in his chair, feet outstretched with ash dark along pale soles, he smiled. "It looks the same. This is one of my places here." He tipped his head to rest against the chair's back cushion and sighed at the green overhead. "It's the closest to Eden I could create down here. I can't grow the fruit though." He wasn't watching, but he heard when Misha folded himself down onto a cushion, and it didn't surprise him that his son had chosen that instead of one of the chairs. There was a childishness that clung to him, even as the signs of years began to count themselves upon young face.
"It wasn't. But it seems like we have to talk about it anyway." He let out a tired sigh and shifted himself in the chair so that he could look over at Misha. And answered the question with a question: "How often have you seen me publicly use my full name on the forums?"