Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
The spicy scent wasn't overpowering, but like everything else in their little oasis, it mingled together - leaves and warm upholstery and chocolate and spiced tea. It was, though the description would seem out of place to most, homey.
"The two of you... Claire says you bring strength to each other. And I haven't known you long enough to agree if that's true or not. But you should remember that you're both very young. And if you keep only to yourselves, you'll stay that way in mind and knowledge." A brief flicker passed over his face, almost annoyance at that particular bit of 'advice' and how pedantic it sounded, even to him. But he pushed on. "It's not always about school." He rolled his eyes at the petulance in Misha's groan. Like father like son. "It doesn't have to be about getting a paper with your name on it. But absorbing things that you don't know, I believe that's where you'll find the most benefit to your issue." His eyebrows arched at the admission that he was the reason that Misha had stopped attending his classes. "I think as your father, I'm supposed to tell you not to skip class." Though his tone was obviously far from a traditional paternal scolding over school. "But what it sounds like you need most is to learn about yourself. Discover what you want to do and who you want to be." A wry, twisty smirk. "And don't say you want to stay home and fuck your Damian all the time. That's fun but not the right answer here." Smirk still on his face, he reached out a hand with a crooking of his fingers, gesturing toward Misha's mug as his face shifted into a question - was a refill wanted?
Misha wasn't the only one that rarely thought of Satan laughing. Or, if people did think about it, it was often to imagine an evil cackle. Not the bright delight that sprung out at the thought of his Father's possible frustration. It was a cliche, but his face did change with the laughter, looking younger and carefree. "I think the balance is in Him having to deal with the same unknowing that He's put us through." Still pleased, his expression could even be described as 'tickled', though he eventually tamped it gently back down. "Destiny... could be something like that. There are beings out there, not quite gods... because Destiny affects everyone." He was thoughtful as he spoke, mind wandering to think of something he often didn't - how all of them fit together with each other, be they people or gods or something else. It took a moment, as long as he wasn't interrupted, and his eyes were still warm when he finally looked back at Misha. "Whatever it is, I'll take it."