Who: Lucifer Morningstar & Samandriel What: Gotta get through this When: Jan 26th Where: Their place Rating: Low Status: Complete
Samandriel had seen the change immediately when Lucifer work up early that morning. He’d been all prepared to listen and be the kind of comfort that his partner had been for him when he dreamed. Perhaps in retrospect, he should have expected exactly what Lucifer actually did. There’d been a dark look from his angel, something determined when he looked at Samandriel and went “I’m finishing this,” the implication hanging heavy in the air. So with two fingers to Lucifer’s forehead, Samandriel knocked him out.
He was curled up on the sofa downstairs reading a book when Lucifer came down again. There was not a single part of Samandriel that couldn’t sit up and pay attention to his partner. The archangel was glorious with his large white wings and eyes as golden as his grace. He’d been right to guess that this Lucifer would end up far more powerful than the one in his own dreams, but this was so very far beyond his expectations. The archangel before him could have very well rivaled their Father if not stood as His equal.
The book was left forgotten on the couch as Samandriel kneeled immediately, head bowed. There would be no hiding his wings from Lucifer’s vision any longer, no hiding the scars and still healing wounds on his own Grace that Crowley had given to him in the dreams and the other Lucifer had forced on him here. He was bare. Samandriel loved every second of it.
Lucifer had always been willful and determined -- it only made sense that he'd forced himself to do in one night what many others took months and months to accomplish. Billions upon billions of years dreamt in one night, and he even woke up feeling refreshed. There was something to be said of that, considering he'd gone through an entire character arc in something like twelve hours of sleep.
Then again, it could have had to do with all the new energy that was humming around him. Everything was visible now. Obvious. Natural. There was no learning curve -- everything just was. As it should be.
Samandriel was beautiful. A little scratched and broken, but only in the places hidden to most. He was reminded of broken china fixed by an expert (the cracks visible to only an expert). "Samandriel," he greeted, settling his palm on the younger angel's head, petting his fingers through his hair. "Billions of years. And you were never there. Not even a different version. It was very disappointing."
And that, really, was all he had to say on the matter.
There was something in Lucifer’s touch that felt far more like a blessing than it did before. The young angel’s wings stretched as he gasped feeling the power from the other man so close. There was no way this was anything but completely arousing.
“Then I’m more than glad to be yours here.” He lifted his head and looked up at Lucifer. “You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He’d said it after he’d first dreamt of Heaven. It was no less true now. The music they would play together might topple empires.
Anything they might do could topple empires, if that was anything at all Lucifer was interested in. He wasn't, still. Had not been yesterday, and only felt slightly less attached today, if he had to measure.
"And always," Lucifer said, resolute and firm. Because he understood always now. Time was really only half of it - something that could easily go forward or back or nowhere at all. He could create it from strands of other things and no one would know different. Always was exactly that. Because he said so.
He smiled though, offered for Samandriel to rise, because as lovely as the little angel was at his feet, he was more meant at his side. "That's flattering," he said, and was flattered. Because Samandriel didn't lie. Never had to. "You are too, you know. Even with the breaks. I could fix that." It would be easy.
There wasn’t ever a need for Samandriel to lie, even when he was gently guiding people to do exactly what he wanted them to. The truth was always, always more effective. He stood, and didn’t even think to ask before he touched Lucifer. Why would he have to? Nothing had changed between them. There was something in that offer though, that appealed to him, the lingering idea of Lucifer leaving threads of himself in rebuilding him properly the same way that Castiel had left part of him in Dean. Like everything was going to come into exactly what it was meant to be.
He rose up to kiss Lucifer slowly, one hand on his cheek as the feathers of their wings brushed together. “Please,” he whispered. He wanted to be whole again, for his wounds to be completely healed. He added even softer, “I don’t want his touch on me anymore.” He hadn’t wanted it in the first place.
"It won't be anymore," Lucifer murmured, taking another kiss - no more or less possessive than it ever was, despite his words. He could still feel traces of that other version of Lucifer's powers in the house, and it was simple to move his hand in an almost bored gesture and wipe it all away like a clean slate.
He was not nearly so careless with Samandriel. There was nothing nonchalant about the way he laid his fingers on his angel's forehead and repaired the cracks better than any expert could have possibly. There was nothing expertly hidden here, just gone.
There was so much in that touch that Samandriel couldn’t even begin to describe it. He still remembered what happened, of course, but any power that other devil held over him to make him still able to feel it when he moved the wrong way was gone. The same was true for all the rest of the damage done to him both in this life and the other. Samandriel never thought he’d feel whole like this again, but there was Lucifer providing for him as always.
It never mattered how many other people Samandriel took to bed, or however many of those he loved. None of them would ever compare to this man. He opened his eyes and looked up at Lucifer, now truly feeling like he was worthy of his place at his archangel’s side. When he kissed Lucifer again, it was with the confidence of someone who really believed he belonged there.
"Better?" Lucifer asked, pulling away only slightly once he'd had his fill of kissing for the moment (although, laughably, neither really needed breath anymore and could conceivably continue kissing for ridiculous periods of time with no negative effects). He didn't really need to ask, but wanted to hear it anyway.
“Whole,” Samandriel said, a more honest answer than ‘yes’ ever could have been. He nudged his nose affectionately against Lucifer’s. He wasn’t too willing to stray very far from the other angel yet, but there were things he wanted to tend to at least to help work out some of that nervous, excited energy that Lucifer seemed to be above for the time being. He was pretty sure that was going to settle soon enough and they’d both be closer to what their equilibrium should be.
"Good," Lucifer said and quite meant it. It was easy to feel light about it all, just pleased, despite the gravity that had been his dreams. It didn't matter, not really. That was there and this was here and he wasn't willing to make anything more of it than that.
He sniffed a little, considered the both of them before tugging Samandriel toward the kitchen for tea. "Do we both have off today?"
Being tugged like that was lovely, light in a way they hadn’t been able to be for too long. Samandriel didn’t realize how much he’d missed it until he had it again. Smiling, he twisted until he was properly in Lucifer’s arms, beaming up at him as he backed up effortlessly into the kitchen with his archangel. “I believe so, yes. You’ve never scheduled me for Sundays.”
"That's because it's a school night," Lucifer murmured, dropping another kiss onto Samandriel's lips and then his nose before only sort of reaching around him to reach for the tea pot. It would be easy to just snap his fingers and get this done, he knew. But there was something about the process that he wasn't willing to give up.
"Maybe we should go somewhere."
Samandriel drank in all the kisses he could get, caring not at all that there was tea being made or there might be food or anything else in the world. Lucifer was the exact centerpoint his universe revolved around. There was nothing brighter or more important, nothing that could make him happier or destroy him more completely. His Lucifer. The one he deserved instead of the one he got in his dreams. The enlarged photo above the mantle might’ve been of him and that archangel, but the joy in it was far more representative of his life with this one. “Where would you like to go?” He ran his fingers over those great white wings, finding them impossibly soft and so very warm, like his partner was made out of embers or had been lying comfortably in the sun for hours.
Those wings flexed in response, and while his kitchen wasn't anywhere near small, the span of them certainly took up all the space. The plain white wasn't very surprising, even if he was sure Samandriel's own set were far more interesting to look at. "Anywhere. It doesn't matter, does it?" Infinite with patience or otherwise, it wasn't really surprising that he might want to use his newly gained wings.
There was something immensely comforting in the way Lucifer's wings responded to his touch. Samandriel wanted to wrap himself up in them like a small child with the fuzziest of all blankets. Theirs was a peace and a joy that had definitely been earned. "I picked where we went when I first got my wings. You should pick now." Not that he'd argue sex on a Hawaiian beach again, but he was sure Lucifer was in the mood for something else and the weather there didn't seem like it was wanting to do anyone any favors lately. He slipped out of the way so Lucifer could finish making his tea.
"I hear there are some wonderful waterfalls in Thailand," Lucifer murmured, cheating just a little by warming his water immediately, and then adding his tea to steep. He wasn't in the mood for something so completely different really, although he could be just as content to sit with Samandriel in their well earned peace.
"Then Thailand it is," Samandriel said, sitting on the counter no matter how much it still occasionally annoyed Lucifer for him to do so. Whatever question about their forever not truly being that, that something might happen to Lucifer before he dreamed and it would all be for naught was gone. They would be each others. Always. There was nothing more perfect or wonderful in the young angel's mind than just that.