[Lucifer is preparing a speech in his head, to point out the uselessness of Michael making threats like that- how nothing will work out for him, and what reward have you received for your justness lately, Michael?
It angers him that Michael can show such devotion to a Father who has abandoned them, and who would have done what he did to Lucifer in the first place. Their Father did not deserve that loyalty.
But when he opens his mouth to object, to use his words to paint the world in a certain way (as he was best at), the words do not come. Instead, in a wavering voice he sings.]
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top. I climbed the tree to see the world, When the gusts came around to blow me down I Held on as tightly as you held onto me Held on as tightly as you held onto me-
And I built a home, for you, for me--
Until it disappeared, from me from you--
[He closes his mouth with a snap, staring at Michael. This is the fist time Wonderland has taken control of his will in such a way, and he does not like it. Even more does he dislike the contents of the song. His feelings for Michael are his own, whatever they are. His Father had taught him that affection was not permanent, and Michael had reinforced that when he had cast him down, then Caged him. Lucifer was no fool.
And deep down, barely concealed, Lucifer burns with shame anger that Michael should have to hear his vessel's voice; imperfect and wavering as all human voices are. His true voice had been so much more beautiful, once.]
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It angers him that Michael can show such devotion to a Father who has abandoned them, and who would have done what he did to Lucifer in the first place. Their Father did not deserve that loyalty.
But when he opens his mouth to object, to use his words to paint the world in a certain way (as he was best at), the words do not come. Instead, in a wavering voice he sings.]
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top.
I climbed the tree to see the world,
When the gusts came around to blow me down I
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me-
And I built a home, for you, for me--
Until it disappeared,
from me
from you--
[He closes his mouth with a snap, staring at Michael. This is the fist time Wonderland has taken control of his will in such a way, and he does not like it. Even more does he dislike the contents of the song. His feelings for Michael are his own, whatever they are. His Father had taught him that affection was not permanent, and Michael had reinforced that when he had cast him down, then Caged him. Lucifer was no fool.
And deep down, barely concealed, Lucifer burns with
shameanger that Michael should have to hear his vessel's voice; imperfect and wavering as all human voices are. His true voice had been so much more beautiful, once.]