dissemble: ((go figure))
the Morningstar ([personal profile] dissemble) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2014-10-16 04:14 pm (UTC)

/o/

[Lucifer finds his hands are clenched at his side and forces them to relax- he refuses to consider that this conversation has him so tense that his vessel is being physically affected. Lucifer is in control of himself, as he always is.

He considers simply leaving. It would take a thought, and he could spare Michael the drudgery of parroting their Father's orders at him once more. How many times will his brother use that excuse in the cage, while they pass eternity trapped in that hole? Ten thousand times? Ten million?

Or will Father pluck Michael out, and reward his faithful sonship? Even as Michael opens his mouth to reply, Lucifer is certain that will never happ-

It takes a moment to register the words his brother sings. Even when he does understand them, it takes a moment more before the shock sets in. He cannot be hearing what Michael is singing.

And in spite of his surprise, and despite his horror at having Michael hear again the voice of his vessel raised in imperfect song, when Michael stops Lucifer answers-]


The sun to my moon
And the stars in my sky
The hot to my cold
And the black to my white
The rain to my thunderclouds
And the truth in my lies

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