Wonder World

Sick

He couldn't remember the amount of time they laid in bed, talking about these seemingly trivial things, wrapped in a blanket of serenity...

Lucifer blinked slowly and struggled to sit up, groaning in discomfort but still doing it because he didn't want to lay down, reminiscing about these moments anymore. It was oddly haunting to do that because it seemed like his heart was burning with memories.

It wasn't like they had broken up or something, Hades was just busy and thus hadn't been able to see him.

So what if it's been three whole days since they had any contact.

It didn't mean anything.

Don't be a dramatic sentimental nutbag.

Lucifer chided himself with an adorable frown and tried to reach for his phone, kept on the bedside table, hoping to call one of his children or Jo.

Maybe that will help with the headache.

He tried to reach forward but the phone somehow seemed a million years away, and his hand felt so heavy that he couldn't reach it, especially with the way black spots were dancing in his vision. He tried again and when all he managed to do was drop his phone on the floor, he snapped and covered his face with his hands, growling in frustration.

He was tired and angry and frustrated and sad and most definitely sick, which intensified his anger. He had a shit day today and it only seemed to worsen now, with his visceral headache and broken phone.

As he was busy being swarmed with a sea of bustling thoughts in his head, he didnt feel the rift in the air, which suddenly pulsed with power.

He certainly didn't notice a certain someone with glowing blue eyes, whose eyes found the angel as soon as he got there, trained solely on him and only him.

He most certainly did not feel it when the certain someone walked towards him quietly, a frown lacing his features and worry filling his eyes.

No, Lucifer didn't feel or sense anything, not until he felt someone's weight on him, sitting on his lap slowly. Normally, His instincts would have kicked in, resulting in him kicking the person off of him but he knew who it was. His hand was still covering his face and hence he couldn't really see the person but he knew.

He knew it from the familiar scent, that was almost like a drug to him now, providing him with a delirious high. He knew it from the feel of that body on his own. He knew from the way he breathed.

Lucifer knew and he felt his body relax instantly, melting against the one who now sat on his lap, holding him in place with their hands, going around the angel's neck.

A gentle and protective embrace and Lucifer lost it.

He removed his hands from his face and rushed to put them around the latter's waist, holding on, pulling the person closer to himself hurriedly, closing all the distance between them, until it was physically impossible for them to get any closer.

He held on tightly, and nuzzled his face into the latter's neck, breathing in deeply, bathing himself in the one scent he didn't want to lose ever, the one he was deprived of since the last few days. Lucifer felt a hand running through his hair gently as he nuzzled deeper, and his eyes blurred instantly.

All the exhaustion from the day had suddenly left his body, his mind, now at peace and his heartbeat slowing down gradually, a rainfall of calm washing over the angel, as tears escaped his eyes.

The hand stopped, as he cried into the person's neck, the god's body stilling entirely, before tightening their hold on the angel and rubbing his back now.