He finally wanders fully into the room and thumps down on his bed, rubbing a hand over his face. The spelled logs have significantly improved his life, a comfort even now.
Is he really about to do this?
"I can't tell you that," he says, more to his hand than Istredd. He can't trust the warding that far. His hand slides away and he leans back and meets, and holds, Istredd's gaze. "But."
This might be a very bad idea. Whatever minds Istredd is used to actually dipping into, they still aren't the minds of an archangel.
But, he slightly reaches up and taps a hand to the side of his head in indication, continuing to maintain that eye contact. Lucifer knows exactly what he's offering.
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Date: 2022-12-02 10:08 pm (UTC)Is he really about to do this?
"I can't tell you that," he says, more to his hand than Istredd. He can't trust the warding that far. His hand slides away and he leans back and meets, and holds, Istredd's gaze. "But."
This might be a very bad idea. Whatever minds Istredd is used to actually dipping into, they still aren't the minds of an archangel.
But, he slightly reaches up and taps a hand to the side of his head in indication, continuing to maintain that eye contact. Lucifer knows exactly what he's offering.