"You don't have to prove anything, I know they exist." Souls, he means, in a general sense. They just don't exist in terms that Lucifer is using now in his sphere. Probably there are people who think souls are powerful, but to this specificity, it is something new. Istredd's never given it this type of thought, but he also isn't from a sphere where it is this big of a subject.
Castiel using fifty-thousand souls to kill an archangel is a surprising bit of information, and it does give some semblance of scope in power levels.
Istredd reaches out to touch Lucifer's cheek and gently try to turn his head to face him, caressing his cheekbone. "Is that why you're afraid you'll lose all of this when you get your grace back? Because you're only like this since you're lacking?" It is a tough position to be in, to want him to get his power back so he can be happy, even if it comes with a potential personal loss.
"I don't disagree with you about humans in a general sense. My sphere is cruel and violent too." He traces the curve of Lucifer's jaw. "But I am human, Lucifer. I may be your crying ape, but I still am one."
Ah, how he'd love to dance around such a question, but the sudden damn eye contact and the very direct question makes it extremely hard to say anything but the truth, "Yes." Because that is the trade off, as far as he knows. All his power back, all his newly-learned emotions gone.
"You're just one of the ones that don't suck," he says. He continues, now treading very carefully, voice soft, knowing he's entering risky territory, "But you--your organization? Your Brotherhood? Who kidnap children, regardless of it being for 'their protection', and rob them of a life, make them fear for death or transformation, that only are useful as a power source if they fail? That 'whole'? Is terrible. There may be a handful, like you, that shouldn't be," mmm, he won't say hated, he doesn't know enough to make that allegory, "ah, that don't suck, but the entire scope?" He tilts his head. Istredd did say his own sphere was violent and cruel. "That's my feelings on humanity."
It's tragic and just like them, to probably only get one or the other, Lucifer in all his power but lost to them, or Lucifer damaged but loving. Istredd asked the direct question because he knew the answer already but it had to be said. "I guess just enjoy it while we can, then, right?" If they get a few decades before it ends, it's better than none.
He is already feeling slightly vulnerable because of that, but there is a flicker of warning in his eyes when Lucifer brings up the Brotherhood. His hand drops away. There is no easy way to feel about it. "That's just ... how it has to be. It's necessary." Something twists in his stomach. "I know that sounds like I'm defending them but I am one of the rebellious ones. I push back." And yet he comes back when they call. Like all of his class, and the classes before him. The biggest rebellion he can accomplish is arguing, not actually escaping.
This is a testy subject because childhood brainwashing through fear and control, not always easy to shake. And he knows that, logically, but again, emotions. Difficult. "It's best to not dwell, that's all. What happened, happened." Obviously a thing he's told himself before in order to move on and focus on his life.
So much Lucifer can be a hissing cat when touched wrong that he's likely risking similar when he clicks his tongue and turns in his spot of the floor to face Istredd, folding his legs before reaching out both hands to clasp hands on Istredd's shoulders. They're both so great at running away and putting distance and then itching at each other's boundaries.
"'It's necessary.' Do you know how many times those words have been used... for so many things? My Father testing his subjects in a petty fight against lesser gods. My Father flooding the planet in an act of divine retribution. It's necessary." His tone is still carefully soft but there is an underlying, almost desperate, knowing edge of 'I know you're not this stupid.'
"It sounds like you're defending them because you are. Like I defend my family, Istredd. That's what you sound like. Because you have to. Because it's where you came from." They are not talking about Lucifer and humanity anymore. "Because they made you--but it does not make how they went about things just. It does not mean they shouldn't have changed. How much is your world violent and cruel because every aspect of it has sunk into its ways out of necessity, to push back at each other institutions?"
It is telling that Istredd tenses instead of leans into the touches for once, although he does manage to force himself to relax. By a tiny bit. It's more a sense of general discomfort since this is not a topic they talk about. Once you become a mage, the past is over with, and you focus on the rest of your life. No one wants to address what they went through because it is understood to be cruel but necessary.
Istredd isn't stupid but he also has always played along with that song and dance, and while he's always been vocally critical of the Brotherhood, just as Yennefer is, he's still one of them. "Of course it's not just. I haven't even told you everything that happens." He takes a deep breath in and out and reaches up to rest his hand on top of Lucifer's on his shoulders.
"Listen, Lucifer. I never had family, I was never loved, I was raised in fear, ambition, and isolation. And even if I wanted to have a family now, I can't. That is terrible, I agree, but the truth is, I am one of the lucky ones." Because he lived, he's not an eel, he didn't die from Chaos or in the most recent battle the mages were forced into, where Yennefer almost died. He's spent a fairly peaceful life as a scholar, he's very lucky. "So I don't dwell on the unfairness of the past."
In that way, he is letting the Brotherhood off the hook, but it's also how he moves forward. "There are terrible people in the Brotherhood, but some of them are just me in a few hundred years. We all came from the same place." Istredd wants to think he's different but is he? It's not as if he's pushed for reform or tried to save the young mages there now. He ran away and stayed there as long as he could.
'I haven't even told you everything that happens.'
Lucifer would facepalm if his hands weren't on Istredd's shoulders.
"Look, I'm not saying badmouth them like I do humanity," he says. "But don't apologize for the things they've done--I know I'm just at fault for that."
He says it only because he could see Istredd putting it out there and he's just pointing it out before Istredd can. He'll defend his Father in the same breath as talking against him. He'll talk against him but the moment someone else says similar his ingrained reactions rise back up. So he gets it, he does, and that's why he's even trying to tell Istredd to not make up apologies for them.
"Don't put it under a simple 'it's necessary' banner like you can actually stomach it."
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"It's difficult when the people you hate are also the people you love, isn't it?" Istredd knows that Lucifer struggles with the same thing with his father and brothers. Hate and fury and betrayal at them, but the desire to be loved by them too. "Not that I would say I love any of them, but I care." Maybe he would say he loved Stregobor once. Enough to betray Yennefer and be his heir of a sort, although some of that was survival tactics too. It took him longer than it should for him to turn against the man.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do here, Lucifer, and you are right, there is no excuse for the way the Brotherhood functions. We're trapped in the cycle, even if I wanted to change the system and help the younger mages, I wouldn't be allowed to. I'm not sure I'd survive the attempt." It is hard to say since people really do not bother. But to attempt any altering of their lifeforce, the only remaining children they can mold into mages, it could be dangerous.
He smiles faintly at him, moving his hand to Lucifer's cheek again. "I like that you care." They both know at this point that Istredd's had very little of that.
The touch at least means he's survived the sensitive issue unscathed. It doesn't help that if he's brought it up before it was typically aimed to leave a mark.
That wasn't his goal this time.
"Someone's got to talk to you about the issues you try to shove in a closet with all your skeletons and try to avoid," he says easily, grinning slightly, "who better than me?"
Istredd can tell the difference between bringing it up out of care and bringing it up out of snark or spite. He laughs at the comment because they are now both more aware of how this two-way street has been leaning in one direction too much. Istredd is responsible for letting Lucifer be there for him too.
"How dare you use my own tactics and good intentions against me."
Istredd is actually worse about bottling things up than Lucifer because he is very subtle and withdrawn about it, easy to hide behind logic and quiet emotional distance. It's difficult to open up. But he does want to, as much as it makes him squirm.
He leans in to steal a kiss from him because he can. "I keep telling you, it's annoying how good at this you are." Teasing of course, he loves it.
"If I'm using your own tactics, should you not too get credit?"
After all, Lucifer knows shit about relationships. Hell, Lucifer knows shit about friendships. He's just making a tower from the building blocks around him, who all equally have their own faults.
"No." He moves onto his knees to face Lucifer and runs his hand up shirt, hanging them over his shoulders in a semi-embrace. Affectionate and comfortable. "You get the credit for your work." Lucifer did this himself. He may have learned from experiencing, but it's still his choice. And Istredd will always give him the credit.
"Sometimes I just really ...." Istredd smiles and leans his forehead against Lucifer's. "Love you." It could come with a dozen demons threatening his life every day and it wouldn't matter to him. It's not like he has to say it, Lucifer can feel it radiate out of him daily. "I know, I'm obnoxiously sentimental."
"Extremely obnoxiously," he agrees, weakly, because he's said it before that Istredd's going to kill him with kindness one of these days. That it feels like an overwhelming likely scenario instead of just a joke.
But it's also more like a few hundred demons wondering what the hell this one mage did to their father/creator, if there's ever a bleed between worlds, anyway. He's made up more bogus theories than that before.
"Alright, alright, I won't be modest, I'm amazing."
Istredd's love and romanticism can be intense, something only Lucifer and Yennefer really understand, but he probably needs to be this way to pull them clawing down into a relationship. And joy has been found because of it. He said he was going to enjoy this while they still had it, before Lucifer lost all of it becoming an archangel again.
He pulls his head back to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you say you had Dertsi eat him?"
Circling back to the start, since the terror and concern over Dean is now long past.
"Oh, yeah. I doubt she actually killed him or if he dropped out of the Horizon on his own, I left before I could have any real confirmation because I didn't want to deal if he came back. She seemed pleased regardless."
It's an intentional reprieve. He doesn't shift topics like that without purpose. He understands Lucifer needs breaks in between adoration. Not easy to stomach it all at once.
"Well, I did ask you to stop killing people, but this one was deserved." He meant more people like Geralt or Kyle, demon Dean would have it killing. Istredd doesn't know what to think or feel about whether or not Dean survives this. For Castiel who loves him, he probably would lean that way, but he doesn't like anyone who wants to hurt Lucifer sticking around. It's not their choice.
"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me that you didn't think to, like what Dean looks like?"
Istredd is a lot and it's progress that Lucifer doesn't withdraw physically from him and put space, comfortable with limbs and touches, but man. Maaaaaaaaaan. Such casual mentions of affection are a weapon themselves, though unintentionally used that way, and they hit hard.
"Ohhhhh yeah, you did ask me that," he says, as though it has slipped his mind.
But also he'll kill Dean as much as he feels like, thank you, not sorry.
"Uhhhh... no?" He tilts his head, thinking. He hums, pulling one of Istredd's arms off him and around to him and turning his hand so that it's palm up. He holds it steady between them with one hand before he begins very faintly, with the tip of a nail from his other hand, tracing a symbol--the simpler of two versions. In their minds he's filling in the lines on Istredd's hand of the actual devil's trap.
Hope you're not ticklish, Istredd.
"A devil's trap," he explains. "Usually painted or etched large enough on a floor, or ceiling. A demon steps on or under and they're trapped, though I don't imagine it'll hold him for long. I have one beneath the trickle of water at the entrance of my cave in the Horizon, and one under a rug in your private study in your domain." Which has actually been there for awhile but he never considered it maybe being necessary it was just born out of paranoia!!!
The only reason Istredd is confident enough to touch him as much as he does now is from experience and Lucifer giving him inch by inch. It also helps that it's Lucifer who likes to splay all his limbs on top of Istredd every night at bed, so covered in him at times he can't always tell which person's leg it is. It's nice but an adjustment for him too.
He and Yenenfer never got to spend their nights together, their relationship was always in stolen moments. The day to day reality of living with the person you're in a relationship with is a step them jumped straight past.
Istredd lets him move his arm as he wants and moves his palm up, watching what he's doing. He knows many signs and sigils himself, it's actually interesting to see some aspects of magic continue through the spheres. He memorizes it easily since the concept is familiar to him. "Lucifer, no one can get trapped in the Horizon unless they want to."
So it is paranoia but it is also pointlessly so. Istredd more than many understands who fluid the psychic plane is. It would be very difficult to hurt him in the Horizon, ever. "But we could make one for the room." Their room is already heavily warded so why not. Istredd contemplates. "I would say you could sneak them other places in Thorne, but they'd notice."
"Until it's actually proven I think a test of willpowers, plus the constrained knowledge knowing the mechanics of a world could outweigh the mechanics of this place," he says. Dean doesn't want to be caught but somewhere in Dean's brain he knows he should be caught, if even to trip him up. "Put enough mental strength into what should work and you might win out, at least against a lesser psionicist."
Paranoia, but they still don't know all the workings of the Horizon, and they likely never will.
"Also given that it is possible to be trapped in the Horizon for a period of time against our will... something had enough willpower to do that to you," he argues. The Heralds, maybe. The Heralds affect on Abraxas, and the Singularity, and the link the Summoned hold to the Singularity. Or something else entirely.
"I'd rather not trap him in here. But yes, Thorne would definitely take notice and not be particularly happy."
"That was done by a divine herald, I'm not more powerful than one of those." Istredd did get trapped very neatly in that extremely frustrating maze. He still has no idea what any of that meant.
"If the gods have been around here for thousands of years at least, that means they've had that long to get close to the Singularity." Or they're made of the Singularity. Or they are the Singularity. These are questions they are still no closer to answering, unfortunately, but Istredd thinks they're probably all mixed together.
"Anyway." That'll just take them down theory road. "Put them anywhere you want, Lucifer." Istredd raises an eyebrow at him. "Should I put one on me? Trap myself a devil?" Blatant flirting.
"And I'm a divine archangel against Demon Dean Winchester, ergo my argument is still potentially correct, regardless of differing power levels," he sings, poking Istredd rudely in the middle of his palm before finally dropping his hand. He quirks his brows, continuing in the same tone, "And I amstronger than Dean mentally, any day."
But it's not like the demon is going to stay put nor cooperate in any such experimentation, so.
"Cute, but it doesn't actually work on me." Nor would it be able to function that way, but that's... the logistics aren't the point. "Don't ask me the origin of its name, it does sound better than 'demon's trap' but it is very misleading."
"Oh yes, you are so very divine, great archangel." Istredd takes his hand back and uses it to playfully ruffle Lucifer's hair. He isn't being disrespectful, it's just funny to him when the reality sets in that again, he is but a (powerful) human mage compared to his primordial supernatural partner.
He knows it wouldn't function that way, flirting doesn't have to make sense. "Maybe I should be called the devil's trap then." Considering he has neatly managed to get Lucifer wrapped around his finger, for better or for worse.
"Wow, I think I've fed your ego too much, didn't we say something about how we weren't supposed to do that?" he asks this as he bends up out of his crossed-legged position with more sinewy grace than should be allowed. He does reach a hand down to Istredd.
"I guess that would make me your thirst trap."
Lucifer spent too long on social media while he wore Vince. And had an assistant that kept him in the loop with all the newfangled slang.
"I'm new to having one, I still need time to balance it to a healthy level." It is only partly true, Istredd has a reasonable ego when it comes to learning and magic, his areas of expertise and interest, he works hard at those. The personal level he's starting to get better at, thanks to the archangel in question.
He takes Lucifer's hand and pulls himself up, his expression quizzical. "Lucifer, you know there are terms you have to explain." It's the thirst that is confusing him, but it is an accurate term. He has been embarrassingly thirsty for a long time, only revealed in recent times.
"Nope! It would fill me with so many warm fuzzies if you asked someone else what it meant," he says, grinning maniacally. He rubs at his chin, giving it some extra, serious thought, "I don't think it'd be embarrassing." Because he's not looking for Istredd to be laughed at, but he's still not feeding Istredd the answer.
"I don't trust you, you're setting me up." Istredd probably will ask someone. It would have to be someone who is from a world adjacent to Lucifer's. That crosses out Kell and probably Kyle. Natasha seems like the obvious choice. She'd understand all of these terms.
"Library. I have exhausted every avenue for High Magic details. They are officially useless." It's simply impossible here. Istredd knows they both have been in contact with Michael and Wanda in Solvunn, the only people who can actually get close to those answers. But he couldn't help but make absolute certain there was nothing to be done on their end.
He smooths over Lucifer's shirt, often wrinkling it when he gets a hold. "Are you satisfied that I'm not in any danger?"
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Castiel using fifty-thousand souls to kill an archangel is a surprising bit of information, and it does give some semblance of scope in power levels.
Istredd reaches out to touch Lucifer's cheek and gently try to turn his head to face him, caressing his cheekbone. "Is that why you're afraid you'll lose all of this when you get your grace back? Because you're only like this since you're lacking?" It is a tough position to be in, to want him to get his power back so he can be happy, even if it comes with a potential personal loss.
"I don't disagree with you about humans in a general sense. My sphere is cruel and violent too." He traces the curve of Lucifer's jaw. "But I am human, Lucifer. I may be your crying ape, but I still am one."
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"You're just one of the ones that don't suck," he says. He continues, now treading very carefully, voice soft, knowing he's entering risky territory, "But you--your organization? Your Brotherhood? Who kidnap children, regardless of it being for 'their protection', and rob them of a life, make them fear for death or transformation, that only are useful as a power source if they fail? That 'whole'? Is terrible. There may be a handful, like you, that shouldn't be," mmm, he won't say hated, he doesn't know enough to make that allegory, "ah, that don't suck, but the entire scope?" He tilts his head. Istredd did say his own sphere was violent and cruel. "That's my feelings on humanity."
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He is already feeling slightly vulnerable because of that, but there is a flicker of warning in his eyes when Lucifer brings up the Brotherhood. His hand drops away. There is no easy way to feel about it. "That's just ... how it has to be. It's necessary." Something twists in his stomach. "I know that sounds like I'm defending them but I am one of the rebellious ones. I push back." And yet he comes back when they call. Like all of his class, and the classes before him. The biggest rebellion he can accomplish is arguing, not actually escaping.
This is a testy subject because childhood brainwashing through fear and control, not always easy to shake. And he knows that, logically, but again, emotions. Difficult. "It's best to not dwell, that's all. What happened, happened." Obviously a thing he's told himself before in order to move on and focus on his life.
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"'It's necessary.' Do you know how many times those words have been used... for so many things? My Father testing his subjects in a petty fight against lesser gods. My Father flooding the planet in an act of divine retribution. It's necessary." His tone is still carefully soft but there is an underlying, almost desperate, knowing edge of 'I know you're not this stupid.'
"It sounds like you're defending them because you are. Like I defend my family, Istredd. That's what you sound like. Because you have to. Because it's where you came from." They are not talking about Lucifer and humanity anymore. "Because they made you--but it does not make how they went about things just. It does not mean they shouldn't have changed. How much is your world violent and cruel because every aspect of it has sunk into its ways out of necessity, to push back at each other institutions?"
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Istredd isn't stupid but he also has always played along with that song and dance, and while he's always been vocally critical of the Brotherhood, just as Yennefer is, he's still one of them. "Of course it's not just. I haven't even told you everything that happens." He takes a deep breath in and out and reaches up to rest his hand on top of Lucifer's on his shoulders.
"Listen, Lucifer. I never had family, I was never loved, I was raised in fear, ambition, and isolation. And even if I wanted to have a family now, I can't. That is terrible, I agree, but the truth is, I am one of the lucky ones." Because he lived, he's not an eel, he didn't die from Chaos or in the most recent battle the mages were forced into, where Yennefer almost died. He's spent a fairly peaceful life as a scholar, he's very lucky. "So I don't dwell on the unfairness of the past."
In that way, he is letting the Brotherhood off the hook, but it's also how he moves forward. "There are terrible people in the Brotherhood, but some of them are just me in a few hundred years. We all came from the same place." Istredd wants to think he's different but is he? It's not as if he's pushed for reform or tried to save the young mages there now. He ran away and stayed there as long as he could.
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Lucifer would facepalm if his hands weren't on Istredd's shoulders.
"Look, I'm not saying badmouth them like I do humanity," he says. "But don't apologize for the things they've done--I know I'm just at fault for that."
He says it only because he could see Istredd putting it out there and he's just pointing it out before Istredd can. He'll defend his Father in the same breath as talking against him. He'll talk against him but the moment someone else says similar his ingrained reactions rise back up. So he gets it, he does, and that's why he's even trying to tell Istredd to not make up apologies for them.
"Don't put it under a simple 'it's necessary' banner like you can actually stomach it."
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"I appreciate what you're trying to do here, Lucifer, and you are right, there is no excuse for the way the Brotherhood functions. We're trapped in the cycle, even if I wanted to change the system and help the younger mages, I wouldn't be allowed to. I'm not sure I'd survive the attempt." It is hard to say since people really do not bother. But to attempt any altering of their lifeforce, the only remaining children they can mold into mages, it could be dangerous.
He smiles faintly at him, moving his hand to Lucifer's cheek again. "I like that you care." They both know at this point that Istredd's had very little of that.
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That wasn't his goal this time.
"Someone's got to talk to you about the issues you try to shove in a closet with all your skeletons and try to avoid," he says easily, grinning slightly, "who better than me?"
Because Istredd. Kept doing it. To him.
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"How dare you use my own tactics and good intentions against me."
Istredd is actually worse about bottling things up than Lucifer because he is very subtle and withdrawn about it, easy to hide behind logic and quiet emotional distance. It's difficult to open up. But he does want to, as much as it makes him squirm.
He leans in to steal a kiss from him because he can. "I keep telling you, it's annoying how good at this you are." Teasing of course, he loves it.
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After all, Lucifer knows shit about relationships. Hell, Lucifer knows shit about friendships. He's just making a tower from the building blocks around him, who all equally have their own faults.
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"Sometimes I just really ...." Istredd smiles and leans his forehead against Lucifer's. "Love you." It could come with a dozen demons threatening his life every day and it wouldn't matter to him. It's not like he has to say it, Lucifer can feel it radiate out of him daily. "I know, I'm obnoxiously sentimental."
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But it's also more like a few hundred demons wondering what the hell this one mage did to their father/creator, if there's ever a bleed between worlds, anyway. He's made up more bogus theories than that before.
"Alright, alright, I won't be modest, I'm amazing."
He is definitely deflecting.
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Istredd's love and romanticism can be intense, something only Lucifer and Yennefer really understand, but he probably needs to be this way to pull them clawing down into a relationship. And joy has been found because of it. He said he was going to enjoy this while they still had it, before Lucifer lost all of it becoming an archangel again.
He pulls his head back to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you say you had Dertsi eat him?"
Circling back to the start, since the terror and concern over Dean is now long past.
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Sometimes Istredd is merciful.
"Oh, yeah. I doubt she actually killed him or if he dropped out of the Horizon on his own, I left before I could have any real confirmation because I didn't want to deal if he came back. She seemed pleased regardless."
Fake snake with a fake Happy Meal.
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"Well, I did ask you to stop killing people, but this one was deserved." He meant more people like Geralt or Kyle, demon Dean would have it killing. Istredd doesn't know what to think or feel about whether or not Dean survives this. For Castiel who loves him, he probably would lean that way, but he doesn't like anyone who wants to hurt Lucifer sticking around. It's not their choice.
"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me that you didn't think to, like what Dean looks like?"
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"Ohhhhh yeah, you did ask me that," he says, as though it has slipped his mind.
But also he'll kill Dean as much as he feels like, thank you, not sorry.
"Uhhhh... no?" He tilts his head, thinking. He hums, pulling one of Istredd's arms off him and around to him and turning his hand so that it's palm up. He holds it steady between them with one hand before he begins very faintly, with the tip of a nail from his other hand, tracing a symbol--the simpler of two versions. In their minds he's filling in the lines on Istredd's hand of the actual devil's trap.
Hope you're not ticklish, Istredd.
"A devil's trap," he explains. "Usually painted or etched large enough on a floor, or ceiling. A demon steps on or under and they're trapped, though I don't imagine it'll hold him for long. I have one beneath the trickle of water at the entrance of my cave in the Horizon, and one under a rug in your private study in your domain." Which has actually been there for awhile but he never considered it maybe being necessary it was just born out of paranoia!!!
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He and Yenenfer never got to spend their nights together, their relationship was always in stolen moments. The day to day reality of living with the person you're in a relationship with is a step them jumped straight past.
Istredd lets him move his arm as he wants and moves his palm up, watching what he's doing. He knows many signs and sigils himself, it's actually interesting to see some aspects of magic continue through the spheres. He memorizes it easily since the concept is familiar to him. "Lucifer, no one can get trapped in the Horizon unless they want to."
So it is paranoia but it is also pointlessly so. Istredd more than many understands who fluid the psychic plane is. It would be very difficult to hurt him in the Horizon, ever. "But we could make one for the room." Their room is already heavily warded so why not. Istredd contemplates. "I would say you could sneak them other places in Thorne, but they'd notice."
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Paranoia, but they still don't know all the workings of the Horizon, and they likely never will.
"Also given that it is possible to be trapped in the Horizon for a period of time against our will... something had enough willpower to do that to you," he argues. The Heralds, maybe. The Heralds affect on Abraxas, and the Singularity, and the link the Summoned hold to the Singularity. Or something else entirely.
"I'd rather not trap him in here. But yes, Thorne would definitely take notice and not be particularly happy."
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"If the gods have been around here for thousands of years at least, that means they've had that long to get close to the Singularity." Or they're made of the Singularity. Or they are the Singularity. These are questions they are still no closer to answering, unfortunately, but Istredd thinks they're probably all mixed together.
"Anyway." That'll just take them down theory road. "Put them anywhere you want, Lucifer." Istredd raises an eyebrow at him. "Should I put one on me? Trap myself a devil?" Blatant flirting.
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But it's not like the demon is going to stay put nor cooperate in any such experimentation, so.
"Cute, but it doesn't actually work on me." Nor would it be able to function that way, but that's... the logistics aren't the point. "Don't ask me the origin of its name, it does sound better than 'demon's trap' but it is very misleading."
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He knows it wouldn't function that way, flirting doesn't have to make sense. "Maybe I should be called the devil's trap then." Considering he has neatly managed to get Lucifer wrapped around his finger, for better or for worse.
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"I guess that would make me your thirst trap."
Lucifer spent too long on social media while he wore Vince. And had an assistant that kept him in the loop with all the newfangled slang.
So.
Sorry.
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He takes Lucifer's hand and pulls himself up, his expression quizzical. "Lucifer, you know there are terms you have to explain." It's the thirst that is confusing him, but it is an accurate term. He has been embarrassingly thirsty for a long time, only revealed in recent times.
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Just gotta take his word for it, eh?
"What did I pull you from, anyway? Classes?"
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"Library. I have exhausted every avenue for High Magic details. They are officially useless." It's simply impossible here. Istredd knows they both have been in contact with Michael and Wanda in Solvunn, the only people who can actually get close to those answers. But he couldn't help but make absolute certain there was nothing to be done on their end.
He smooths over Lucifer's shirt, often wrinkling it when he gets a hold. "Are you satisfied that I'm not in any danger?"
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for our Sanity we should wrap this soon LOL
LOL wrap with them making out.
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