*lydia beetlejuice voice* Gay Dads,

[wolfetracks]

WHO: Clamor, Sidney, Lucifer
WHAT: the gay dad polycule content you want to see
WHEN: the month of August
WHERE: Various Locations
WARNINGS: Excessive flirting, coping with severe injury, discussions of the shit in missions, more tba

 

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[carpevinum]

[What if it's not fine and Lucifer who thinks of himself as the sole caretaker of all y'all freaks out because it's not fine? Huh? What then?

Surely he's already told Lucifer about the died-once-before thing, but still. As far as Lucifer's concerned, Clamor is alive now, and killable again (clearly), so. Moot point.]

You're alive here and now, aren't you? I think the tally proves that much.

[Lucifer pushes off the desk at that, shifting instead to lean against Clamor's — hope you weren't working on anything there, bud — where he then lets his red eyes linger perhaps a bit too long on Clamor's face, recalling memories he'd rather forget. There's no visible damage, and he looks hale and healthy...

...perhaps he's being a bit thoughtless or impulsive when he reaches to cup Clamor's cheek and run his thumb over his cheekbone, sighing inwardly, concern etched on his face. Concern and love all at once, mingled with contemplation, like he's about to do something stupid and reckless all over again before he speaks.]

All that matters to me in the end is that you're alright, I suppose. I would hope you'd tell me if something was bothering you about the situation, though I'm content to leave that chapter of our lives behind if you are.

[sunstead]

[Thank Ishmael he wasn't, because he sure as hell isn't going to be working on anything else now. He's visibly surprised by the approach, and by the hand caressing his face... but he's also not pulling away from it. The tips of his ears flush red, shivering at Lucifer's touch, staring into his eyes as if transfixed...

... staring for a little too long, perhaps, because it's not until after Lucifer stops talking that Clamor realizes he had been.]

O-oh, yes... I mean, of course. [to. whatever the hell he just said, Clamor honestly has no clue, he might still be a fair bit distracted.] And I'm glad you're safe, too! I didn't have the chance to say anything before, but you got cut up pretty badly, didn't you? [like... his head almost got bitten off, but a lot was happening back there and then Amami passed out and Clamor went down with him, so he didn't really get to process how close of a call that was until later.]

[carpevinum]

[Cute. Lucifer sees that distracted glance, smirking lopsidedly at the shivering and the blushing... There's a flash of something devious in his eyes while he debates seeing just how much it'll take to shut Clamor's brain completely off. He's an overthinker, isn't he? This might be a challenge.

(He could be good, but he won't.)

He's not going to murder the cute moment by telling Clamor that he nearly got a wing ripped off either, were it not for Meng Yao. Still, nearly getting his head chomped on isn't an experience he'd like to repeat.]

Mm... I wouldn't worry much about that. The injuries were superficial at best.

[He's lucky a fang didn't pierce an artery.]

Besides, there are more important things we could be discussing, aren't there? [Then, Lucifer's hand sweeps under Clamor's chin, tilting it up. Hm...] You are a much more interesting topic to me. Do you always blush so easily, Clamor? It's rather endearing.

[sunstead]

[oh El this is really not subtle

he laughs, a bit nervously, and that question might as well be rhetorical considering how much more he's blushing now, with Lucifer's hand on his chin... he thinks back to all the transparent flirting they were doing only a few nights before, and let's not forget how he spent most of that mission carried in the demon's arms. yeah... yeah, he'd have to be pretty dense not to read between the lines here.

he wishes he knew like... more than one demon. are all demons like this, or is it just Lucifer?]

... Well. Maybe it's just for you? You do have a certain charm...

[he's not... not interested...]

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer is, frankly, not a subtle man. ...not all demons are like this, but you know what, some of his brothers might be a little like this. Lucifer's only really like this when he enjoys someone a little too much.

Let him indulge a bit. It's been a rough few months, and now there's an extremely cute man in front of him who he cannot resist. Were they not in a group back during the mission, he might've upped the clingy factor to eleven.]

My charm hardly exceeds yours. You're an intelligent man with a sense of responsibility, and you have the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. It's difficult to look away from you. It's difficult to not wish to spoil you rotten, too. You'll have to forgive me for being unable to stay away.

[That hand stays under Clamor's chin, eyes carefully scanning his face for a reaction. Has Clamor ever been kissed before? Hm... Would that be too forward of him? He'll save it for the time being. Teasing is more in Lucifer's wheelhouse.]

[sunstead]

[He's absolutely indulging him... maybe a little too much, he thinks, as the compliments start piling on. It's not that he's never been praised before, either for his smarts or his appearance, but it's hard to feel like he deserves this much affection when he's hardly done anything new.

He brings his own hand up to Lucifer's, gently touching his wrist but not forcing him to let go. He hesitates, clearly nervous, a hint of anxious longing in his tone.]

You... don't have to stay away. If you don't want to.

[if he wants to. Clamor wouldn't mind it.

he's not even sure what he's asking for, really, to what degree Lucifer wants him. but it's hard to think of a request he'd say no to in this moment. just being wanted, without the usual caveats...]

[carpevinum]

[Oh by the nine hells, his heart — how does one man have Lucifer so smitten, exactly? He's not the sort of demon to fall for people so easily, and yet.

Yet.]

I won't, then. You have my word.

[It's a promise, subtly whispered perhaps a little too close to Clamor's lips for comfort, shortly before Lucifer backs off slightly. Acknowledging the fingertips on his wrist, though, he doesn't exactly withdraw his hand — some part of him doesn't want to. Another part thinks he should've just sealed the promise with a kiss and gotten it over with, but Lucifer doesn't want to be too pushy at the same time.

He hears that anxiousness. He knows better than to test his luck.]

We ought to spend more time together, don't you think? If only dinner and a movie were applicable here. I may just have to treat you to a private meal over some books instead.

[Winks.]