Forgive me for saying, but I don't think you could force me into anything.
The words ring with a tinge of smug amusement, and Lucifer yawns again, flicking his tongue out against Mattheiu's fingers, before stretching and rising to his feet. It isn't easy to make his way down the Hunter's body, but soon enough he's resting contentedly on the man's chest and watching him with a peculiar look.
It really is a challenge, Lucifer decides.
With a brush of power, something ancient and deeper than the Guardian's own light, he picks at his own form, moulding it as easily as if he's simply shedding his skin. While he hasn't had too many encounters with humans (because that's what he should be, correct? Mattheiu is a human being, after all), he at least knows enough to try and formulate his own, personal look instead of just copying.
In a handful of moments it isn't a petite reptilian form that's sprawled across the Hunter's chest, but instead a (if Lucifer could sing his own praises just a bit) rather attractive human being, dark haired and dark eyed and grinning in a slow, easy way that hinted at the predetory nature lurking just under his skin.
"And I may not wish to stay out of sight, if I am to see these new places, oh Guardian mine."
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Date: 2020-02-04 05:46 am (UTC)From:The words ring with a tinge of smug amusement, and Lucifer yawns again, flicking his tongue out against Mattheiu's fingers, before stretching and rising to his feet. It isn't easy to make his way down the Hunter's body, but soon enough he's resting contentedly on the man's chest and watching him with a peculiar look.
It really is a challenge, Lucifer decides.
With a brush of power, something ancient and deeper than the Guardian's own light, he picks at his own form, moulding it as easily as if he's simply shedding his skin. While he hasn't had too many encounters with humans (because that's what he should be, correct? Mattheiu is a human being, after all), he at least knows enough to try and formulate his own, personal look instead of just copying.
In a handful of moments it isn't a petite reptilian form that's sprawled across the Hunter's chest, but instead a (if Lucifer could sing his own praises just a bit) rather attractive human being, dark haired and dark eyed and grinning in a slow, easy way that hinted at the predetory nature lurking just under his skin.
"And I may not wish to stay out of sight, if I am to see these new places, oh Guardian mine."