{In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home}
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Patience is not a trait Lucifer lacks. It is one that Sam has forgotten. But in that moment of memory, of watching himself trap little plastic men like the celestial fodder he would himself become, Sam learned forbearance. Lucifer is his destiny, the Morningstar casting light on every niche of his black-bloodied soul.
There could be no Heaven for this prodigal child, always fleeing from family and duty (only Lucifer, fellow vagrant, would share his fate). A humming starts in the back of Sam's mind, and he surges forward, following the tune through the labyrinth, back to the open sky. Lucifer fights him, but Sam is quicker, more used to navigating the swirling terror of no no please don't let me lose and the immediacy of reaction.
The rings glint harshly when he flings them, cold despite the Michigan sun. He whispers the words as though he's known them forever (maybe i have, maybe we were always meant to be like this, you and me together, don't you see?) and follows the pit home.
He'd always felt a little charred around the edges.
filled; spoilers for season five finale
{In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home}
.
Patience is not a trait Lucifer lacks. It is one that Sam has forgotten. But in that moment of memory, of watching himself trap little plastic men like the celestial fodder he would himself become, Sam learned forbearance. Lucifer is his destiny, the Morningstar casting light on every niche of his black-bloodied soul.
There could be no Heaven for this prodigal child, always fleeing from family and duty (only Lucifer, fellow vagrant, would share his fate). A humming starts in the back of Sam's mind, and he surges forward, following the tune through the labyrinth, back to the open sky. Lucifer fights him, but Sam is quicker, more used to navigating the swirling terror of no no please don't let me lose and the immediacy of reaction.
The rings glint harshly when he flings them, cold despite the Michigan sun. He whispers the words as though he's known them forever (maybe i have, maybe we were always meant to be like this, you and me together, don't you see?) and follows the pit home.
He'd always felt a little charred around the edges.