Adam thinks there is something seriously wrong with him for even thinking that, because hey it's the devil he's talking about. The Devil who's trying to end the world, and use his body to do so.
But it doesn't change his thoughts. It doesn't change the way Lucifer treats him, like he's special and not just for his vessel status. It doesn't change the fact that it is Lucifer who brought him back into this world. Doesn't change the fact that it's Lucifer who is at his side when he has woken up panting and sobbing from another nightmare of the ghouls, cradling him, and murmuring soft words of comfort into his hair.
So yeah Lucifer is kind.
And yeah, there is something seriously wrong with Adam for thinking that way.
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The first time Lucifer touches him, it's just after Adam has been resurrected. The sensation, freezing ice cold, that lingers at the touch before his natural body heat flood back restoring equilibrium. He stares at the man eyes wide, scared, and confused, wondering if he is one of the monsters who put him in the coffin.
“You're mine. And I won't let them hurt you. I will keep you safe.” He continues, cupping his cheek. Cold radiates from his touch, and despite it, despite his fear, there is something comforting about the touch. Something soothing in the man's voice. Something right about this, and Adam can't put his finger on what. He's too busy getting his bearings.
“Breathe, Adam Milligan.” Lucifer whispers leaning in close, lips almost ghosting over the shell of Adam's ear. The words are like air, filling in his lungs. Adam closes his eyes and breathes.
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Adam's sleep cycle goes right out of the window, since he's come back. Some nights sleep eludes him. Some nights the nightmares are too vivid, too real, as if they're happening now, and he's too afraid to go back to sleep. Some nights it's a mixture of both.
Lucifer slips into his dreams, wearing his mother's form and holds him, until it's time to wake up. Adam can always tell it's him. But no one, absolutely no one has been kind enough to ever do something like this for him. He buries himself into the embrace, eyes wet, thank yous pouring from his lips, every single time.
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The first time he drinks demon blood, he ends up throwing it up before he can even swallow.
But then it keeps happening. Again, and again, and again, and again. Adam can barely get it down.
“You'll be of no use to him, if you don't do this kiddo.” He can feel Ruby scowling at him, her irritation filling up the room. Adam looks up momentarily from where he's hunched over the toilet seat, puking up his innards, to glare at her, before going right back to puking into the bowl and ignoring her. Then still pointedly ignoring her, he gets up weakly, flushes the toilet, washes the taste of sulphur copper, and bile out of his mouth and heads straight to the fridge for the cold water.
He can't drink demon blood. And fuck it, he won't, he thinks as he settles on the ratty couch. Lucifer will understand. They can just find another way, an alternative. He doesn't see why he has to fucking do it in the first place. He's already Lucifer's true vessel.
There's a shift of air, and Adam's feels fingers, calloused and ice cold, running through his hair, down to the nape of his neck, thumb lingering there, stroking idly. His breathe hitches, and he leans into the comfort of the touch.
“She is right, you know.” Lucifer says softly after a moment, fingers now moving down the side of his face. Adam looks at him, pleading. He really can't do it.
“It's necessary,” Lucifer says again, and Adam belatedly realises that Ruby is standing in front of him, arm cut still dripping with blood. Adam lets out a shaky sigh.
“Trust me” Lucifer whispers, low and soft, and it echoes deep in Adam's bones.
Adam brings Ruby's hand to his lips, closes his mouth over the cut, and drinks.
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Fill! It all starts with a lullaby 1/2
Date: 2011-05-25 04:39 pm (UTC)Adam thinks there is something seriously wrong with him for even thinking that, because hey it's the devil he's talking about. The Devil who's trying to end the world, and use his body to do so.
But it doesn't change his thoughts. It doesn't change the way Lucifer treats him, like he's special and not just for his vessel status. It doesn't change the fact that it is Lucifer who brought him back into this world. Doesn't change the fact that it's Lucifer who is at his side when he has woken up panting and sobbing from another nightmare of the ghouls, cradling him, and murmuring soft words of comfort into his hair.
So yeah Lucifer is kind.
And yeah, there is something seriously wrong with Adam for thinking that way.
-
The first time Lucifer touches him, it's just after Adam has been resurrected. The sensation, freezing ice cold, that lingers at the touch before his natural body heat flood back restoring equilibrium. He stares at the man eyes wide, scared, and confused, wondering if he is one of the monsters who put him in the coffin.
“You're mine. And I won't let them hurt you. I will keep you safe.” He continues, cupping his cheek. Cold radiates from his touch, and despite it, despite his fear, there is something comforting about the touch. Something soothing in the man's voice. Something right about this, and Adam can't put his finger on what. He's too busy getting his bearings.
“Breathe, Adam Milligan.” Lucifer whispers leaning in close, lips almost ghosting over the shell of Adam's ear. The words are like air, filling in his lungs. Adam closes his eyes and breathes.
-
Adam's sleep cycle goes right out of the window, since he's come back. Some nights sleep eludes him. Some nights the nightmares are too vivid, too real, as if they're happening now, and he's too afraid to go back to sleep. Some nights it's a mixture of both.
Lucifer slips into his dreams, wearing his mother's form and holds him, until it's time to wake up. Adam can always tell it's him. But no one, absolutely no one has been kind enough to ever do something like this for him. He buries himself into the embrace, eyes wet, thank yous pouring from his lips, every single time.
-
The first time he drinks demon blood, he ends up throwing it up before he can even swallow.
But then it keeps happening. Again, and again, and again, and again. Adam can barely get it down.
“You'll be of no use to him, if you don't do this kiddo.” He can feel Ruby scowling at him, her irritation filling up the room. Adam looks up momentarily from where he's hunched over the toilet seat, puking up his innards, to glare at her, before going right back to puking into the bowl and ignoring her. Then still pointedly ignoring her, he gets up weakly, flushes the toilet, washes the taste of sulphur copper, and bile out of his mouth and heads straight to the fridge for the cold water.
He can't drink demon blood. And fuck it, he won't, he thinks as he settles on the ratty couch. Lucifer will understand. They can just find another way, an alternative. He doesn't see why he has to fucking do it in the first place. He's already Lucifer's true vessel.
There's a shift of air, and Adam's feels fingers, calloused and ice cold, running through his hair, down to the nape of his neck, thumb lingering there, stroking idly. His breathe hitches, and he leans into the comfort of the touch.
“She is right, you know.” Lucifer says softly after a moment, fingers now moving down the side of his face. Adam looks at him, pleading. He really can't do it.
“It's necessary,” Lucifer says again, and Adam belatedly realises that Ruby is standing in front of him, arm cut still dripping with blood. Adam lets out a shaky sigh.
“Trust me” Lucifer whispers, low and soft, and it echoes deep in Adam's bones.
Adam brings Ruby's hand to his lips, closes his mouth over the cut, and drinks.
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