Michael pushed his chair away ever so delicately and repositioned his legs with a small stretch. "God wouldn't allow that sort of thing," he mentioned almost as if he were joking. His facial expression wore a thin smile which barely concealed that he felt guilty ( Read more... )

Lucifer continued to loom over Michael like a cat hovering over it's prey. He remained silent for a few moments keeping his eyes locked upon their intended target. Giving Michael a look of disappointment he sighed. It obviously wasn't the sort of answer he was looking for ( Read more... )

 Michael's composure had left him as he mindlessly handed over his menu. His eyes stared at Lucifer's lips as the prince dared defy his personal space. He only made it worse, it seemed, instead of buying time. Lucifer was like a cat who had just sniffed out a weak prey about to run for its life. Enough with the metaphors ( Read more... )

Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he handed their stunned waitress his menu. "I'm sorry Michael did I stutter?" He leaned across the table inching ever closer to Michael. "Oh I'll have my food five courses at a time." He gave the waitress a wink then returned his gaze to his dining companion ( Read more... )

 "So what if it's what you want to hear? It's still the truth", Michael quietly mentioned before Lucifer suddenly changed the subject. When Lucifer ordered all of that food, Michael didn't seem to care whatsoever. It's as if he almost expected such an odd thing. When it was Michael's turn, he ordered a small and simple, but finely chosen meal. He ( Read more... )

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Now that Michael even bothered to seriously look into Lucifer's eyes, they did seem somewhat different. A little brighter or darker or something like that. After so many years of running into him, sometimes rather literally, he'd gotten to memorize every little detail, and not on purpose. Not that he ever found Lucifer someone unattractive, he was ( Read more... )

Lucifer gazed adroingly into the incredibly spaced out, spazzing over his clothes and perhaps the fact that his nose had just been picked by the very person who sat before him, Michael.

I have blue eyes ( Read more... )

Michael nodded modestly. "I know this one." He was extremely gifted in language, spoken, written, and body language. He didn't need to try. This, like his physical strength, was just something he had. Now history on the other hand, if he hadn't been there for a lot of it, he was sure he'd need to study it, and still sometimes he needed reminders ( Read more... )

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