lucifer-of-the-morning-star
The young being looks up at his own brother,
blue eyes merely staring at him before sighing
to answer the question. The being could be quite
forgetful at times. He, however, does not blame
him for he, indeed, has a lot of things at mind
and more to deal with.
❝ A reminder that I am not your housekeeper.
Though, I found it somewhere in the Ninth Circle,
and left it in your study. Your son came by as well. ❞
Lucifer closed his eyes and sighed. “You know I don’t want you to go. I never wish to lose you.” He picked up the file and tapped it nervously against the desk. “I would be lost without you and you know it.”
"You know your way with or without me. Each day you slip away. And each day I fear that I no longer know who you are. Your pride is your asset, and it is also your liability." He spoke softly, calmly as if he were comforting someone, "Do not be overly dependent on me."
"How am I not to be dependent on you? I trust you so much." He whispered, not looking up from the files. "I can’t help but be prideful. Even down here in this….place." He looked up at Mephisto and leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.
Trust was a word not to be used lightly. Especially here, in their chaotic Home. Backstabbing was as ordinary as walking around, it happens every day. Pride can always be repressed or moderated, and he was close to interjecting when warm lips were pressed against his. He made a soft sound of surprise, before pulling away and looking up at him, “I am still not taking those bloody files.”