[ This was the closest Alastor was getting to being completely calm in Lucifer's presence. Mostly because the king was completely fucked out of his mind and docile as he sat on the Radio Demon's lap. It didn't help that there was a certain charm to seeing how wrecked he was. How Alastor had been the one to leave him bloated and leaking with his seed.
With the water steaming around them, he held a hand out for his shadow to hand him the closest bar of soap. His claws retract into the tips of his fingers, something he rarely ever does, and lathers his hands up to run them carefully along Lucifer's pale form. He doesn't speak. Letting the silence fall over them as the other demon puts the pieces of his mind back together. Instead he just carefully attends to his shivering body, running the soap along his skin and rinsing him clean with special attention being paid to the bites and claw marks Alastor and his shadow have left behind. ]
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Date: 2024-06-10 08:30 am (UTC)With the water steaming around them, he held a hand out for his shadow to hand him the closest bar of soap. His claws retract into the tips of his fingers, something he rarely ever does, and lathers his hands up to run them carefully along Lucifer's pale form. He doesn't speak. Letting the silence fall over them as the other demon puts the pieces of his mind back together. Instead he just carefully attends to his shivering body, running the soap along his skin and rinsing him clean with special attention being paid to the bites and claw marks Alastor and his shadow have left behind. ]