#| ☩ To meet with you again ☩ (verse: AU - Modern) |

[aaetherius]

 @cxffexngel​ || for all those rained in drawings ya keep sending me and fueling my mind with many thoughs!!! I choose evil :3c

  Guilt forms a frown on Sandalphon’s fair features, dusted a blush from the cold at the tip of both nose and ears that peek from curls of hair that lower by the weight of rain that even now mercilessly pours like cascades without any end of it in sight. Clouds dark shielding the sun from adobe the skies, and bags with various fruits and beans secured with plastic wrapping so none of it could go held tightly, but not too strongly against his chest, Sandalphon heaves out a sigh in relief when they both find shelter under Lucifer’s place. A roof that provides a rest from the chaos that had been an otherwise what used to be a peaceful chance at shopping for a evening dinner the barista had offered in a whim. “ Sorry… About this. ” it quietly slips from his lips ridden with a bit of the frustration and rage that comes at himself. Not having been prepared, not being good enough, believing how little he managed to achieve despise his best efforts. Sandalphon let that slip and it stung like million thorns upon his tongue.

   And he’d never be angry at Lucifer. Annoyed, exasperated, maybe, but actual red, fiery rage feels like a farfetched myth, and there was nothing for the other that should be apologizing for when even the other didn’t even notice the moment the sky turned grey and the first droplets fell warning with only seconds to breathe before it became a full on storm. And yet, even as they had crossed the doorframe by now and Sandalphon had dropped the bags in an awkward splattering sound that made him wince. even the idea of drying himself only to later soak himself away undoing all their shopping to prepare the food felt like a huge effort by now. But that need to remedy something his withered heart always somehow lays the blame upon himself, even for those unexpected moments that were not even his fault fuel the young man to fill his lung with a sharp inhale, exhale. Count to ten and then face the other, his tired frown still there but fixed on the bags the other carried. “ Let me help you with them. ” To make up for it. But the last of that goes unsaid, instead all written upon his face.

   Lucifer's wet hair clings to his damp skin as he uselessly tries to brush his waterlogged bangs out of his eyes as he slips off his soaked shoes while clutching the grocery bag he's holding close to his chest, as if it could, still, somehow get rained on despite the fact that they've, finally, made it safely back to the warmth of his apartment. A frown lingers on his otherwise handsome features as he gazes through the windows at the dark sky, and the storm violently raging on beyond the walls of his home. His heart is somewhere between his throat and his stomach, and he swears he can taste it trying to crawl its way into his mouth with every breath he takes. It makes him hold the bag just a bit tighter--the plastic covering its contents the only thing keeping them from spilling out from the pressure that does little to make his chest ache less. Sandalphon's apology does little to ease the overwhelming sense of guilt and worry he feels deep within himself either. So, slowly he tilts his head back to look at the other--just as worse for wear as he is--damp and dripping wet. A puddle has formed on his welcome mat where they entered. "You have nothing to apologize for, Sandalphon," he's quick to assure. He can hear a bit of the frustration bubbling within the other from his voice, and it only makes the ache in Lucifer's chest grow all the more severe. "This isn't your fault. It seems we just run into a bit of bad luck." His lips curl into a gently, yet somewhat pained smile.

    His own feelings aren't much different from Sandalphon's. He feels as if he's somehow to blame for this sudden downpour, and he's worried sick about the barista's well-being so he can't bring himself to linger in the doorway for long. Especially when he finds himself somehow relating to the awkward, damp plop the bag Sandalphon is holding makes when he drops it on the ground. "No, it's all right. I'm fine. But, wait a moment, please." Before the other can insist further, Lucifer quickly slips past the cat tower Ellie has tucked herself away in to avoid both of them--much as she would love to chew off the shoelaces of Sandalphon's shoes, she also would rather not get even remotely wet, and into the ivory kitchen to toss the bag of groceries onto the counter so he could fish through the ivory cupboards for every towel of every size he could find. With an impressive collection cradled in his arms, he swiftly returns to Sandalphon's side. That frown remains in place as he sets down his stack of towels, choosing one from the pile as he glances over Sandalphon's drenched frame.

   "Forgive me, Sandalphon. Allow me to dry you off, I don't want you to catch cold." He cares little for his own well-being, and hasn't bothered to even so much as towel his dripping hair off, but he can't leave the barista in such a state. So, softly, he places the towel over the other's head, and begins to knead the warm fabric into his hair in an attempt to help him dry off. "We can check on the groceries after you've dried off." Lowering the towel, he gingerly cups the other's jaw with it as his eyes fall to Sandalphon's clothes--heedless of the fact that his own, white button-up shirt is equally as drenched. "Ah, your clothes are soaked. I can bring you some of mine to change into." He pauses for a moment, lips pursing. "Are you all right, Sandalphon?" The worry in his voice is palpable.

#cxffexngel #| ☩ I would bend the skies; realign all the stars in space; just to be with you ☩ (cxffexngel: Sandalphon) | #| ☩ To meet with you again ☩ (verse: AU - Modern) | #| ☩ And once again the sky rises; sincere and melancholic ☩ (IC) | #| ☩ thread 109: sandalphon: cxffexngel ☩ | #{ I'm innocent! } #{ Ahhh my heart they're both so sad because they both feel like they're at fault! } #{ Lucifer can def tell Sandy's feeling a bit down and it's breaking his heart! } #{ Thank you for writing this! } #{ And let me know if this doesn't work! }