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The other angels had fussed when Phenex revealed that they would be going out for a dinner. The angel could only imagine it was because their interests rarely focused on one, or maybe it was a fondness for the king and his vessel. Sin had been the one who dragged Phenex out to shop, gleeful and happy. Phenex saw the princess more as a sister than anything else and they had grown so close. After a full day they returned with a beautiful dress.

Between Astaroth, Azazael and Sin it felt like a whirl wind of hair and make up and dressing. However, it was Lucifer coming that made it more surreal. He gave his angelic artisan a hair piece of roses and apple blossoms from his own gardens. It meant a lot to Phenex both as a gift and a confirmation that Lucifer didn't feel like they were overstepping bounds. After all, Levi was the vessel of Lucifer's partner.

By the time they were done with everything Phenex had become nervous, simply because of everyone else. Barefoot and dressed like some princess of Greece, they waited for Levi in the open council room, more to save Levi from prying eyes of other angels than anything else.

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Date: 2020-11-07 02:14 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
Balthazar has been teasing him a little bit. Gently, with the best of intentions, but it's left Levi just a little flustered. At the same time, though, Balthazar has been helpful sorting out modern clothing for him, which is fortunate, lest Levi wind up at the villa in some sort of Edwardian outfit like a confused steampunk fanatic. What he does arrive in is a quiet, slim-fitting charcoal suit, with a tie patterned after Klimt's Tree of Life.

He's also bearing gifts. It was determined that flowers would be superfluous in light of the villa's extensive gardens, but there's no need to be excessively traditional anyway. He has a plush toy tucked under his arm, which appears to be hand-made (though probably not by him), and is designed to look like a lyrebird.

He knows how to navigate the villa in spite of rarely being there on his own, so he's right on time appearing in the council room. That's about where his brain fizzles out, though, because he was not sufficiently braced for the outfit the angel is in.

He stares for a moment, speechless, then blurts, "You're wearing a sunset."

This is the only sense he can make of the picture in front of him. The colors, the lightness of the fabric as it rests on Phenex's arms, the soft glow. And why wouldn't an angel wear a literal sunset, if it suited them?

Date: 2020-11-07 02:45 am (UTC)
tryingitall: (sweet)
From: [personal profile] tryingitall
He's going out to dinner with an angel that's wearing atmospheric phenomena. The multiverse is a truly wonderful, bizarre, magical place. When Phenex takes his hand, he holds on fairly tight for a moment, as if to reassure himself they're not a mirage. Funny, though: angels are more solid than humans are, unless they don't want to be.

He gives a sheepish laugh and leans his head on the angel's shoulder for a moment, needing a chance to recover. After a few breaths, he straightens again and gently presses the plush into Phenex's arms. "I'm glad I didn't try to bring flowers; they would have been embarrassed by being shown up. You're beautiful."

Date: 2020-11-07 03:41 am (UTC)
tryingitall: (golden)
From: [personal profile] tryingitall
The scent is exquisitely reassuring. It reminds him of breathing in the scent of Bart's pomade on the pillow after he'd left in the morning--not that the smell is all that similar, but the experience is. It's like an echo of pretty memories rippling through his mind.

He smiles back, pleased to hear he made the right choice as far as flowers. "I wondered about that too," he admits. "Like how in stories a faery cries when the prince brings her flowers because picking them killed the blossoms."

The flirting makes him laugh a little, but he offers them his arm in a mock-gallant gesture. "I don't get it, but who am I to tell the angel of beauty that I'm not good-looking enough for them? I'll take your word for it. Do you mind walking to the restaurant? It's not so far."

Date: 2020-11-07 03:59 pm (UTC)
tryingitall: (light blue)
From: [personal profile] tryingitall
"Maybe I'll paint flowers for you instead," he says, eyes shining. There are telltale differences in microexpressions and body language between him and Balthazar; his bearing is more slouched and casual, where the angel's is tall and straight, but deliberately diffident, like an ex-military man trying to mix with the civilian population. Levi's eyes look different, too. There's a softness to the blue, and sometimes an underlying sorrow, but when he smiles, there's light.

"You don't see your own beauty?" He asks, and places his free hand gently over Phenex's wrist as they walk from the room and begin to leave the villa. He touches the angel like he's half afraid he'll damage the porcelain skin, even though he knows rationally Phenex could probably pick him up with one hand and carry him around like a doll if they chose.

"You're more than beautiful, though. You're kind."

Date: 2020-11-08 10:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
Levi smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've been talking to Balthazar. I haven't had a chance to produce enough serious work for a showing yet. I suppose some of the sketches are nice enough, I just haven't finished the paintings I'm working on yet."

"I'm looking into setting up a small glass studio, though. I always wanted to sculpt more, but I had trouble getting space and materials together. It's an option now, and there are some new techniques I'm dying to try. There's a lot that can be said with light and organic shapes and varying levels of translucency..." He trails off, excited by the thought.

He looks down at the touch to his hand. "I've heard 'synesthesia' before. I think a lot of artists have some form of it, but Multiple? Can you tell me more?"

Date: 2020-11-09 01:50 am (UTC)
tryingitall: (Greyscale)
From: [personal profile] tryingitall
"He doesn't think he's good enough for a show," Levi says wryly. "But I'll see if I can persuade him. There's probably something deeper to be said about two individuals using the same body to create art, with such different styles."

"It's partly your fault, you know," he laughs softly. "That I want to work with glass so much all of a sudden. I started thinking I might be able to capture the colors of your wings with dichroic glass. I'm not sure I really can, but I might get closer with glass than with paint."

He sobers, listening to the explanation, and nods a little after they're finished speaking.

"I...have this thing about colors," he says. "I don't think it's synesthesia, but maybe it's something related. Everything looks different when I'm not right. I mean, when I'm depressed, or when I used to drink too much. Colors looked sick. I had a lot of trouble getting any work done after Bart died."

"The sky looks too dull and greenish...leaves look grey, buildings are kinda blurry at the edges, the sun looks mean instead of warm. It's better now, but a guy doesn't just shake everything off in a few months."

"I mean, I'm okay right now." He squeezes their hand gently. "It just sounds a little like the projective thing you said, but in a negative way."

Date: 2020-11-09 02:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
"That would do it," Levi grins.

"Are you offering to be my muse, or my guardian angel?" He asks softly, gaze dropping shyly to the ground. "I...probably need that. Balthazar tries, and his friends are kind, but wanting to be better is only a step toward getting there."

Still, knowing Lucifer was concerned for him is nice, too.

Levi nods hopefully. "I'd like that. Maybe...someone being there with you can help when it gets hard? Even if it's just a human?"

Date: 2020-11-09 03:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
He continues to look shy, something soft and bittersweet in his eyes, but reaches out tentatively to stroke Phenex's hair with the backs of his fingers. "You make me feel like I belong somewhere, here, alive. That means a hell of a lot."

His smile tilts to something almost sly, though he gives a casual shrug with one shoulder. "It was intended to be an offer of more," he admits. "But I'm gonna have to go slow. I know it feels right to be with you, and honestly you're pretty fun to flirt with. I just might need a little time and patience."

"Family's kind of fraught sometimes." He touches the edge of one of the flowers in their hair lightly. "I'll do what I can, though. Promise."

Date: 2020-11-10 10:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
His steps slow when Phenex moves close and murmurs against his ear. Warm breath against ticklish skin is almost unbearably sensual, and he shivers when kissed. "Umnn...that...wow."

Just completely derail his train of thought, why don't you?

It takes him a second to clear the haze from his thoughts and start walking again slowly. "You know...I knew what Balthazar was up to with my body, every time, and I never minded, but no one touched me like that for a pretty long while. It's different somehow."

Date: 2020-11-12 12:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tryingitall
"I mean...everything?" He looks sheepish. "No, don't stop, but maybe don't blow in my ear like that when we're in the restaurant. Too much of that and I'll need a cold shower."

There's laughter in his eyes as well as a hint of sheepishness.

"This is good, though." His fingers thread through the angel's, holding their hand gently. "How do you feel about letting me get a goodnight kiss? After dinner."

Pause. "Or...any time, actually."

Date: 2020-11-12 04:15 am (UTC)
tryingitall: (sweet)
From: [personal profile] tryingitall
Levi hasn't felt his heart do somersaults in his chest like this since he was thirty. "That sounds like a good plan," he says, utterly failing to sound or look suave, and instead just watching Phenex's face like he's semi-mesmerized by them. "Later. When we're alone."

It's fine that the question is rhetorical, because as soon as they finish asking it, Levi leans in to capture the kiss without bothering to answer. As his eyes close, he gets a distinct, searing mental image, Bart's hand twined with his, how his own pink skin looked pressed against the other man's dark bronze, but now he imagines the soft gleam of ivory that is the angel's skin there, with them. Three palms pressed together--and maybe there's more in that than just a pretty image. Maybe a musician and a painter belong in the arms of the angel of art.

Maybe this was somehow meant to happen. Either way, the kiss feels like hope, and the angel's lips, Levi is sure, are both the softest and strongest things in the world.

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