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Lucifer sings snatches under his breath and tells Thom a long glorious rambling story about the desert and the prophets and one version of the truth behind the words. Thom listens with half his mind and counts prayers and bells until Lucifer gets bored and kisses honey from his mouth, pushed up against a pillar in a foreign god’s house.
Thom presses upwards eagerly, but he kicks Lucifer sharply in the leg and it’s so, does it count as blasphemy when it’s not my religion?
“Not mine either,” Lucifer says afterwards. “If you want to be specific.”
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Sometimes? Sometimes I think that I like the way the words fall out of my head.
Would update properly, but it is an unkind hour of the morning and I have to tutor some poor girl in maths in approximately eight hours. She deserves better than zombie!Fahye.
*goes off to the haven of her electric blanket*
Thom presses upwards eagerly, but he kicks Lucifer sharply in the leg and it’s so, does it count as blasphemy when it’s not my religion?
“Not mine either,” Lucifer says afterwards. “If you want to be specific.”
~
Sometimes? Sometimes I think that I like the way the words fall out of my head.
Would update properly, but it is an unkind hour of the morning and I have to tutor some poor girl in maths in approximately eight hours. She deserves better than zombie!Fahye.
*goes off to the haven of her electric blanket*