[ Lucifer can only tilt his head at the expression that darkens on her face, wondering if maybe the food was not agreeing with her. However, that's not the case. Not with the words trembling from her lips and defensive tone to them.
Metatron? Creator? ] I--
[ He hardly has the breath to utter a word when she continues, words sharp to cut the air with. Lips press together as the words lash out and he merely takes it with patience. He does not recognize Savia, nor does it ring any memories of his time alive, so while there is some misunderstanding here.. it still strikes a cord in her.
He tries to be sympathetic. ] I'm afraid I have no recollection of what it is you're talking about, but even so.. I'm sorry that it has caused you such stress and pain.
[ This gives Savia a moment to recover from her freak out because this Lucifer... seems oddly reassuring. The Lucifer she knew, wouldn't have been like this. He was an ass, as far as she could tell. Or rather, so hopped upon his own ego and his abilities that he would never relate to a human in this way.
So she looks at him, dumbfounded and fiddling her hands. ]
You don't?
[ Savia grasps her left wrist, the bracelet of light on it shining in the lights of the festival around there. ]
It's... it's an uncommon name.
[ She says, still pointedly not looking at Lucifer. ]
And, and...
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I didn't have a good experience with angels. Sorry.
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Metatron? Creator? ] I--
[ He hardly has the breath to utter a word when she continues, words sharp to cut the air with. Lips press together as the words lash out and he merely takes it with patience. He does not recognize Savia, nor does it ring any memories of his time alive, so while there is some misunderstanding here.. it still strikes a cord in her.
He tries to be sympathetic. ] I'm afraid I have no recollection of what it is you're talking about, but even so.. I'm sorry that it has caused you such stress and pain.
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So she looks at him, dumbfounded and fiddling her hands. ]
You don't?
[ Savia grasps her left wrist, the bracelet of light on it shining in the lights of the festival around there. ]
It's... it's an uncommon name.
[ She says, still pointedly not looking at Lucifer. ]
And, and...
[ h e l p ]
I didn't have a good experience with angels. Sorry.