#//collecting more drama 4 his web of lies lolol

[originemesis]

@brokendreamscreation xxx

The wheels in Lucid’s head visibly turn as Adam lets all his talk and suggestions sink into his mind, eyes never leaving the portal view. He’s snapped out of his hyper focus as a large wing envelops him, finding his small body pressed to the larger angels side. Blue hues flick upward momentarily, wrinkling where his would be nose as that kernels and crumbs falling on his head. But the seraphim admits that the warmth radiating from the First Man’s body and wing around him was nice. “Well, I don’t think the high council ever expected me to visually witness the act of copulation and breeding, let alone myself participate. At worst I feel certain they thought I may only hear it described or spoken in vulgarity. They know I can read about the process, it was part of my studies in understanding humans a few hundred years ago. It was however the textbook description. I do not believe they have updated the filter either or seen a reason to.” If the council knew now however what the naughty seraphim has been getting himself into, they’d more than update his halo. They’d surely restrain him to his workshop under guard, lock and key. Giving an awkward cough into a closed fist, Lucid feels the blooming warmth of a blush bloom on his already apple red marked cheeks. While it was not a regular thought for him to have, whenever the memory does strike he recalls the rush of the experience. Heat, skin on skin, the mix of whimpers and moans, the unexpected pleasure that burned in him with such intensity that his very mind went blank. A time he for once did not think and only acted, reacted, and let an unknown instinct guide him. Lucid fidgets, feeling his own body suddenly growing warmer at the memories.

His chatter with this so-called memory remade in the image of his ire may seem self indulgent, especially with how often he dips his talons into Lucid's popcorn bowl to retrieve more food for fueling his supposed 'commander's concerns', but even so- it is not without intent. That is, his intent to confirm a certain suspicion he'd been sold on the more he continued these interactions with yet another piece of heaven's dirty laundry. And oh ~ was it dirty if he was right. And when is he ever wrong?

With a few last crunches, he swallows what hasn't managed to drop onto the seraphim copy's face, his gaze sliding down to subtly check for more, though it locks smugly with the pair of blue peepers below. "Suspecting isn't exactly their strong suit, bruh." That much was evident given all the bathwater of a certain hell queen he brought into the office daily, smuggled in via soda cup and straw. So no, it's not impossible for him to believe this old 'friend' of his had been tampering with time space. "And if they suddenly should get a reason to? Well, I'm guessing that would suck for you~" With a twitch of a smirk sensing the other's blooming cognizance that the commander may know more than he's been letting on their past few run-ins around the embassy, he pins the smaller seraphim tighter with a tucking of his wing and boxes him in with the other, forming a sort of tent around their conversation...or rather- a confessional.

"Wouldn't it?"

Voice dripping with more amused menace than just scattered crumbs, he gives the flushed clone the briefest opportunity to sputter before he reaches down to snake a talon beneath Lucid's chin, a firm thump aiding him in tipping his face back at a strained angle and holding it in place. Despite the concealment of feathers, the various sounds of debauchery continued to serve as the background noise to their conversation- every slap and subsequent moan- unfilterable by heaven's past interests in multiplying humanity with a single pair that could hardly get along, let alone mass produce their kind.

"Because you're the one I [REDACTED], right? Well, I guess your filter would prefer we'd classify it as breeding, riiiiiiight~?" Nevermind what all of that entailed as far as how the past had played out between he and the other garden residents. All that mattered to him at the moment was securing yet another edge for his own under the rug activities.

"Y'know...I don't have to tell them. But you'd have to make it worth my silence." With a curl of claws, he'd wrapped the great expanse of his hand around the underside of the seraphim's jaw, holding his head with the promise of a grape's fate with his easy it might be to squash him if he wanted.

"What'dya say? I mean, I could use an errand-bitch, and that popcorn wasn't half bad."