#(LMAO omg you’re right he does talk to Raph about it in paradise lost xD)

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@originemesis xxx)

The seraphim earns himself a quirked brow and a bullish snort courtesy of the man he'd just got finished body slamming into the mud with a six appendage advantage. Wouldn't dream of harming him, huh? DEBATABLE. Though aside from the mounting pressure of a certain nut allergy flare up, there's no indication he's come to any undue duress besides the streaks of mud stuck to his flanks like newly earned scars. "You know a promise means you actually won't do that, right? No take backs! Not even if my arms fall off and a spider falls on it." Oddly specific, considering his arms don't look like they've ever come off at any point since his creation, but hey. The sky is the limit on ideas in Eden, and he's already attempted jumping up to slap that.

As far as his other angelic company went, the closest conversation he's half held about the habits of their anatomy and reproductive nature had been his periodic pondering hours spent with Raphael in the thicket at dusk when the garden is settling and the angel wanted to ensure the humans were doing the same since Adam had the unfortunate habit of finding trees he could clamber up but not necessarily clamber back down in his search for stars above the canopy. Though those conversations were usually half choked deflections on the archangel's part, particularly when the man wanted to know if giant angels like him had giant dicks-

"If you...feel like it?" It's his turn to offer a series of stumped blinks, though his gaze settles from drifting along the slope of the other's pec plastered forearm to the suddenly bare form of an angel sans a sopping robe. It's a subtle enough alteration given how the cloth has clung while wet, but the connection of flesh on exposed ethereality has him swallowing another gulp that does not quite dislodge the lump in his throat enough for his voice to not crack in time with the demanding pulse pinned between their laps. "So like-"

Curious still despite the thickening brain fog, he shifts his weight onto one hand while the other raises- hesitates with a flex of fingers, then stamps a muddy print on the clean surface of his company's chest before his gaze ventures down to study the distinct lack of a toolkit. "You can just make one like mine- or Lil's?" Whatever's churning in his head is quiet as he processes this curious turn of events before he has to ask (to anyone but Raphael's surprise-)

"Can you make both and just...ya know ~ knock yourself up?"

The First Man’s strange and specific wording about his arm falling off and a spider landing upon it gives rise to one of Lucid’s brow, lips pursed with confusion. That was a thing? Surely not. But where on Earth did Adam get an idea like that? Perhaps the blue angel should consult one of his older brothers on the matter. Or Adam in the future…present? Future to this human, present to the angel. Lucid offers a grin and hand held up, as if giving a scouts honor. “The promise shall be upheld no matter what.”

He watches the man’s wandering, inquisitive eyes, equally fascinated of curious he is of Lucid. It seems they both were in fact wondering of the subject: Lucid of the humans anatomy and function, and in turn Adam curious of the angels seemingly lack of anatomy. He nods with a hum to the questioning of “if he feels like it.” Which is exactly what it is. His gaze flicks down at the prodding finger to his chest, grinning. “Indeed! I am capable of presenting both male and female anatomy, like your own or Lilith’s. However I’ve not really had a need to do as such, due to the lack of need for reproduction and, well…I’ve no partner of my own in which to engage in such activities.”

The next question startles the seraphim, his sky blue eyes going wide as his brow raises high. And then proceeds to laugh, a soft bell like laughter. What a silly question to ask! And remarkably creative, Lucid must admit. Shaking his head, the angel replies. “No~ I cannot conceive from myself. That would be quite an interesting way to perform parthenogenesis. An asexual form of reproduction or “virgin birth”. Animals that can mate without need of the opposite sex essentially clone themselves.”

Oh, that statement gives him pause. Lucid himself is by definition a clone. Not that he’s about to explain that whole hot mess to Adam currently. That bridge will be crossed in the far distant future. His gaze drops further, raising his hand over his crotch. Golden magic glows between his fingers and the sensitive area, causing him to suck in a breath at the sensation. Perhaps to amuse Adam’s curiosity, Lucid forms both sexes. Unlike the First Man, the angel currently did not show signs of a nut allergy.

“You are correct that I can form both at once. But no, I cannot “knock myself up” as you suggested.” Sliding his fingers down over himself, Lucid’s eyes half-lid, noting the tingling of pleasure from the contact. He has done this so few times that the angel forgets just how sensitive these areas can be. Which brings him back to Adam’s current needs. Gently, Lucid cups under the first manhood, his fingers caressing the bass and sliding upwards towards the tip. And then back down again, slow and inspecting. “It is your duty to seed humanity. All from this.” Further down his fingers stretch, rubbing against the man’s “berries” that hang below.