[As she was kind enough to show her wings, he'd do the same, landing on the rooftop with white wings widespread, almost glowing in the light of the sun. He wasn't called the Lightbringer for nothing, Angela.
He'd posture for a moment, because really, there was no peacock that liked to preen more than Lucifer Morningstar, but after a quick flex and shiver of feathers, those wings would tuck themselves back into that space inside himself where they resided, making him look no more different than any man that strolled the streets. At 6'3, he'd match her height and shoot her a pleased smile, brows winging up at the sight of a missing arm.]
Well, that has to have a fun story to go along with it. I take it you're not immortal?
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He'd posture for a moment, because really, there was no peacock that liked to preen more than Lucifer Morningstar, but after a quick flex and shiver of feathers, those wings would tuck themselves back into that space inside himself where they resided, making him look no more different than any man that strolled the streets. At 6'3, he'd match her height and shoot her a pleased smile, brows winging up at the sight of a missing arm.]
Well, that has to have a fun story to go along with it. I take it you're not immortal?