Let's Make a Deal

What Are We

   Getting blood out of angel wings is annoying and difficult. It wasn't as bad as attempting to get other things out of them, like the tar that Greed makes in its oil factories or slime that some of the demons in Hell bleed, but it was still very difficult. Lucifer scrubs them until he's satisfied he got them entirely blood free and then tucked them back away before scrubbing the rest of his body. Satan was getting a strongly worded text later, when he's certain the Sin had calmed himself and wouldn't hunt him down for it.

   Once he was cleaned, he changed into his usual red and white outfit with the pale pink striped vest. The clothes he had worn to the meeting seemed beyond salvaging and he simply burned them instead of bothering to pop them into the laundry room. After checking himself in the mirror one final time and ensuring there wasn't any blood in his hair, he stepped out of the bathroom into the Radio Demon's room. He spots Alastor sitting at the table in the bayou, looking the picture perfect of put together and without a single bit of hair out of place. Had he cleaned up in another room while Lucifer was using his shower? He had let him use his bathroom first, so he tried to make his shower as quick as possible. The wings had made that difficult.

   Alastor lifts his gaze from the book in his hands when he steps into the bayou and snaps it shut, setting it down on the table. "Looking much better, Sire. How are you feeling?"

   "Fine. Satan didn't really do much other than slam me into a few things and try to toss me out a window." He shrugged. Technically speaking, the Sin of Wrath could have done much worse and he probably would have if Lucifer had actually attempted to fight back harder. Whatever awareness had stuck to the Sin when he lost himself to his anger, had at least recognized that Lucifer wasn't entirely an enemy. If he had actually gotten his hands on Beelzebub–that might have been a different outcome.

   He had wanted to snap her neck.

   Lucifer moved around the table to get closer to Alastor and he finally noticed the little bit of imperfection in the demon's cleaning. "You still got something in your hair." Taking another step closer he watched Alastor turn in his chair to face Lucifer properly and the King placed himself between the other's legs. There was a clump of hair between Alastor's ears, matted with blood and tangled around the small antlers. After checking that Alastor wasn't uncomfortable with his close proximity, he reached his hands up and started working his fingers carefully through the tangled section of his hair.

   Alastor must have showered, his hair was still a bit damp and there was a slightly spicy scent coming from him. Lucifer tugs the hairs free from the small antler they were wrapped around and begins trying to work the bits of blood still there out. He pops a comb into his hand, gently using it to brush the knots out. He wonders if Alastor's hair was long enough to pin up in the back, maybe a small little ponytail. When Charlie was little he used to braid her hair and put it up for her, he loved getting to experiment with her hair.

   Of course what he had to work with here was quite small, but Alastor might have enough to pull it back a bit. The knot is cleaned out but he doesn't move away, instead cleaning the comb off of the flecks of blood and starting to run it through the rest of Alastor's hair. The demon seemed quite content when he glanced down at him again, wanting to check if this really was alright. Alastor had closed his eyes and the smile on his face smoothed out to a small and easy appearing one.

   There seemed to be too, if he strained his hearing, that sound from before. The one that Lucifer heard when he was petting him in bed that night. The small rumbling, the bit of vibration. He's fairly certain the Radio Demon was purring again. Knowing far better than to draw any sort of attention to any of this, he resumed his work of just combing the hair back to test if he could put it up.