Special
"So, why could she see you?"
The lights were turned down low, so all Lucifer could make out of his little sister was the vague outline in the darkness of his sofa. An arm curved into the shadowy light to take the offered glass, before retreating back out of view.
"I'm not sure," came the stoic reply and Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"Come now Azrael. You haven't travelled all this way to give inadequate answers." He sat in a chair opposite the cloud of darkness and leaned forwards, hands clasped around his glass. "You came to talk about Miss Lopez. How you met. You desire me to listen." He opened his arms wide with a flourish, careful not to spill his drink, giving a devilish grin, "and here I am." He eased back in the chair settling his arms along the edge with artless grace, "So speak."
"I don't know how," the Angel of Death repeated, finally leaning forwards into some light so her big brother could read her face. "Maybe I let my power slip a little. I felt…something when it happened. Maybe I wanted to be seen." Her voice became more agitated, more animated and then abruptly she cut it off. Lucifer was watching her, silently, intently and inside her came a wave of warmth, of peace. She knew this feeling. This moment. This Bond. It was familiar. She smiled. Her brother knew it too. He smiled back. For that moment there was no anger, no hurt, no relationship needing repair. They just were. It broke with a flash of memory in her sibling's face, a closing off, but it had happened, and she would hold onto it.
"There is another possibility I've considered," she continued, fixing her eyes on the glass that she twisted and turned in her hand.
"Oh," Lucifer asked, intrigued, "and what is that?"
Rae-Rae couldn't help the curl of her lips in a half smile, wistful as she said, "You've met Ella. So positive, so full of faith." The word was a clap of hands in a silent hall. Lucifer gave a small flinch at the loudness of it, even though her voice had been hushed.
"I have indeed met Miss Lopez," he conceded a little testily, "as you pre-arranged."
She ignored the jibe.
"Well, the other possibility is that Ella is just…special."
She made sure she locked her eyes on his as she said it and he stared back levelly, not retreating with even a blink. There was a prolonged silence before he replied, the air heavy with words, too weighty to move on. When he did speak it was measured, pressed down and carefully sifted.
"Yes," he conceded, for once in complete agreement. "She is definitely special."
