Chapter 5
She gasped when she woke, a dry tickle entering her throat. Her sinuses were clogged, her ears were blocked, she desperately needed some eye drops. But she wasn't cold. She was damp, but not soaking. She felt herself being supported, just as she had been before. However, unlike Amenadiel's arms, which had been sturdy, strong, these ones, albeit not weak, were trembling a little. Perhaps from adrenaline, exhaustion, or both.
As her vision cleared, she could see various layers of white around her. They were soft, uniformly distributed. Feathers. They were feathers. And together they combined to form large, beautiful, angelic wings.
And right at the centre of it all was Lucifer's face. Because, as Chloe recalled at this moment, Lucifer was an angel. A small, relieved grin had crept across his face. His hair had dried in curls, sticking to his face. His brown eyes were moist, as though he'd been crying.
"You're okay…" He exhaled, speaking softly.
"S-so are you…" She croaked. "T-that was too close, I'm so sorry. God, how could I have been so st-"
He shook his head, fervidly. "None of that. We're both…we're both alive. Let's just try and process that, for now, shall we? We'll talk later, we'll make sure to work through all of this, but for now? I'm just relieved you're okay, Detective."
Her eyes were still wide with awe and admiration. He snickered a little at how distracted she was by them.
"Y-your wings. Th-they're beautiful."
He smirked at her. Carefully, he got Chloe to her feet, and allowed her to seem them in full span. The grin was bigger now, almost proud of him. He shook some of the excess water off.
"Now…I don't know about you, Detective. But before we go out priest-hunting, I think we could both do with a warm shower. Shall we?" He extended his arm out.
And as Chloe smiled at him once more, Lucifer truly felt things were going to be okay.
