"What the hell,Luce," Mar questioned, her eyes glued to the wings behind him. Her mind swirled in confusion and the image of Grace, black eyed and bleeding threatened to spill tears from her eyes. He stretched, his shoulders rolling back as, what Mar assumed was power, rushed through him. Lucifer stepped toward her, his wings expanding as he did. Her eyes examined the mass of feathers. They were white and glossy but the edges were black as if they had been held over a fire. They were very real in appearance,birdlike even, though, they carried with them something that was certainly not of this world. They were stunning to her, different from what she expected, though, she wasn't entirely sure what she had expected.
"Seems all I needed was a little jump start to get my grace flowing," He exclaimed, watching his hand with a grin as he clenched and unclenched his fist.
"That light, it was just like the one at the warehouse and it nearly took the building down. What the hell happened to the diner?" Mar's face twisted into a panicked expression.
"The warehouse was a draining of my grace. This was a renewal. I suppose it would be in ruins if it managed to survive at all."
"And Grace?" His eyes snapped up to meet hers as the question left her lips and they shared a knowing glance. Her heart filled with sorrow and a glimpse of remorse shown briefly behind his eyes that had returned to their usual icy hue.
"So, now that you've got your wings back, what now?" Mar grasped at words to form the sentence in a desperate attempt to control the whirlwind in her head.
"Like I said, When my grace is healed I will leave you and your father be," His tone was void of emotion and it almost hurt her to listen to it.
"Right," Silence, as it often did, passed between them. Mar attempted to scan the room but her gaze continued to fall on Lucifer's wings, "Well, if there was any doubt about you being an archangel there certainly isn't now," She added with a forced laugh and a gesture to his back.
"Yes, teleportation can be strange for humans, I'm told."
"Well, that and the 6 feet of feathers," Mar cocked her eyebrow at him, laughing and gesturing again to the wings but his face only twisted into utter confusion.
"What did you just say to me?" He questioned her rather abruptly causing her more defensive nature to take hold.
"The 6 foot wings sticking out of your back, Lucifer."
"You can see my wings?"
"Well, they're kind of hard to miss," Mar laughed at first but her smile faded as his confused expression held firm and seemed to turn into a mild panic. She furrowed her brow at him in sheer confusion as he began to pace.
"I don't understand," he mumbled to himself, his wings bouncing slightly with his movements.
"Ya, well neither do I. What's going on Luce?" Her question was only answered with a muffled string of words she couldn't make out, "What?" She reached out to grab his wrist, turning him toward her, "talk to me, what the hell's got you so worked up?" His eyes snapped up at her touch and his icy skin seeped into her's causing Mar to shiver.
"People, humans, are not able to see an angel's wings. The only one's that can are their soulmates." He held eye contact and Mar's stomach knotted in confusion.
"Sorry, their what?" He pulled away to resume his pacing.
"I thought-since my fall...and a human, quite an elaborate comic joke." He brushed by her enquiry and mumbled the partially coherent words to himself as his mind raced. Mar watched him for a minute but her curiosity and frustration grew rather quickly.
"Alright, you're gonna need to calm down and explain," He still paced without acknowledgment, "Luce, Luce," She snapped her fingers causing him to finally turn his attention to her, "Please, what do you mean 'soulmates?' What the hell's going on?"
"Angels aren't like people in their customs," He began, "Angels don't marry in the way you would here. They have mates. They bond to the other on a grace level. It's the equivalent of what you would call a 'soulmate.' Every angel has one, everyone except me that is or that's what I assumed. I thought that with the fall I would no longer have a mate." He paused in his explanation, turning as if to pace again but continuing around until he faced Mar once more.
"And this has something to do with me seeing you wings?" Mar asked trying to pry a more complete answer from him.
"It is very rare but not impossible for an angel to have a human mate. A sign of this, that they are connected, is the human's ability to perceive the angel's wings."
"You're saying I'm your soulmate?" She questioned him but it was more of a statement. Her head continued to spin with the notion that she could have a soulmate at all.
"Yes," He answered, his tone becoming harsh and his eyes flashing as her in anger, "A human, Dad made me a human soulmate, a cosmic joke."
"Well, It's not really funny," Mar noted, failing to lessen his anger but succeeding in heightening her own.
"Don't," he commanded, "Like you want satan for a soulmate. Don't tell me this doesn't sicken you." He nearly snarled the worlds at her, but it seemed like he mostly spoke them to himself.
"It doesn't. Listen, I'm not super familiar with the whole 'soulmate thing.' I didn't know soulmates were a thing, or angels for that matter, until only a month ago. But you, I quite like you Luce. You're not exactly the worst choice when it comes to soulmates," She jested with the last sentence trying to lighten the mood before adding, "Well, that is, as long as you don't hate me, a human." He stared at her in silence for a while, his eyes flickering over her features, gauging her sincerity and her words before allowing his expression to soften.
"No, I've never hated you." He finally spoke, refusing eye contact, "Such a curious thing," he nearly laughed.
"Well, I don't know what you expect me to say or what you want me to say. It's pretty fucking weird. I'll grant you that but it doesn't bother me. It certainly doesn't sicken me." She stopped to look at him as he was still examining the ground, "You gonna fly off then?"
"Are you?" He finally looked up, returning her question and receiving a laugh from Mar that more of a buff of breath. Mar shook her head, stepping forward. Lucifer apprehensively stepped forward as well, shrinking the gap between them. She looked up at him briefly, eyes flickering over his features and lingering on his eyes, unreadable.
"Nah," she laughed, "I'm not gonna fly away." With that she closed the gap, kissing him. He was motionless for a moment in surprise but soon his lips caressed her's in an icy embrace. The kiss was shorter than she would have liked but she pulled away just the same to gauge his expression only to find a shit eating grin on his face.
"What?" Mar questioned, laughing as a grin began to fix itself on her face as well. He shook his head at her in response.
"Curious indeed," He laughed, tapping his finger to his chin for a moment.
"You're gonna need to get some better adjectives," She joked.
"That so?" he asked, not waiting for a reply before pulling her into him, leaving another chaste kiss on her lips.