Antidepressant Withdrawal (11)

The next time he opened his eyes and looked around he realized that he was no longer in the bathroom, but on his bed with Lucifer next to him, stroking slowly the hair on his neck. The lights were off and he could see faintly the reflection of the moon coming through the small window. Aaron didn't know when he had taken a nap but even if the sun was no longer there, it didn't seem it had passed too long.

"I made the nurses ignore your room when they were announcing dinner, but this is the only time I'm going to do it." Lucifer leaned on an elbow, his fingers lingering on his shoulder. "I can transport some food here if you want to."

Aaron sighed and turned to look up at the white, pale ceiling. Hearing the sound of the watch on the wall, he murmured, "I don't want to be here."

He felt Lucifer tensing. "Aaron, I-" He started shaking his head but stopped when Aaron shook his head.

"No, I didn't mean that." He glanced up at him and turned his body to the side, feeling the cut sting on his tights. "I just want to go out of this room."

"Well, that I can do. If I'm not mistaken, there is a festival in Brazil that's going to start very soon." Lucifer hummed as he leaned close to brush his nose on Aaron's cheek. "Would you like to go with me?"

Aaron raised his eyebrows but didn't refuse the closeness. As he felt his throat go tight for a second, he asked, "Are you asking me out?"

Lucifer grinned. "Yes, Aaron. I'm asking you out."

Aaron rubbed his face tiredly with a hand and took a deep breath through his nose, feeling his lips quirking up before he nodded. So what if he was the Devil? Aaron still loved him.

"I think I'll like to go with you."

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Lucifer took them to some high place, at the edge of a building, where they could be alone but at the same time, they would have a clear view of the festival that was going to start in a few minutes. He could feel Aaron's soul vibrating with distress next to him; he wanted to ask and talk more with him but felt that Aaron wouldn't appreciate that at moment. There was a hint of apprehension in his soul and Lucifer didn't like to know that Aaron was feeling like that with him.

"So, you like this type of music?" Aaron asked looking down at the different dresses people wore.

"Well, it's a little primitive," Lucifer mentioned, hearing the music that was already playing. The souls under them shone in excitement as some started to dance. "But better from what I expected humans could make."

Instead of arguing as he anticipated, Aaron's eyes lit up. "That's right; you're an angel of music."

Lucifer smiled, glad to see Aaron's soul lighten. "Yes, I was one of the angels that sang praises to my Father, and the best one of all, if I can say it myself."

"I read that you have one of the prettiest voices of all angels. I know it's not your real voice what I'm hearing now..." Aaron's soul lit with embarrassment. "Not that the voice you've now isn't good or something."

"Do you like my voice, Aaron?"

Aaron cleared his throat and looked down at his lips briefly. "But it's not your real one, right?"

"Not, it isn't." Aaron's face turned sheepish and Lucifer wanted to kiss him so badly. He knew what he wanted to ask even before he opened his mouth. "I'd love to speak to you with my true voice but I can't, Aaron."

"Some angelic rule?"

"Sadly, no. I'd break that rule gladly if that were the case. Is just that humans can't handle our real voices, your eardrums would explode if I tried to talk."

"Yeah, that would be bad." Aaron bit his lips. He seemed to want to add something more but a loud boom-like sound made both of their heads turn. The sky lit up in radiant colors that made him remember Michael's wings when they were in Antarctica. However, the sight before him wasn't as pleasing and delicate as an aurora; it was something rawer but still dazzling. He couldn't help but think that it would be a fitting comparison between an angel's grace and a human's soul. He glanced at his left and saw Aaron looking at the sky with childish adoration as the music playing accompanied the explosions.

"So I guess these are the famous fireworks." Lucifer moved his wing to Aaron's side, protecting him from the wind.

"What?"

"I flew close to this place a few days ago and saw that there were papers that mentioned fireworks above there."

Aaron's eyebrows quirked in interest. "At what speed do you fly? Because it felt like a second when you flew me here."

"It was almost a second."

Aaron snorted and frowned, trying to look where Lucifer had briefly pointed. "Those papers are really small, I can barely notice them; you must have a great eye." He resigned when the people started to dance close to those papers, covering the sight of them. "Do you like fireworks then?"

"I've never had the chance to see them by myself. But I remember you telling me how much you liked them."

"Yeah, I like them." He looked up, eyes softening. "Dad and mom used to take Marcus and me to watch them in the fourth. After mom died, Dad didn't want to go, but that didn't stop Marcus from managing to obtain the money so we could go to some road to light the few he bought." Aaron sighed. "I haven't seen fireworks in years."

Lucifer waved a hand and made a couch float behind. He smiled when Aaron sat next to him. "It was okay for us to come here?"

"Yeah," Aaron spoke softly as he turned to look at him. "Thanks for bringing me."