cry - wipe away their tears.
nonverbal starters || NO LONGER ACCEPTING.
It’s something he anticipated… something he wished for, and what he dedicated a prayer for each night. Lucifer’s return– he’s sparkling and shining the same as Sandalphon fondly remembered him, although things are different. They are equal now, or rather Sandalphon had become in a position higher than Lucifer. The former Supreme Primarch, exuded as much power in the elegant way he carries himself, although none of the power from before lies in his hands. Sandalphon wields it now, and he knows that Lucifer doesn’t want them returned.
He hasn’t anticipated it, of course, and he’s unable to get a single word to leave his lips. He chokes on the air, dense with his emotions and perhaps the shared confusion among them all. No longer he’s able to hold up the tears clammed up, and they begin to stream down his cheeks. He freezes before he’s able to hide them.
wipe away their tears
Sandalphon blinks, flinching slightly from the contact. Lucifer’s hands are as warm as he remembered them being, which only serves to make him cry even more intensely.
Once he’s been spent of what he conceived to be a shameful display, the air feels clearer, and he’s able to breathe.
“Welcome home, Lucifer.”
