But, after all, they're here, in this weird-ass place that doesn't seem to exist on the earthly plane, or Heaven or Hell, for that matter. So why should anyone be surprised or upset or dumbfounded by what she just said?
"No, and no. And also, no," she says, absently braiding some yarn together. It's purple. "He's bi. And tall, but like, six-foot-three tall, not outrageous. He's not usually red, and his wings are big and white. And I've never been religious. I still don't think I am."
It should feel weirder for her to be saying this to someone, especially a stranger. Linda is the only human she can really talk to about Lucifer's celestial nature, after all. But the stuff about his wings is just as easy for her to say, somehow, as the stuff about his sexuality and his height. The purple yarn makes her think of one of his suits, actually, lined in a silky purple fabric just this color. She misses him.
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But, after all, they're here, in this weird-ass place that doesn't seem to exist on the earthly plane, or Heaven or Hell, for that matter. So why should anyone be surprised or upset or dumbfounded by what she just said?
"No, and no. And also, no," she says, absently braiding some yarn together. It's purple. "He's bi. And tall, but like, six-foot-three tall, not outrageous. He's not usually red, and his wings are big and white. And I've never been religious. I still don't think I am."
It should feel weirder for her to be saying this to someone, especially a stranger. Linda is the only human she can really talk to about Lucifer's celestial nature, after all. But the stuff about his wings is just as easy for her to say, somehow, as the stuff about his sexuality and his height. The purple yarn makes her think of one of his suits, actually, lined in a silky purple fabric just this color. She misses him.