[ Lucilius is used to formulating scenarios in his head, judging possibilities and juggling probability until very little can catch him off-guard anymore—but still, he's not infallible. It happens. His lips purse together thinly in surprise as his mirror image all too nonchalantly approaches him in a chance encounter on some unknown moon.
Except it's all too pointed to be a coincidence. (Lucilius doesn't have a logical explanation yet, but some sleeping part of him realizes this was inevitable, too.) Just because Lucio blows off the fact that they have the exact same face doesn't mean that he can abide by it. ]
Lucifer... No. [ Not quite. The dumpy would-be wings weren't a sure sign, not when so many angels opted to keep their feathers under wraps and out of sight, but it's enough to rouse suspicion. Besides, Lucifer would be efficient enough to finish what he'd started.
He narrows his eyes, looking past the pests to focus on his doppelganger. ] What are you supposed to be?
[ A hallucination, maybe? It wouldn't be the first he's seen today. ]
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Except it's all too pointed to be a coincidence. (Lucilius doesn't have a logical explanation yet, but some sleeping part of him realizes this was inevitable, too.) Just because Lucio blows off the fact that they have the exact same face doesn't mean that he can abide by it. ]
Lucifer... No. [ Not quite. The dumpy would-be wings weren't a sure sign, not when so many angels opted to keep their feathers under wraps and out of sight, but it's enough to rouse suspicion. Besides, Lucifer would be efficient enough to finish what he'd started.
He narrows his eyes, looking past the pests to focus on his doppelganger. ] What are you supposed to be?
[ A hallucination, maybe? It wouldn't be the first he's seen today. ]