Hands DELICATELY tend to the roses, making sure that each one is growing as it should— this is perhaps his favourite place to be, his rooftop garden. It’s awfully serene up here, he could spend all of his time just here, alas, he has a company to run ( not to mention Hell to be concerned with ). The other’s presence doesn’t go unnoticed, yet, Lucifer doesn’t turn to face them. “I hope this is important. You’re interrupting upon my personal time.” The archangel states nonchalantly.
if he could think over his plan again, he would have chosen against this idea, but what other choice did he have? it wasn’t just like he could go around in circles trying to find an answer that would lead him straight back to coming here. a reason to why he had to be careful ( not just with his words, but with his actions as well ) around the other, “not everyone is as… privileged to have such time.” he mused out, “ and it is… important.” or rather, ky’lar thought it was important.
Hellfirebound 