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my_own_advocateThe house was an utter mess.
Empty bottles and empty delivery containers were liberally strewn across several rooms. There had been at least one 'accident' with broken plates, and there were shredded clothes in the walk-in closet. Nevermind the stains.
It looked like three teenagers had spent a full weekend partying in there, which was probably because they had. Eventually they'd passed out in Lucifer's bed, one of Samael's wings stretched lazily over the other two occupants.
The other one had wound up sort of wedged between the bed and the nightstand, which meant Lucifer was now waking up - slowly - to one Hell of a crick in his wing.
"Mgh," he mumbled, not quite awake, and tried to pull his wing free.
[[ for the other two here. this will go well. ]]
Empty bottles and empty delivery containers were liberally strewn across several rooms. There had been at least one 'accident' with broken plates, and there were shredded clothes in the walk-in closet. Nevermind the stains.
It looked like three teenagers had spent a full weekend partying in there, which was probably because they had. Eventually they'd passed out in Lucifer's bed, one of Samael's wings stretched lazily over the other two occupants.
The other one had wound up sort of wedged between the bed and the nightstand, which meant Lucifer was now waking up - slowly - to one Hell of a crick in his wing.
"Mgh," he mumbled, not quite awake, and tried to pull his wing free.
[[ for the other two here. this will go well. ]]
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 10:27 (UTC)Feathers against her skin had become a familiar sensation over the weekend, after all.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 14:02 (UTC)“Shh,” he mumbled. “Sleepin’.”
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 14:15 (UTC)And while hearing it while in bed wasn't as much of a novelty as it had been before Lucifer had gone back to Hell, it, the wings, and the sense there was someone else there managed to penetrate the early-morning fog in Lucifer's head quite efficiently.
As did memories of the past few days.
The 'great Lucifer Morningstar'? You're just Samael.
He yanked his wings back into himself without further warning.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 14:41 (UTC)Duke was beside her, and Lucifer beside him, both of them very naked.
She stared as the weekend came back to her, feeling like a dream.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 14:51 (UTC)How thoroughly had he managed to ruin the few good things in his life this time?
“So,” he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. He cleared his throat. “Uh. That happened.”
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 14:57 (UTC)He wasn't really thinking about either of the humans in it. He was thinking about him, the stories he'd told about Uriel and Amenadiel and Remy and-- and Dad. And Mum.
And his little rebellion.
"I need you to leave," he said. He looked at the window.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:05 (UTC)Octavia felt a chill go through her, and it wasn't because of all her exposed skin.
She stared at Lucifer's back. "Lucifer, it's..." she started, then trailed off. It wasn't fine, and she knew it.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:12 (UTC)Completely. He'd fucked this up completely. He'd pushed Lucifer too far and he and Octavia hadn't even had a talk yet and god dammit, if he'd just stayed home Wednesday night none of this would have happened.
Where the fuck did his clothes end up? He felt like he hadn't seen them in days. . . .
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:19 (UTC)So he didn't say anything.
He just stared at the window and waited.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:24 (UTC)Duke's scrambling jostled her, but she was much slower to follow. "Moba," she muttered, because it was the best she could do.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:32 (UTC)This was the second time he'd woken up to someone freaking out in bed in a little more than a week. That hadn't happened to him with such regularity since -- since he was actually the age he'd been this weekend. The old dread (terror, despair) forced its way up the back of his throat before he could stop it, before he could remind himself that he had somewhere to go.
It came out as a rough, hysterical laugh. Sorry about that, guys.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:38 (UTC)It was a bad decision. He hadn't wanted them to see his face at all. He just wanted them to get out of here so he could (stay away from everyone for all eternity) have some space to breathe without (someone seeing all the places he hurt) having to deal with probing questions.
His gaze snapped back to the bottle on the nightstand, and he grabbed it quickly. Something to focus on.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:48 (UTC)Steel herself.
She grabbed some clothes off the floor largely at random, then put a gentle hand against Duke's back, to usher him out the door. Tried to, anyway.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 15:59 (UTC)He felt more sixteen right now than he had when he was actually sixteen this weekend.
He stumbled along as Octavia steered him, fully aware that this response was deeply inappropriate and that he needed to leave so Lucifer and Octavia could have their own respective responses. He was just -- having a little trouble getting himself under control right now.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 16:03 (UTC)You're just Samael
--had smashed but days ago.
He stepped over the cracked glass and let his wings slip out again.
With a single beat, he was gone (to lick some old wounds) to take that breather.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 17:05 (UTC)Pulled her hand away.
Then, after a second, tried to press all of her against his back instead, the clothes she'd grabbed all still bunched up in one hand as her other arm snaked around his waist.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 17:28 (UTC)This was stupid. It was stupid. Nothing had even really happened. He'd, what, been sixteen for an extra weekend and partied pretty hard with two people he wouldn't mind doing the same thing with now, at 34. That was the opposite of a big deal. That was (possibly the best weekend of his entire life) nothing.
He didn't notice Octavia pulling away until she was against him again. Wrapping herself around him. The relief he felt was enough to make his knees buckle, and he barely kept from dropping to the floor. Instead he leaned back into her, reaching down to give her arm a squeeze with one hand while the other pressed over his mouth, trying to muffle the noises he was still making.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 17:34 (UTC)Along with the clothes. She let them fall to the floor at their feet so she could wrap her other arm around him, too. So she could press herself flat against his back, her cheek against his spine.
She wasn't very sure about anything right now. But he hadn't pushed her away.
(This time.)
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 17:41 (UTC)He ignored them both, because this was exactly what he needed right now.
He pulled away just enough to turn in her grip, intent on pulling her in against his chest instead of his back. Bury his face in her hair and just breathe her in until he was steady again. Until he stopped feeling homeless and rejected and lost.
Then they could deal with . . . all of that other stuff.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 17:54 (UTC)She'd missed him to the point of aching, and there was no denying it.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:03 (UTC)"You didn't," she muttered anyway.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:08 (UTC)He was in the midst of a fairly major doom spiral here, yeah. Turned out being told to leave moments after waking was something of a trigger for him.
It was alright, though. He was already in the process of locking himself back down. Refocusing on someone else.
"Do you think he'll be okay? Lucifer?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:23 (UTC)"Yeah."
She couldn't bring herself to say otherwise.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:31 (UTC)He technically hadn't seen him just now. Duke had avoided looking at him, in fact.
"Are you okay?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:34 (UTC)Come on, she hadn't been okay in years.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:54 (UTC)He sighed, shutting his eyes, and just leaned into her for a long moment.
"I missed you so much."
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 18:59 (UTC)"Ai don mema yu we seintaim." Felt like she was saying that all the time, lately. "Deimeika."
That part, she hadn't said enough.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:08 (UTC)"Let's, uh. At least move this conversation to Luce's kitchen, instead of his hallway?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:13 (UTC)Like Duke himself had been, not so long ago.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:16 (UTC)It hadn't. His boat was just fine. Though Polly had maybe declared himself the new captain.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:21 (UTC)She stepped back, bending down to grab the clothes off the floor.
The snake on her leg was finally starting to itch.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:26 (UTC)"Let me just --" He jerked his thumb towards Lucifer's closet. "Need a shirt."
He wasn't sure where the handful he'd stripped out of a couple days ago had ended up.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:29 (UTC)She pulled on a shirt that didn't fit her. And it didn't matter to her at all.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:33 (UTC)He was very quick in the closet, though. Coming out with the least dressy shirt he could find within easy reach of the door.
"Need to grab anything else?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:35 (UTC)She was looking back towards Lucifer's bedroom.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:36 (UTC)"C'mon. He'll find us when he's ready."
He was just going to firmly tell himself that over and over for the next . . . however long it took.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:41 (UTC)"Okay," she muttered.
One thing at a time.