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my_own_advocateLucifer was beginning to wonder if he was the only one relaxing here at all. And if he was, then-- was he relaxing at all? He'd spent rather a lot of time worrying about his partners, and...
He took a swig from the bottle, his legs swinging idly off the pier. He was starting to feel almost like Duke, as if sad sailor vibes were somehow sexually transmissable, and--
There was a lood swoop.
"Lucy," said the tall black angel who towered behind him, mostly because he could. "It's been a year and I find you out here on vacation? Our home requests your presence!"
"Oh God," Lucifer groaned.
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He took a swig from the bottle, his legs swinging idly off the pier. He was starting to feel almost like Duke, as if sad sailor vibes were somehow sexually transmissable, and--
There was a lood swoop.
"Lucy," said the tall black angel who towered behind him, mostly because he could. "It's been a year and I find you out here on vacation? Our home requests your presence!"
"Oh God," Lucifer groaned.
[[ for myself and anyone here who might want to interact with Amenadiel ]]