Tis that time again! (Or rather, it was last night but then sleeping and adulting had to occur...booo)
Chapter 14 of Quid Pro Quo is up, in which our intrepid slowburn hurt/comfort heroes (i.e. radioapple) return home and start a whole new round of chaos
Alternate Quote: “And Dad! You’re looking much bett-- Um. Oh.”
Alastor turns his head to peer at Lucifer and has to admit she has a point. It may merely be the brighter lights of the hotel relative to the palace, but the Devil looks, well. ‘Pale’ is a poor adjective when applied to Lucifer in matters of health, but perhaps ‘faded’ suits. He looks diminished compared to his usual brightness, almost back to how he had when he’d first come to find Alastor a week ago.
It’s enough to make one concerned, if concern was an emotion one normally succumbed to. Alastor is, once more, bewildered at himself.
“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep,” Lucifer admits around a well-timed yawn.
No, Alastor supposes he didn’t. He wonders, for a moment, if there’s anything he can do to ease Lucifer’s fatigue. Perhaps a spell or some energizing tea could be found? Those he’d tried on himself while he was ill had all failed to help, but perhaps they’d have better luck on an exhausted angel than a grace-infected demon.
“You were supposed to be resting,” Charlie chides. “Why didn’t you sleep?”
“Hmm?” Lucifer asks with a slow blink. “Oh, Alastor kept me up all night. I did get some sleep in his bed afterwards!”
Bewilderment is no longer Alastor’s primary emotion.
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