Closed starter for @azalea-writes!

Lucifer leaned a hip against the counter of the Mortar & Flame Coffee House counter, bored our of his mind. The shift had been slow, almost molasses-like and the blond was suffering for it. He'd begun looking at the coffee grinder speculatively, wondering if it could grind up the rest of his hopes and dreams for a busy shift when the door opened.

Turning to give the customer a cheeky grin, Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of the man on crutches. The grin dropped away from his face and, in it's place, a shadow of anger had taken over.

Stella got to the club house a little later than she planned but she got there just in time for Will to be drunk. She gave him a quick kiss before excusing herself to get a drink, she walked up to the bar and leaned on it pulling her dress down quickly when it rose up. She turned seeing Alaric and smiled a little before getting a beer, she turned to face him. “Hey Mr. Boss.” She smiled taking a sip of her beer.

She gripped onto her beer as the other started talking. “I’m just tryna have a good time,” she said. “I really don’t think this is the place to bring that up.” Caeleste took a swig, leaning against the wall. She had attended this party to have a good time, not for this.

(No shit, I took this quiz three times just to be sure.)

Tagged by @svnliqhts​ 🥰😘

  ❝  You got: Great Dane!

You're so humble that you don't notice how much you stand out in a crowded room. You are extremely smart but are still approachable due to your warm demeanor. You'd probably make a great pediatrician or duchess of Cambridge.  ❞

( meme. ) | accepting

@azalea-writes​

         Quiet steps manage to wake her up. Or probably unconsciously she knows something is happening. It’s still dark. She reaches to the other half of the bed only to find it empty.

         He’s putting on his black cloak on but doesn’t notice her. Slowly she raises from the bed and walks behind him. When he turns around she can see the doubt in his eyes.

         “ Is it time? ” she almost whispers and Lucius nods once. She gets closer to him, just inches away. She can feel his warm breath on her skin as she leans forward and kisses his lips. When she opens her eyes, he nods again, understanding her without words. He knows what this kiss means - ‘ be careful ’. And he’s gone.

PLEASE.

Nat shrugged at the suggestion. “Y’know, I’on’t think that’s too far from the truth,” she admitted. “He really does have a weird face. Like–” She was making hand gestures around her own face, as if trying to figure out how the guy’s face laid. “Why’s it look like that?”