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                 𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝒹  𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒  𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎,  𝒽𝒾𝓈  𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈  𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒  𝓁𝒶𝓏𝓎 .  only  then  had  the  god  felt  the  sunlight  that  now  invaded  the  bed  room.  slowly  turning  to  find  the  other  next  to  him,  a  smile  dancing  on  his  lips  while  he  reached  slowly  for  her,  eyes  find  her  while  slowly  his  lips  found  her  cheek  to  place  upon  her  skin  a  soft  and  yet  lazy  kiss.

    …lazily.

“Y’GOT business here?”

HE FURROWS his brow, CLIPBOARD in hand as he walks briskly through the MARBLE halls of his museum. CURATION had been kind to his career due heavily in part to his rather UNPLEASANT demeanor and unwillingness to bend to the will of CASH COWS. Needless to say he was ruthless but EFFECTIVE with his work, PAYING no mind to the harshness of his tone as he speaks.

               it's nice to be home. the summer in romania doesn't compare to the summers he's known back in eden, and part of him misses the scorching sun that roasts his country in the warmer months. adolescent memories of picking dates with lucifer and retreating to their summer home on the coast to escape the heat fill his head, feeding the ache that blooms in his chest whenever he thinks about his family. but he has more than just his brothers to think about now. nestled in his arms, almost twice the size she'd been when he left for eden, is the younger of his two daughters. unsurprisingly, his intention to abdicate hasn't sat well with the rest of the di angelo line, but he refuses to be moved. his wife and his children are more important than any crown. ❝ i've missed this, ❞ he murmurs softly, gaze never lifting from his daughter as he speaks. ❝ lucifer has invited himself here to change my mind. and yet, holding our little girl like this, i can almost forget about it all. ❞

He’s been dreaming about Jocelyn and Joanna again.

Why he’s chosen to confide in Leah, of all people, he’s not quite sure, but there is... an undeniable sense of relief that comes with unburdening himself of these memories. They linger, because of course they do, they always will, but he feels... less alone, somehow. Taking a deep breath that, really, he doesn’t need, Leonard steels himself. 

       “ ... There’s... somethin’ else, that I’ve been keepin’ from you. I didn’t come to you just to pour my heart about... about my ghosts. “

It’s one area of their kinds laws he’s still unfamiliar with, Leah never having mentioned it, or dealt with a case of it while he was present. 

      she’s lost in her own world as she walks down the street ( and for       someone as meticulously perceptive as her, it’s rare that she’s so       distracted ). if she were to think about it, she’d blame it on missing       her brother, or worrying about her father and it says something       about her that she doesn’t miss nor worry about her mother but       the simple truth of it is she has been stuck inside her own head for       too long. she’s still thoroughly distracted when she accidentally       bumps into a stranger, and the only thing that draws her out of her       thoughts is the jarring sensation of her iced tea spilling down her       front. ❝ sorry. i didn’t get any on you, did i? ❞

      he's been propped up on a hospital bed, and every time a nurse       or doctor comes to check on him, he insists that he doesn't need       it. that he's happy sitting in some waiting room, because there's       people that need a bed. but his protests are always ignored,       because some doctor or another's referred him for some scan.       great. he's ready to protest again as another nurse makes her       way over to him, but he softens a little when he catches sight of       who it is. ❝ if it isn't my favourite nurse, ❞ he says with a smile,       the action making the wound in his forehead ache even more.