#masterofthespade

It was day’s like this she was glad she didn’t live in Gotham proper, the sun actually shown out here. It was like there was this oppressive atmosphere that attracted cloud cover to that city.

Regardless, Eliza had finished setting up the table in the garden. She had met Mr. Lucifer Hughes about a week ago and had invited him over for tea, which he gladly took her up on. Everything was just so and perfect. She looks at her watch, she still has some time before her guest arrives; maybe she could get some fencing practice in before her gets there.

"If you promise to be good I'll suspend you from the ceiling." 

@masterofthespade​||  ❝ "Ah. Monsieur Tetch the Almight," the tall man mused. ❞

“Jonathan?” Blinking hard, he recognized the voice, but the world was still a white, bright, blurry mess. Voices, he could always remember someone’s voice: one of the perks of being a musician. Lucifer couldn’t move, or rather, he could feel his toes and fingertips, but his body was heavy, probably something in his veins making his body heavy.

  “Whas- whas goin’ on?”

“Oh, very good, you’re lucid.” The doctor’s voice is quiet, although tinged with a distinct malice. “It’s an experimental sedative, that one. My own creation. I’ve made note of the side effects, and nothing appears to be permanent, but you never do know for sure, do you?”

The quiet sound of glass on metal as Jonathan begins to prepare for his next experiment, the muted sounds of the city overlaid with the rustle of crow wings and the quick scratching of a pen.

24 December 2020

".... Do you want to be the little spoon."