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HE SMELLS . . . wrong . not bad , no . no CERTAINLY not bad . in fact , it's unlike any human he's ever smelled before . hence why it's wrong . he wonders , briefly , if this is how edward feels about bella . only - - - garrett doesn't feel INTOXICATED by the smell of this man's blood . drawn to it , sure , but he'd more use the word curious .

There was a pause. Lucifer never lied, but she didn't have to hold up to a code. She could lie very well. Hell, it took some imaginative stories to get some people to finally give up the truth when they were being interrogated -- though, that was a detective's trick that she hardly ever used. That and good cop/bad cop wasn't what she enjoyed doing.

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@mosttrusted ASKED: ❝ i’m not looking for any trouble. ❞

WARINESS SHOWS on giles' face at the intrusion of the man into the library . usually unknown faces finding him the library are rarely a good thing . most often , it tends to result in a CONCUSSION and a sore back .

She didn’t do summonings, not after what happened all those years ago. She did simple spells; charms and other such things that she viewed as harmless and helpful for others. Yet, time and again her magic had a mind of its own. It seemed almost hungry to push the envelope of what she could do, just like now.

The bowl before her had smoked and sparked, the scent and colors all wrong for a spell she had performed countless times before. She tried to stop whatever was happening, but it was too late and she was sent flying back across her modest living room. There was a crash, like thunder inside her home, and as she moved to sit up she found herself staring up at an unfamiliar man standing in the middle of her living room.

Smoke clung to him, residuals from her spell. She’d summoned someone? No, something. She scrambled to her feet, coughing and body tingling as she stared wide-eyed, heart racing in terror. Another demon? Please, no.

❛  i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you .  ❜

This guilt must be heavy as a rock tied to the angel's feet. Something he keeps dragging around, running in circles. Cain remembers their first encounter, back when hunger for bloodshed still drove him, recalls Gadreel's apology. An explanation behind his failure to keep Lucifer out of Eden. So his reaction now? A tired slow-blink, the sigh exhaled barely audible ere he tosses the recent slice of chopped wood on the pile beside him.

" You didn't hurt me ", Cain clarifies flatly, grabbing the next piece to place it on the stump. " You hurt my mother, my father... " He swings the axe, splitting wood cracks. " And last but not least, yourself. " That's when he pins Gadreel under a pointed stare, head canting minimally to the side. " It'd do you good to stop reducing your existence to that one mistake. " Easier said than done, he knows.

the morningstar has never set foot in this new universe , though he is aware of the actions of this reality's lucifer ⸻ and he's had to bite his cheek multiple times to refrain from sneering . the manipulations , the lies , the torturing ; no , lucifer does not care for this dimension's devil at all . and yet ⸻ there is one reason he is here . ❛ gadreel . ❜ soft voice beckons , eyes and expression gentle as attention alights on the near-seraphim . ❛ it is an honor to finally see you through these eyes , brother , and not those of the lucifer you know . ❜

standing abruptly from his seat , he leaves without excusing himself , steps out into the chill of the night where he can at last feel like he can breathe . makes his way to the side of the building and crumbles ⸻ heavy fist lashes out against the stone wall , the crack of knuckles almost as loud as thunder ; sob rips from his chest as forceful tears fall , unrestrained and broken . what a king you are , thorin oakenshield . at the sound of footsteps , he turns away , hiding his face ⸻ hiding his shame ⸻ and prays whoever it is will walk on by . when they don't , when the steps stop not even a stone's throw away from him , he balks in his assumption . ignores the vulnerable crack in his voice . ❛ not now , balin . please , just ⸻ i need a moment . ❜

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