“But-but I...”

Maybe she did..? Perhaps she already knew why he fell, all (or at least most) of his displeasures with Father. His greatest vice was that he cared too much about things that god cared too little about. Such a sad paradox, but one He must’ve planned planned & this should not be questioned or judged too harshly. Lucifer was made to be the antithesis, the adversary. No others are meant to oppose quite like him. Quite like intended. Still, she felt his pain as few others dared to, for she understood the agony best out of any of god’s angels, despite not always agreeing with his displeasure.

“I see. I apologize, Lucifer. I was wrong to pry.”

Tough words with which to approach a stranger. And so Merlin laughed, equal parts amusement, confusion, surprise. 

     ❝ Oh, I wouldn’t dream —❞      he shook his head lightly, pausing mid-sentence,      ❝— ever dream of believing that. Not for me, could have a bit of trouble down that road, ❞     Merlin answered in his most nonchalant tone. He had seen too many people, friends included (and here he thought painfully of Morgana), fall down that line of thinking only to meet rather untimely ends, or at the very least live with some form of lifelong misery.  &  lifelong misery did not sound particularly pleasant when you were meant to live forever, or something like that. 

      Besides, what cause did he have now? It was not as if anyone believed in magic. Who would have thought that only when people fell out of their belief in sorcery, would he finally be at peace.

Lux is at full capacity tonight, the walls of the place all but VIBRATING with the noise that reverberates from within. Out there it’s a zoo, and Toni almost feels for those left stuck on the floor, as she moves about with ease from behind the bar, sneakers squeaking against the sticky floors that rule over the center bar. It’s non-stop physical labour, moving between grabbing bottles to making drinks, all with a barely-there smirk that best defines the attitude and aesthetic that she’s been hired to portray. Toni likes to think that the contempt that’s meant to be there is an act, but the truth is too easy to admit when she sees the frivolity with which people acted with, as they conducted themselves in the worst of ways within the club.

The big boss is one of the same sorts as their customers, always impeccably put together - always ready with cash and hedonism, always there to drink too much, and whom demanded the kind of attention that those denizens of LA were all too HAPPY to provide. But the job pays and pays all too well, and for a girl out here to make photography work without turning to some cheapskate photography to help bust up marriages, she knows there’s far further she could fall if it came to making her survival work. At least when he’s here she knows she’ll be busy swimming in tips of the night, so when someone whispers to her as they pass, he’s here, she thinks, thank fucking god.

His favourite drink’s already made before he gets there - as the most senior server tonight, she’s the one called up on deck to play her part - with or without that smile to meet up with it. “Boss. I didn’t think you’d come in on a busy night like this.” with the crush of humanity left ALL TOO CLOSE, though perhaps he doesn’t mind. Drink spun out so that he’s got it at hand, she leans in, head at an angle. “Or are you trying to escape from something else tonight? Something got you down?” she doubts she’ll get an answer or anything close to the truth, these are things that she’s come to expect by now, lips curling ever so slightly at the edges for the game that’s afoot - who’ll spot the lies, faster? Too bad she’s never won since starting here, not yet, not even close.