â ââ i am sorry, mister, do you have any PROBLEM with that? â
âș * &. â â§ starter call âą accepting  ⻠@reignedhell
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â ââ i am sorry, mister, do you have any PROBLEM with that? â
âș * &. â â§ starter call âą accepting  ⻠@reignedhell

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âYou infected my mind.â
â   what does that mean ?  hey  â  talk to me.   â
a last - ditch effort to gain a little traction,  but heâs looking at her like she committed the ultimate breach of trust  &  itâs  terrifying.    âȘ  maybe heâs telling the truth.  maybe heâs been telling the truth all this time like he said he would  &  she was too obstinate to allow even a hypothetical scenario in which it could be real.  when i see something i canât explain,  yeah,  i look for answers.  he bled when her bullet grazed him,  just like anyone else would.  the devil doesnât bleed, right ?  the devil doesnât exist.  maybe  âââââââ  â«
do i scare you ?
no.
â Â Â lucifer. Â Â â
maybe none of it matters,  because at the end of the day none of it changes what  DOES :  heâs made quite the lasting impression.  somewhere along the line,  he managed to get under her skin in a way that she just canât seem to shake.  &  she cares.  probably more than she should.  it wonât end well for  either  of them.
she takes one cautious step towards him,  a measured approach,  testing the waters ;  heâs never looked at her like this before.  she doesnât like it.  canât reconcile the man in front of her with the man whoâs  HAD HER BACK  at almost every turn for the last seven months.
â Â Â okay. Â letâs say i believe you. Â Â â
three feet away  &  she stays put,  doesnât break eye contact.
â   letâs say  â  you really are who you say you are.  start there.  now are you gonna tell me whatâs got you so scared,  or do we have to keep going in circles âtil i figure it out myself ?   â
inception starters. Â // accepting !
âIâm insured against kidnapping for up to 10 million.â
â   can you  â  can you at least  PRETEND  to be taking this seriously ?   â
it never fails :  back to the grindstone for a matter of minutes  &  heâs already on his third punchline.  nothing she hasnât grown accustomed to,  except for the fact that heâs been trailing after her like a puppy for the past couple of weeks,  complaining,  quipping,  &  babbling in that way people do when theyâre nervous.    âȘ  not for a lack of trying,  but he  STILL  wonât tell her whatâs wrong.  â«
she ducks her head as she side - steps him,  mostly to hide an exasperated smile that isnât  â  in spite of her best efforts  â  without a dash of genuine fondness.
actually, Â she almost laughs.
â   i think youâre safe,  anyway.  nobody wants to kidnap a guy who never  shuts up.   â
inception starters. Â // accepting !
reignedhell
 reignedhell whaddup hellions.it me twin ah, yes,...
luci: iâm gonna kick my own ass
lucifer: thereâs more interesting things we could do than kick each otherâs asses what is wrong with you.
reignedhell whaddup hellions.
it me twin
ah, yes, itâs .... looks at smudged writing on hand, lug fur mourning stir. ( ilu armie )
becomeshope:Â whaddup hellions.
M Y C HI L D !!!!!
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â donât leave. â
â   okay,  you know what ?  thatâs it.  i have been walking on eggshells with you for  WEEKS  now,  just hoping that  MAYBE  youâd come around  &  actually  tell me  whatâs wrong instead of  â  instead of shutting me out,  &  i am  done.  what the  hell  is going on with you,  lucifer ?  i mean,  what could possibly be so terrible that you canât even  TALK  to me ??   â
her voice raises without breaking into a full - blown shout,  but thereâs an edge of desperation to it that makes her physically cringe.  sheâs frustrated ;  even more than that,  sheâs  WORRIED.  &  worry manifests into something that feels a lot like fear,  because it dries her throat  &  leaves a leaden pit in her stomach every time she looks at him.  i will never lie to you.  he told her that months ago.  lying by omission isnât better.Â
itâs almost  worse.
â   iâm sorry,  iâm  âââââââ   â    a long,  leveled breath is drawn in  &  released.  tone softens,  quietly distills as concern settles itself into the crease between furrowed brows.  three tentative steps close the literal distance between them while doing  nothing  to span the metaphorical.    â   i just mean  â  you can trust me.  i shouldnât have to tell you that.  &  this  â  whatever this is  â  i want to help.   â
the rest is unsaid, Â writ in steady eye contact :
iâm not going anywhere.
two word starters. Â // accepting !
â kiss me. â
â   nice try.   â    UNBELIEVABLE.  if she has to give him credit for anything,  itâs his determination.  she repositions on the couch,  angled so that her back presses against the armrest  &  she can face him fully.  dinner was a stilted affair,  forced civility between him  &  the still colorfully named  detective douche,  any awkward lulls in conversation reliably filled by trixieâs innocent chatter.  dan left before dessert.  thereâs a nagging voice in the back of her mind that says  call him,  check in,  but the pinot grigio makes it a hell of a lot simpler to focus on whatâs in front of her.
â   wait.  so,  i say i  owe  you one  &  you  â  let me see if iâm getting this right.   â    sheâs too sober to account for the swell of laughter that builds in her chest,  the smile pulling at each corner of her mouth  &  the way a hand lifts to cover it.    â    out of  everything  you could ask for,  THIS  is the favor youâre calling in ?   â
oddly endearing in its childishness,  a decisive step down from the innuendos  &  recurring attempts to get her into bed that,  at some point,  started to feel like a  TEST  of her own resolve.  itâs a shadowy line.  they toe the edge every day.  you canât deny that thereâs a connection between us.
maybe,  then,  a  test  is the whole point.  like a first date  â  not that sheâd call this a date :  most of the time you know  before  the kiss,  but sometimes thatâs what it takes.  a definitive yes or no.  smile fades,  eyes achingly bright,  sheâs looking right at him  &  she  still  canât figure him out,  even now,  even after getting this far  &  establishing this  TRUST  that doesnât come easily.  sheâs letting her guard down,  again.
â Â âââââââ Â okay. Â â
a softer tone than before.  less  self - assured.  she leans in,  smells the subtle musk of cologne  &  the sweet residue of his last drink that somehow  DOESNâT  turn her stomach.  absurd,  vexing,  like so much about him.
leans in an inch further. Â she isnât drunk this time.
sheâs almost  too  clearheaded.Â
there are no fireworks when their mouths finally meet,  no orchestral crescendo :  but itâs  warm.  somehow impossibly familiar.  nothing hesitant,  nothing clumsy or uncertain.  lips part  &  itâs an open invitation to keep going.  truth be told,  itâs  better  than she expected.
he wonât let her live this one down.
two word starters. Â // accepting !
â youâre perfect. â
â   no,  iâm  âââââââ  really  not.   â
her face is starting to feel warm,  but sheâll blame that on half a glass of wine  &  not enough central AC.  theyâre still walking this tightrope thatâs as maddening as it is comforting,  &  sheâs running pretty low on excuses of the  WHY NOT  kind.  then it starts to feel warm  everywhere  until she has to look away,  smile into her glass,  reflect in that half - drunk,  half - sober way that either illustrates poor judgment or the only time things have any clarity.  she hasnât decided.
â Â Â i donât know what it is about you. Â Â â
pondered thoughtfully,  unexpectedly,  with no real prompt for the sentiment.  words often come a little easier,  with a little more  VULNERABILITY,  at times like this.  when itâs quiet.  when thereâs no one around but the two of them.
â   i mean,  youâre clearly nuts.   â    teasing,  a turn of her head to smile instead across the finite space between her  &  him.    â   you are  â  INFURIATING,  on a good day.  but for some reason,  itâs like  â  most of the time youâre the only person who has my back.  the only person i can  trust.  is that crazy ?   â
two word starters. Â // accepting !