#thread: lucifer

“I would hardly say I ran in here like a lunatic- I’m hardly mad.” He commented lightly, looking at her through dark lashes. He took in a deep breath, and leaned against her dresser, looking over the contents that sat on top, unmoved since the day she’d died. “Mireya, something happened to you.” He stated simply- there was no point in dancing around the matter delicately. 

“Hey, you.” Ian called to Lucifer from the couch in the common space of the mansion, leaning back as the other came into view. “I have a question for you. And it’s not an easy one. But you have you to provide an answer, not matter how hard it is.” He said. “Deal?” He asked, not willing to ask the question until they agreed to the terms and conditions. What was the point in him getting excited in asking when they might not even provide an answer?