[He's gonna choose to believe that leaving the door cracked is an invitation - it's clearly meant as one, letting the Grim Reaper wander in without any issues. (Is he actually going to tell someone, someday, that he can't cross thresholds without invitations? Maybe. Someday.)
But he's smiling, big and warm and excited to hear whatever it is Lucifer needs to talk about...
... And stops, completely stunned by the sheer amount of duckies. Looking around at all of them, before looking at Lucifer with a blink or two.]
I am physically well, if that's what you mean. But...I'm contemplating and hinted at something rather large recently with my boyfriend and I just need friends to talk to. It just so happens most of my friends have benefits attached but I'm not much in the mood for that.
Do you want to sit first? Have a drink of tea before I ramble at you?
[Already moving to do so, because yeah, it would be more polite to sit and have the tea that was offered to him. Moving some rubber ducks out of his chair... but still. Once he's got the tea in his hands, though -]
I hope you know that the "with benefits" part includes many other benefits beyond just sex, sire. At least when I am concerned. I'm self-trained in psychology, therapy, and counseling - if there is anything troubling you, I'd hope you would feel comfortable talking to me as much as you need.
...
That said, if you're implying what I think you are implying, I must ask - you aren't... looking for advice from me, are you? My only experience with such things was being sat down by my father and being told he was picking out a wife for me so I'd stop looking at men.
[Lucifer smiles slightly and sips his tea before putting it aside.]
Advice. Therapy, psychology, friendly chat. Not so much advice. Also your father sounds like a right dick and you can be with and marry whomever you want. May that man be in a Hell where he steps on small building blocks and never sees a duck again.
...Anyway. Um. Funny you pinged marriage because I am wanting to ask Macaque to marry me. But the last time I...married my love it...didn't end well. And I'm suddenly filled with anxiety of what if that happens again and he leaves me and never answers my calls or message and can I actually survive that again? But part of me says he never would but I'm still kinda scared.
Funny - just the other day, Evangeline and I had been discussing how much we hope my father's being tormented for eternity.
[Said with a horrible little grin as Louis lifts his own tea to take a sip from - though his eyebrows raise in surprised little arcs as Lucifer continues talking. Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself, wanted to talk to him - him! A lowly half-angel, half-demon, half-human, patchworked and Frankensteined mess! - because he's... Scared?
He had no idea Lucifer could even BE scared, considering he's a wholeass fallen angel. Were angels supposed to be able to feel fear? Aside from the fear of God, maybe?
After a moment, he places his tea on the table again.]
... Well, Your Majesty... that does sound to be a very normal fear to have in such a situation. You have gone through such a thing once before, and from the sounds of it, you have never attempted marriage again since - It's natural to be afraid of it going south once again.
In fact, I have gone through something similar. In life, the only friendship I ever had to my name ended in... well - It's the reason I am a Grim Reaper, dead, with my face disfigured.
[Already feeling his scar, completely on autopilot.]
For a long time, I've been afraid of attempting friendship with anyone again. Truthfully, I am still in that place - it's somewhat terrifying that you refer to me as your friend so easily. And yet...
You and I are good friends regardless, aren't we? Despite my one friendship going so sour before, enough to leave such an impression upon me. Would you say you're ready to murder me for any reason?
[Lucifer looks up at Louis and watches him. The way his hand touches his scar. His one friend killed him. Murdered him. Betrayed him. His face softens. It makes sense, the logic. He was scared since it happened once. It is natural to fear a repeat.]
No. I would very much say I am not ready to murder you for any reason. I don't actually like the whole murder...thing.
People get the wrong idea about me and that, honestly. B-But that's for later. No. I value you as my friend. And I would want to protect you from pain and death. Not give it to you, Louis.
[The way he chuckles is just a soft little one - fond and warm with a matching smile. And it's a genuine smile, too. For his dear friend.]
You clearly feel a bit of discomfort at the idea, this thought of hurting me that badly. So... Wouldn't you say it's possible Macaque feels the same about you?
That he's heard of what you've gone through, and would rather be the opposite in your life? Something stable and with love that you can rely on?
...Yes. But I didn't tell him everything. Yet. Oh I should. He knows Lilith left me. But I never told him...
[Lucifer sighs and touches his ring finger, sans the ring. Still an old habit.]
She was so good at focusing on what she wanted. And she was good at ignoring the things...and the people who didn't matter. [He deflates some and grabs a rubber duck to gently pet it, just needing to do something with his hands.]
[... Honestly, he's surprised it's Lilith he married, but maybe he shouldn't be considering all the things he's read and was forcefed, growing up - But, yeah, he can already see the issue, too. The reason Lucifer's struggling with this.
Seeing the way Lucifer reaches for a rubber duck, Louis's going to go ahead and stand again - crossing over to Lucifer's chair so he can offer the devil his hand to hold instead. Or a hug, if he wants it.]
Just because you ended up not being what she wanted, doesn't mean you don't matter, Lucifer.
[No titles, no honors, nothing. Just speaking to Lucifer as his friend, now, instead of his ruler.]
Is that something you're afraid of? The idea that you don't matter...?
[Lucifer looks at the hand. He takes it, gives it a soft squeeze, and then hugs Louis. He buries his face in his friend's chest. He looks and feels so small right now.]
Heaven cast me out and left me with those Sinners. And there was nothing I could do. I couldn't DO anything. I just wanted to help but they threw me away like I didn't matter.
Then she left. She left and she never calls. She never returns even my text messages. Charlie...until recently she never called me. I was so scared to reach out I always had to find an excuse or just admit I was bored when I was lonely and I missed her. And...
What if I shouldn't matter? Is that part of my punishment, even outside of Hell?
[Already, Louis's wrapping his arms around Lucifer and holding him close - even reaching up to take that hat, moving it to Lucifer's desk so he can stroke the devil's hair with warmth.]
...
May I show you something? It's... something very personal. But... I feel it may give you something solid - something real - to prove that you do matter.
[Louis gives him a nod in return, and - keeping one hand atop Lucifer's head - he reaches out... to take one of those rubber ducks. That, too, gets placed on Lucifer's desk, and he holds his hand over it...
And after just a second, a pink-orange flame alights on the duck's back to burn an image onto it. Once the flames die away, leaving nothing but a glittering, glowing light behind, he takes the duck and moves it closer so Lucifer can see it.]
...
This... is my seal. As a Grim Reaper. It is formed from curves and points taken from the letters in my name - my real name - and is what binds my real name so that it has full control over me. The colors and shapes that form it are all taken from my subconscious, things that symbolized things that were deeply, deeply important to me.
The moon, from my nocturnal nature and my deep-running love of the night and its solitude. The Eye of Providence, taken from the useless currency I was forced to revolve my entire life around, as the heir to a wealthy family. The color pink, so bright and overtaking the seal, as it's my very favorite. And...
A pentagram. For you.
While I was alive, a lowly human, I often told myself I believed in nothing as it comforted me more than whatever stupid teachings I had been forced to take - but in the back of my mind, always, I thought of you. That there was something as powerful and beautiful as an angel that was just as unwanted and shunned as I was. This thought was something that comforted me in some very dark moments; to the point that I began to revolve my entire styling around you and those associated with you. Surely you've noticed I own earrings with your own sigil by now, hm?
But... I promise you, I am not the only one who ever felt this way, either. Ignoring those crazed people who drank blood and somehow deeply believed you wanted the suffering of others - There were many people who simply loved you for who you are, and what you meant to them. You mattered deeply to them, just as you do to me. Thousands of people felt this way. All over the surface of the Earth.
Just because your ex-wife felt you didn't matter to her, doesn't mean you don't matter at all. And... something tells me that Macaque likely feels this very strongly, himself. Otherwise, why would you feel so loved by him that you wish to marry him, hm?
[...
And now he lifts the duck, so he can hold it out for Lucifer to take.]
... This is imbued with my own power, by the way. You can use it to invoke my carefree state of mind, temporarily - though it only works the one time. Simply hold it in your hand, and call my true name - "Lazarus."
Though, ah - that's such an important trait of mind, I would appreciate a text beforehand so I know what to expect...
[Otherwise, he'll end up a paranoid mess in the middle of a cafe or something. Ellipsa doesn't really need that, probably.]
[Lucifer is quiet as he watches the demonstration. His eyes flicking between the mark and Louis as he explains it. What every piece means. Then comes the pentagram and what it represents. His eyes widen. Humans who resonate with him? Those unwanted actually think of him? Not in fear or hatred but wonder and sympathy? Mutual respect. Louis being one.
Tears well up in his eyes. He gently takes the duck and looks it over. Then he sets it down so he can stand and hug his friend again. He hugs him tight, lifting Louis up off the floor about an inch.]
...Thank you. And I'm here for you too. If you ever need me and can't call for any reason. Just draw a pentagram in something and say my name. I'll be there. My wonderful friend. Heh. Your parents were obviously religious but couldn't they go with something less...tied to doom? Like Noah. I mean...maybe a bad example.
Abel? ...No same problem.
Um. Uh. No that wouldn't...
...Nevermind. Point is, I appreciate this so so much. [He finally sets Louis down.] And all of that is safe with me. I won't tell a soul.
[Just because this is the kind of person that Louis is, the hug manages to squeeze a squeak out of him - but he returns it immediately, no hesitation, even as he's lifted up from the floor. He had no idea Lucifer was strong enough for this, but honestly, why would he ever think otherwise... it's Lucifer? Lucifer Morningstar???
Even once he's back on his feet, though, he doesn't pull away - instead holding Lucifer tighter for just a moment.]
Mmm. If you ever feel so unwanted again... please know that all of us - not just myself, but all who felt that way - think of you as the lightbringer for a reason.
[And now he lets go, opting instead to take Lucifer's face and give him a big, bright smile.]
You are the Morningstar, sire. ... And you may call me anytime you need someone to remind you have that.
...
As an aside... it's truly for the best my name wasn't Abel. The one who killed me already has such a deep complex about it, he wanders around Nightwake with a hatchet strapped to his belt to "remind him of his sins" - No one needs that added to the fire.
[Lucifer smiles softly and touches the hands on his face. He nods. He believes them. Words like this couldn't be false, right? Not when they shine in Louis's eyes. Like starlight.]
All I ever wanted was to create. Have big bold ideas. I guess this is another big bold idea. Marriage again. And it won't just be some small affair.
Thank you. I...I needed to hear this. All of it.
I mean, you're probably right on that. Especially if he carries a hatchet. Wait. A hatchet? He murdered you with a hatchet?
[You know what? You know what? Louis's going to be brave for once in his life. Because, honestly, seeing Lucifer smiling up at him like that... he can't help but to be brave, if only for a second.
Namely... he's going to lean in to give the devil just the quickest, chastest little peck, as if they aren't, you know, friends with benefits who've already gone to town on each other at least once. And then, with that same energy of "why are you like this, you guys literally fuck", he steps back and folds his arms behind himself politely, as if he's pretending he didn't just do that.
And, yes, that little peck is his response to all of those thanks. He's even flushing a little over it. Idiot.]
Well - where else do you think scars like this would come from? It's not as though some teenager down in Louisiana could actually acquire a sword or something, and machetes weren't his style back then.
[The kiss is quick, chaste, and just so cute. He kisses back only at the last second, mostly due to surprise. He smiles and touches his lips with his gloved hand. Still he smiles, blushing gold under his pale cheeks. Then the next part is said and he makes a rather flat judgmental expression.]
I have a feeling I know who it is and I'm not going to get in the middle but fucking rude.
[Looking at Lucifer from the corner of his eye... yeah, he sees that gold blush. And that's so cute? What the fuck? He's got gold blood too, why doesn't he blush gold??
(Probably because he's not Literally Fallen Angel Lucifer Morningstar:tm:.)]
Hm... to be fair to him, it was over a decade ago. He was young and stupid, as was I. And he has plenty of scars attributed to me, as well.
Though, I do still loathe and despise him for it. It wasn't even the hatchet that killed me - I'm assigned to collect the souls of those who drown in their own blood, for fuck's sake. He could have at least had the decency to finish me off, but no, he had to be a coward about it.
[Moving, now, to sit back down and take his tea... and maybe pocketing one of the rubber ducks while he's here.]
... I will admit, though, that dying so horribly had strongly brought you to my mind, once I was among the dead properly. Did you know Grim Reapers have a fair-sized Luciferian population? Not where I dwelled for the last twelve years because I'm the unlucky bastard who had to drown in his own godforsaken blood, but still - even the dead adore you, sire.
[Will the wonders of just how depraved and violent free will lets humans be every stop astounding Lucifer? Maybe. One day. That day is not today. Because to drown in ones own blood sounds like quite the terrible way to go. Especially after being assaulted, in the face, by a hatchet. Not an axe. A hatchet.]
Hm. I...am glad that I could bring solace to you in such a time of need. Even...such a horrible one. Do you want another hug, by chance? Or a new duck? Or maybe a bit of alcohol for your tea? Just making sure because all of that sounds incredibly and painfully awful, Louis. I am sorry but it does.
[The stupid half-grin that had been on Louis's face falters before falling entirely, and he looks down at his tea. It's clear he hadn't actually expected warm, genuine concern in the face of all that - Back in the land of the dead, other Grim Reapers would honestly laugh about it. He's grown so used to just talking about his method of death like it's a punchline to the joke his life had been.
...
After a moment of silently staring at his drink, he lifts it to take a quiet, sober sip.]
... I suppose I wouldn't mind another duck. Alcohol wouldn't do much for me, I'm afraid - As a Grim Reaper, I'm immune to such things. I drink regardless, as it helps dilute the toxins in my blood and bring me a moment of clarity, but...
...
No, a duck is fine. There's an empty spot on my shelf, back in my suite.
[Lucifer feels like he ruined the moment. Was it so easy to talk about for Louis? For Grim Reapers? He hums and sits back. He taps his foot in thought of the duck. He stands up and reaches out to gently put his finger under Louis's chin and looks into his eyes.]
I'll think of a duck buuut I might have another idea. You like karaoke by chance?
[Well, if Lucifer's going to do that - Louis's going to reach up and gently take that hand of his, just to softly press his cheek into the devil's palm.]
It would be silly if I didn't, Your Excellency - I sing professionally, after all.
[And now, rubbing his cheek into Lucifer's palm as if he's a cat... the smile on his face has picked right back up and everything.]
Frankly, sire, you ought to have realized by now that I'll do anything you ask of me, oughtn't you? You could ask me to sit and listen to number stations with you, and I would do it without question.
...
But yes, I'll obviously sing with you. Singing is one of the few things I enjoy - something that's mine and mine alone.
[As in, not influenced by his father in any way. If anything, he probably used to tell Louis to stop singing.]
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(Is he actually going to tell someone, someday, that he can't cross thresholds without invitations? Maybe. Someday.)
But he's smiling, big and warm and excited to hear whatever it is Lucifer needs to talk about...
... And stops, completely stunned by the sheer amount of duckies. Looking around at all of them, before looking at Lucifer with a blink or two.]
...
Are you feeling alright, Your Excellency?
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I am physically well, if that's what you mean. But...I'm contemplating and hinted at something rather large recently with my boyfriend and I just need friends to talk to. It just so happens most of my friends have benefits attached but I'm not much in the mood for that.
Do you want to sit first? Have a drink of tea before I ramble at you?
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[Already moving to do so, because yeah, it would be more polite to sit and have the tea that was offered to him.
Moving some rubber ducks out of his chair... but still. Once he's got the tea in his hands, though -]
I hope you know that the "with benefits" part includes many other benefits beyond just sex, sire. At least when I am concerned.
I'm self-trained in psychology, therapy, and counseling - if there is anything troubling you, I'd hope you would feel comfortable talking to me as much as you need.
...
That said, if you're implying what I think you are implying, I must ask - you aren't... looking for advice from me, are you?
My only experience with such things was being sat down by my father and being told he was picking out a wife for me so I'd stop looking at men.
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Advice. Therapy, psychology, friendly chat. Not so much advice. Also your father sounds like a right dick and you can be with and marry whomever you want. May that man be in a Hell where he steps on small building blocks and never sees a duck again.
...Anyway. Um. Funny you pinged marriage because I am wanting to ask Macaque to marry me. But the last time I...married my love it...didn't end well. And I'm suddenly filled with anxiety of what if that happens again and he leaves me and never answers my calls or message and can I actually survive that again? But part of me says he never would but I'm still kinda scared.
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[Said with a horrible little grin as Louis lifts his own tea to take a sip from - though his eyebrows raise in surprised little arcs as Lucifer continues talking.
Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself, wanted to talk to him - him! A lowly half-angel, half-demon, half-human, patchworked and Frankensteined mess! - because he's...
Scared?
He had no idea Lucifer could even BE scared, considering he's a wholeass fallen angel. Were angels supposed to be able to feel fear?
Aside from the fear of God, maybe?
After a moment, he places his tea on the table again.]
... Well, Your Majesty... that does sound to be a very normal fear to have in such a situation. You have gone through such a thing once before, and from the sounds of it, you have never attempted marriage again since -
It's natural to be afraid of it going south once again.
In fact, I have gone through something similar. In life, the only friendship I ever had to my name ended in... well -
It's the reason I am a Grim Reaper, dead, with my face disfigured.
[Already feeling his scar, completely on autopilot.]
For a long time, I've been afraid of attempting friendship with anyone again. Truthfully, I am still in that place - it's somewhat terrifying that you refer to me as your friend so easily.
And yet...
You and I are good friends regardless, aren't we? Despite my one friendship going so sour before, enough to leave such an impression upon me.
Would you say you're ready to murder me for any reason?
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No. I would very much say I am not ready to murder you for any reason. I don't actually like the whole murder...thing.
People get the wrong idea about me and that, honestly. B-But that's for later. No. I value you as my friend. And I would want to protect you from pain and death. Not give it to you, Louis.
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[The way he chuckles is just a soft little one - fond and warm with a matching smile.
And it's a genuine smile, too. For his dear friend.]
You clearly feel a bit of discomfort at the idea, this thought of hurting me that badly. So...
Wouldn't you say it's possible Macaque feels the same about you?
That he's heard of what you've gone through, and would rather be the opposite in your life? Something stable and with love that you can rely on?
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[Lucifer sighs and touches his ring finger, sans the ring. Still an old habit.]
She was so good at focusing on what she wanted. And she was good at ignoring the things...and the people who didn't matter. [He deflates some and grabs a rubber duck to gently pet it, just needing to do something with his hands.]
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But, yeah, he can already see the issue, too. The reason Lucifer's struggling with this.
Seeing the way Lucifer reaches for a rubber duck, Louis's going to go ahead and stand again - crossing over to Lucifer's chair so he can offer the devil his hand to hold instead.
Or a hug, if he wants it.]
Just because you ended up not being what she wanted, doesn't mean you don't matter, Lucifer.
[No titles, no honors, nothing. Just speaking to Lucifer as his friend, now, instead of his ruler.]
Is that something you're afraid of? The idea that you don't matter...?
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Heaven cast me out and left me with those Sinners. And there was nothing I could do. I couldn't DO anything. I just wanted to help but they threw me away like I didn't matter.
Then she left. She left and she never calls. She never returns even my text messages. Charlie...until recently she never called me. I was so scared to reach out I always had to find an excuse or just admit I was bored when I was lonely and I missed her. And...
What if I shouldn't matter? Is that part of my punishment, even outside of Hell?
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...
May I show you something? It's... something very personal. But... I feel it may give you something solid - something real - to prove that you do matter.
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You're offering so...if you are okay with it, a-alright. I trust you.
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That, too, gets placed on Lucifer's desk, and he holds his hand over it...
And after just a second, a pink-orange flame alights on the duck's back to burn an image onto it.
Once the flames die away, leaving nothing but a glittering, glowing light behind, he takes the duck and moves it closer so Lucifer can see it.]
...
This... is my seal. As a Grim Reaper. It is formed from curves and points taken from the letters in my name - my real name - and is what binds my real name so that it has full control over me.
The colors and shapes that form it are all taken from my subconscious, things that symbolized things that were deeply, deeply important to me.
The moon, from my nocturnal nature and my deep-running love of the night and its solitude. The Eye of Providence, taken from the useless currency I was forced to revolve my entire life around, as the heir to a wealthy family.
The color pink, so bright and overtaking the seal, as it's my very favorite. And...
A pentagram. For you.
While I was alive, a lowly human, I often told myself I believed in nothing as it comforted me more than whatever stupid teachings I had been forced to take - but in the back of my mind, always, I thought of you.
That there was something as powerful and beautiful as an angel that was just as unwanted and shunned as I was. This thought was something that comforted me in some very dark moments; to the point that I began to revolve my entire styling around you and those associated with you.
Surely you've noticed I own earrings with your own sigil by now, hm?
But... I promise you, I am not the only one who ever felt this way, either. Ignoring those crazed people who drank blood and somehow deeply believed you wanted the suffering of others -
There were many people who simply loved you for who you are, and what you meant to them. You mattered deeply to them, just as you do to me.
Thousands of people felt this way. All over the surface of the Earth.
Just because your ex-wife felt you didn't matter to her, doesn't mean you don't matter at all. And... something tells me that Macaque likely feels this very strongly, himself.
Otherwise, why would you feel so loved by him that you wish to marry him, hm?
[...
And now he lifts the duck, so he can hold it out for Lucifer to take.]
... This is imbued with my own power, by the way. You can use it to invoke my carefree state of mind, temporarily - though it only works the one time.
Simply hold it in your hand, and call my true name - "Lazarus."
Though, ah - that's such an important trait of mind, I would appreciate a text beforehand so I know what to expect...
[Otherwise, he'll end up a paranoid mess in the middle of a cafe or something. Ellipsa doesn't really need that, probably.]
Re: out here writing u novels i guess
Tears well up in his eyes. He gently takes the duck and looks it over. Then he sets it down so he can stand and hug his friend again. He hugs him tight, lifting Louis up off the floor about an inch.]
...Thank you. And I'm here for you too. If you ever need me and can't call for any reason. Just draw a pentagram in something and say my name. I'll be there. My wonderful friend. Heh. Your parents were obviously religious but couldn't they go with something less...tied to doom? Like Noah. I mean...maybe a bad example.
Abel? ...No same problem.
Um. Uh. No that wouldn't...
...Nevermind. Point is, I appreciate this so so much. [He finally sets Louis down.] And all of that is safe with me. I won't tell a soul.
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He had no idea Lucifer was strong enough for this, but honestly, why would he ever think otherwise... it's Lucifer? Lucifer Morningstar???
Even once he's back on his feet, though, he doesn't pull away - instead holding Lucifer tighter for just a moment.]
Mmm. If you ever feel so unwanted again... please know that all of us - not just myself, but all who felt that way - think of you as the lightbringer for a reason.
[And now he lets go, opting instead to take Lucifer's face and give him a big, bright smile.]
You are the Morningstar, sire. ... And you may call me anytime you need someone to remind you have that.
...
As an aside... it's truly for the best my name wasn't Abel. The one who killed me already has such a deep complex about it, he wanders around Nightwake with a hatchet strapped to his belt to "remind him of his sins" -
No one needs that added to the fire.
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All I ever wanted was to create. Have big bold ideas. I guess this is another big bold idea. Marriage again. And it won't just be some small affair.
Thank you. I...I needed to hear this. All of it.
I mean, you're probably right on that. Especially if he carries a hatchet. Wait. A hatchet? He murdered you with a hatchet?
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[You know what? You know what?
Louis's going to be brave for once in his life. Because, honestly, seeing Lucifer smiling up at him like that... he can't help but to be brave, if only for a second.
Namely... he's going to lean in to give the devil just the quickest, chastest little peck, as if they aren't, you know, friends with benefits who've already gone to town on each other at least once.
And then, with that same energy of "why are you like this, you guys literally fuck", he steps back and folds his arms behind himself politely, as if he's pretending he didn't just do that.
And, yes, that little peck is his response to all of those thanks. He's even flushing a little over it. Idiot.]
Well - where else do you think scars like this would come from? It's not as though some teenager down in Louisiana could actually acquire a sword or something, and machetes weren't his style back then.
...
They are now. But not back then.
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I have a feeling I know who it is and I'm not going to get in the middle but fucking rude.
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He's got gold blood too, why doesn't he blush gold??
(Probably because he's not Literally Fallen Angel Lucifer Morningstar:tm:.)]
Hm... to be fair to him, it was over a decade ago. He was young and stupid, as was I.
And he has plenty of scars attributed to me, as well.
Though, I do still loathe and despise him for it. It wasn't even the hatchet that killed me - I'm assigned to collect the souls of those who drown in their own blood, for fuck's sake.
He could have at least had the decency to finish me off, but no, he had to be a coward about it.
[Moving, now, to sit back down and take his tea... and maybe pocketing one of the rubber ducks while he's here.]
... I will admit, though, that dying so horribly had strongly brought you to my mind, once I was among the dead properly. Did you know Grim Reapers have a fair-sized Luciferian population?
Not where I dwelled for the last twelve years because I'm the unlucky bastard who had to drown in his own godforsaken blood, but still - even the dead adore you, sire.
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Hm. I...am glad that I could bring solace to you in such a time of need. Even...such a horrible one. Do you want another hug, by chance? Or a new duck? Or maybe a bit of alcohol for your tea? Just making sure because all of that sounds incredibly and painfully awful, Louis. I am sorry but it does.
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[The stupid half-grin that had been on Louis's face falters before falling entirely, and he looks down at his tea. It's clear he hadn't actually expected warm, genuine concern in the face of all that -
Back in the land of the dead, other Grim Reapers would honestly laugh about it. He's grown so used to just talking about his method of death like it's a punchline to the joke his life had been.
...
After a moment of silently staring at his drink, he lifts it to take a quiet, sober sip.]
... I suppose I wouldn't mind another duck. Alcohol wouldn't do much for me, I'm afraid -
As a Grim Reaper, I'm immune to such things. I drink regardless, as it helps dilute the toxins in my blood and bring me a moment of clarity, but...
...
No, a duck is fine. There's an empty spot on my shelf, back in my suite.
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I'll think of a duck buuut I might have another idea. You like karaoke by chance?
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[Well, if Lucifer's going to do that - Louis's going to reach up and gently take that hand of his, just to softly press his cheek into the devil's palm.]
It would be silly if I didn't, Your Excellency - I sing professionally, after all.
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Will you sing with me? [His thumb brushes across Louis's cheek gently as he asks.]
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Frankly, sire, you ought to have realized by now that I'll do anything you ask of me, oughtn't you?
You could ask me to sit and listen to number stations with you, and I would do it without question.
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But yes, I'll obviously sing with you. Singing is one of the few things I enjoy - something that's mine and mine alone.
[As in, not influenced by his father in any way. If anything, he probably used to tell Louis to stop singing.]
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