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[couldkillthedevil]

who: Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar
what: Lucifer revealed that he's the Devil. They've got a lot to talk about.
when: June 10th
where: Community Housing Building, Floor 9
warnings: Nothing as of now.



[The world had turned upside down, apparently.

It was bad enough she'd been sent to an entirely new world, with only a promise that she'd be sent home in time. Especially when she still didn't know whether or not Trixie had been brought here, too, and just hadn't been able to get in contact with her. Unlikely, but the possibility still had anxiety resting heavy in her chest. As did the idea of there being a whole dangerous, monster-infested world out beyond the gate.

A notion she'd been more than content to disregard, until a few days ago.

A few days ago, when Lucifer had shown her his face. Or, well, his other face. That burnt, scarred, raw version that looked painful to touch. The one that proved that he was more than just the charming club-owner whose bar she'd stumbled into one day on a case. The person who he'd been trying to tell her he was the whole time.

The Devil.

She spent the last few days thinking on that, along with everything else. There were so many little things she thought back on now, things that she'd tried to figure out about him before and couldn't quite manage. Or things she'd accepted because it'd been easier than trying to pick it apart.

And honestly, maybe a small part of her had known. Or had an inkling, at least subconsciously. It's why she lets little things slide, perhaps. Or why she asked Ella about her faith one day. Or why, for a person who just figured out that the Devil and Hell and God all really existed, she was almost eerily calm. She certainly didn't fear him.

Because she meant what she said before: she knew who he was by now. And Devil or not, he was her partner. And they needed to talk. About everything.

She remembered that brief call they had over the network. It'd been positive, if unbearably strained. She knew he was concerned about her, and she'd heard the hurt and confusion in his voice even though he'd tried to hide it. So she took it upon herself to break that ice.

Bags of food in hand, reminiscent of their interrupted dinner that one night in his penthouse, she walked steadily up towards his room on floor 9. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to knock on the door, ignoring the incessant pounding of her heart.]

Comments

[hellicious]

[On his end, Lucifer had been trying very hard to both keep his mind occupied to avoid having it run in an endless loop of self-recrimination and doubt, and still be readily available for when and if she found she wanted to continue that conversation they'd been having. The one that had halted when she'd seen his face and needed to process it.

It was better than Linda's reaction, to be sure, but it was still not exactly accepting. He'd still worked himself into knots trying to figure out how badly he'd ruined things, how he could fix it, what he could do to make this easier for her. He was still trying to wrap his own head around things; like finding himself in that wasteland, his newly regained wings, and being here. Oh, he didn't doubt they were telling the truth with their little device. He'd certainly felt displaced and out of his element before finding himself here. But that was due to someone else's actions. Someone he still wasn't sure of the identity of. Not fully, anyway.

So there was that, and there was here, and there was her. He'd gone out before, found places that served drinks he could tolerate and some he couldn't. He'd even gone over the wall, gone and found himself a quiet little clearing to examine his wings in, to remember what it was like to spread them wide, and maybe to tear up a few trees and kick a few rocks to pieces as he had a little tantrum over all these feelings that were making him feel sick and not himself.

Right now, he was at home, having cleaned himself up and set himself to rights. New suit, a fresh bottle of something to drink as he sat there and stared at the liquor in his glass, mind drifting off to what he was supposed to do now. His thoughts were disturbed by a knock, something quiet and hesitant and yet familiar. He found his own heart rate rising as he stood, moving over to open the door to a sight he wasn't sure he'd see again. Chloe. Standing there. Looking as anxious as he felt and with bags in her hand. Still, he wasn't paying much mind to anything but her, opening the door wider in quiet invitation.]

Hello.

[couldkillthedevil]

Hi.

[Well, they were off to a great start. Brilliant, Chloe. Still, his greeting was promising, as was that small gesture of opening the door wider. She stood where she was, though, not wanting to overstep. It felt like they were on the precipice of something... something hushed and fragile but unbearably large at the same time. She wanted to do this right. If there even was a right way to do this.

She held up the bags, looking more than a bit awkward, but smiled at him softly.]

I, uh. Thought you might be hungry. Unless you were already—?

[hellicious]

[He blinked, then smiled, thinking back to that run in they'd had at his place last time.]

No, no. Hadn't eaten. Come in, please.

[He stepped back this time, holding the door open for her as he looked to his place. Satan was a bit of a clean freak when he was worried. Idle hands were his own playthings, after all, and perhaps he cleaned up in hopes that he'd have someone to show it to. Either way, there was a clean suite for her to come into and he gestured for her to take a seat.]

[couldkillthedevil]

[She slipped in quietly at his invitation, briefly taking note of the suite she'd seen only a few days ago. It hadn't been long, and yet she could see the difference. He'd been busy while she was gone. She went about sitting down the bags she brought, gesturing to them as she started pulling some things out.]

I wasn't sure what you'd want, so I played it safe and got us some burgers since we... yeah.

[Smooth, Chloe.]

[hellicious]

I'm sure it's fine.

[He closed the door, pausing for a moment, then locking it. Just in case. It seemed every time something was about to happen, some epiphany between them, they were interrupted.

Not this bloody time.]

Ah, would you like a drink? I've wine.

[couldkillthedevil]

No, no, that's— water's fine.

[She wasn't exactly in a drinking mood tonight, anyway. Though that was something that could be remedied quickly, if need be. She did take note of his body language, though, the way he locked the door behind him, and found herself smiling softly to herself. Seems he had the right idea.]

[hellicious]

[Assured that they'd be left alone for the time being (hopefully), he went to go and get her a glass of water, setting it down on the table as he stood to the side, waiting for her to finish fussing as he tried not to seem like he was wanting to do the same himself.]

No ketchup?

[couldkillthedevil]

[She took the water from him gratefully, letting out a quick snort of amusement at his comment.]

Never. It's all yours.

[It's obviously smalltalk to avoid the heavier issue weighing on them, but that was fine for now. Just having that careful buffer.]

[hellicious]

Somehow, I'll survive.

[A quick quirk of his lips before he moved to sit across from her, giving her a little space while still staying close enough that he didn't feel he was hiding across the room.]

You look lovely. Are you doing well?

[couldkillthedevil]

[She dipped her head a bit at the compliment without meaning to. It was stupid how one little comment from him affected her so much, but that was how it was.]

Well enough, considering everything. I've been busy, more than anything. What about you?

[hellicious]

I was offered a job, ridiculous as it was, and I'm debating on if it's something I want to pursue or not. Can't exactly open up another Lux here, can I?

[Physically, he probably could, but really, it wouldn't be the same. And his priorities had shifted quite a bit from when he'd first landed on Earth to now.]

[couldkillthedevil]

You too?

[Well, he's got her curious now.]

What's the job?

[hellicious]

Private investigator.

[He sat back as he said that, a smirk on his face as he lifted both brows at her.]

Go on. Have a laugh.

[couldkillthedevil]

[Her lips twitched as she went to take a sip of her water, before shaking her head a bit.]

Why would I laugh? You wouldn't be bad at it. Especially with your whole mojo thing... doesn't have the thrill of homicide work, though, so you might get bored.

[hellicious]

Ah, but you're working at the police station, yes? I can always still come by and see what you're doing. Maybe you can be my contact, mm?

[couldkillthedevil]

I am, but I'm not sure how great of a contact I'd be. At least right now, anyhow. I'm not very high on their totem pole.

[hellicious]

[He waved a hand dismissively.]

You'll climb the ranks in no time. You're beyond competent and if they can't see that, then they've clearly got their heads lodged up their backside.

[couldkillthedevil]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Not that it surprised. He'd always been very supportive and trusting of her skills. It's one of the things she appreciated so much about his partnership.]

So if not the PI work, what would you do?

[hellicious]

... I don't really know. I haven't ever had to find myself doing anything.

[It was a bit of a question in and of itself. He couldn't just pop off to Hell here. Oh, sure, he could probably find people to live off, but that wasn't his way. He did for himself. Mostly. He glanced over at her before tapping his fingers on the table, watching that instead.]

What, ah... would you suggest?

[couldkillthedevil]

[She hummed in thought, considering his question for a moment.]

You've got practical skills. I think the PI job would suit you, if you applied yourself. Have you considered doing more consulting work with the police? I'm sure there's a detective there that might find your little trick useful.

Or if you didn't want to start a nightclub yourself, I'm sure there'd be places around here that'd be interested in musical talent. That might be more of a side gig, though.

[hellicious]

Would it? What, music's not a full-time occupation? For shame, Detective. I didn't think you'd be so elitist.

[He was teasing, fingers still tapping quietly as he looked up at her from under his lashes, almost coyly.]

I'll have to give it some thought. There's really only one officer of the law I have any interest in assisting.

[couldkillthedevil]

Oh, well, excuse me, then. I figured the full-time musicians were experts, is all.

[If he could tease then so could she, after all. And then he had to go ahead and say that next bit.]

And yet the sooner you ingratiate yourself in the department, the sooner we can work together once I've got the detective title again.

[hellicious]

What? Not like I haven't been playing since music was invented.

[And more than the piano, thank you. He just... liked the piano better. He was already looking at trying to find one -- or the place to put it.]

You say that like it's hard.

[couldkillthedevil]

That doesn't say much, other than that you're old.

[Literally since the dawn of time, which reminds her of just how real this whole situation was. There's still a small smile on her face, though, as she rummages through her bags to sit the food down in front of them.]

You asked me for suggestions, and I gave it.

[hellicious]

Duly noted.

[He let her fuss with the food, watching her hands as she worked, along with the rest of her. He was searching for any tension, any indication that she wanted to be anywhere but there. Anywhere but with him.]

I'll be sure to drop by the station, if only to ingratiate myself to more than you.