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riverviewlogs2017-06-09 10:46 pm
couldkillthedevil) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-09 10:46 pm
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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.]
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.]