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betterthanaplan) wrote2022-04-01 11:19 am
betterthanaplan) wrote2022-04-01 11:19 am
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Still Haven, Maine, Friday Fandom time
So. Today had sucked. Even more than most days in this town did. Duke had a stab wound in his leg from a pen, and would likely be having nightmares about being possessed by a homicidal 20-something for the foreseeable future. Octavia had a gunshot wound in her arm, and had been locked, however briefly, in a vault. Lucifer had had to watch both of them be retraumatized, unknowing if he'd ever get either of them back whole.
But that was over now, at least. Time to reconnect, reassess, and figure out where to go from here.
[for those in the narrative, and likely slowplay. MMMMM, AFTERMATH]
But that was over now, at least. Time to reconnect, reassess, and figure out where to go from here.
[for those in the narrative, and likely slowplay. MMMMM, AFTERMATH]
Re: At the Gull
"They need me," he said softly. He was too tired to fight harder than that.
Re: At the Gull
Had Octavia spoken? She was pretty sure she hadn't meant to, would have claimed she hadn't even heard him, but there it was, hoarse and small and sad.
Re: At the Gull
Re: At the Gull
The only difference with Lucifer was that tired and sad could make him stony and determined, instead of drained and quiet.
"We all have to choose sometime," he said. "And currently you have the luxury that your choices don't have to be permanent yet."
He stopped walking when he found himself in front of Duke.
"They can sort themselves out for now," he said. "You got them to the point where they could. Now get up, we're going home."
Re: At the Gull
If he left now, he’d be abandoning them. His brother. His first love. His . . . his best friend.
But maybe Lucifer was right. Maybe Duke didn’t have anything left to give.
He stood up slowly, favoring his leg. Lifted his chin towards Octavia.
“How much did she fuck up her stitches?”
Re: At the Gull
But Lucifer had no illusions about the future. Duke would see them coming back here eventually. They just needed to not-- be here right now.
"Some, but not too badly to travel, I don't think," he said, glancing at Octavia.
Re: At the Gull
“Right.” Duke sighed. “Maybe the drive will do her good.”
He didn’t much sound like he believed it. And he wasn’t making eye contact with anyone.
Re: At the Gull
She was also definitely bleeding into the bandages around her arm again, yes, but not dramatically.
She just wanted to get home. (As impossible as that felt right now.)
Re: At the Gull
"Right," he said, reaching for his phone. "I'm calling for a portal. Can the two of you make it to the car?"
Re: At the Gull
He started for the car, head down, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Re: At the Gull
Right.
Octavia shuffled after him, but slower.