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my_own_advocate) wrote2021-07-22 10:20 am
my_own_advocate) wrote2021-07-22 10:20 am
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Lucifer's Penthouse, Thursday
It had been days since Dad had announced His retirement and left. Lucifer supposed he should feel relieved by now, or elated. Dad was... vacating their lives for good. And there was no doubt who His successor would be: Amenadiel, who had trained for this for his entire long celestial life.
He could admit in the privacy of his own head that Amenadiel would make a far better God than their Father had ever been.
Not for the first time in the past... month? Had it been a month? Lucifer thought about how they should be headed home. To the Rouge, and its nostalgic sailor aesthetic that, again in the privacy of his own thoughts, Lucifer could admit he sort of missed.
Perhaps it was the matter of Daniel and his well-deserved revenge that kept his thoughts so messy and his feet firmly placed within the boundaries of Los Angeles county. That had to be it. No?
Lucifer poured himself another glass of scotch and leaned against the bar, contemplating the bottles. He did still like this apartment, he mused, so there was that.
[[ expecting one, but open for phone calls ]]
He could admit in the privacy of his own head that Amenadiel would make a far better God than their Father had ever been.
Not for the first time in the past... month? Had it been a month? Lucifer thought about how they should be headed home. To the Rouge, and its nostalgic sailor aesthetic that, again in the privacy of his own thoughts, Lucifer could admit he sort of missed.
Perhaps it was the matter of Daniel and his well-deserved revenge that kept his thoughts so messy and his feet firmly placed within the boundaries of Los Angeles county. That had to be it. No?
Lucifer poured himself another glass of scotch and leaned against the bar, contemplating the bottles. He did still like this apartment, he mused, so there was that.
[[ expecting one, but open for phone calls ]]
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Like kissing, apparently.
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So Duke let his lips do the talking for him. And his hands. Keeping things slow and easy without relenting a bit.