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my_own_advocate) wrote2020-07-03 11:04 pm
my_own_advocate) wrote2020-07-03 11:04 pm
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Lucifer's Mansion, Very Early Saturday Morning
Lucifer came back from his shift at the bar - and subsequent trip to the hotel - in decidedly less grand spirits than that he'd started it. Morose Duke was never good, and morose Duke over-- whatever that incredible mess was...
It had Lucifer wishing Seivarden had been around for some distraction. He hadn't exactly been in the mood to pick up somebody new, especially not after Duke had told him everything.
At least sleep would probably do him good. He let out a sigh and turned the last corner towards his house, keys already in hand.
Wait. Was there someone sitting on the steps?
[[ for someone; CW for mentions of self-harm and suicidal ideation ]]
It had Lucifer wishing Seivarden had been around for some distraction. He hadn't exactly been in the mood to pick up somebody new, especially not after Duke had told him everything.
At least sleep would probably do him good. He let out a sigh and turned the last corner towards his house, keys already in hand.
Wait. Was there someone sitting on the steps?
[[ for someone; CW for mentions of self-harm and suicidal ideation ]]
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He closed his eyes, too.