Her picture graced the grime on the door
WHO: Lucifer and YOU
WHAT: Open log with anyone who spots Lucifer wandering around in a dress that's several sizes too small.
WHERE: Somewhere in Truth or Consequences
WHEN: Valentine's Day, about ten in the morning.
WARNINGS: Uh... Lucifer? Fun with total absence of gender identity?
SUMMARY: Lucifer changes in public, doesn't notice. Situational awareness is for losers. Also, I won't be updating omg quickfast for a while, as I'm dashing this out before a date. Ta!
Attachment to gender identity and meaningless scraps of meat is an entirely human concept in Lucifer's world; she has no gender identities the way the average human has no tail or antennae. A thousand strange things have happened to her or around her, and strange things still happen because of her very presence every day: thus, it makes perfect sense that she doesn't notice when her vessel's body changes on the morning of the 14th, and that she carried on what she was doing without worry.
Which is how it happened that there's a large man wandering around Truth or Consequences in a floaty white dress that's almost completely out of place on his frame. It's not entirely clear from the outside. He takes a seat on a bench in what passes for their park, watching traffic and the world go by, looking up at the sky as if searching. Lucifer can't see the heavens, the stars, or the planets in far-away galaxy with the same crystal clarity he's used to - not in this world of glass domes and a whole maimed reality in a snowglobe distorting the picture to the celestial heights beyond like a bad TV signal. His dress doesn't quite fit.
The angel isn't quite oblivious to the looks he's getting but doesn't know or care why he's getting them. It hardly matters. Either way Lucifer's a burning flame stuck in a skin too small, feeling rot and ache at the edges.
WHAT: Open log with anyone who spots Lucifer wandering around in a dress that's several sizes too small.
WHERE: Somewhere in Truth or Consequences
WHEN: Valentine's Day, about ten in the morning.
WARNINGS: Uh... Lucifer? Fun with total absence of gender identity?
SUMMARY: Lucifer changes in public, doesn't notice. Situational awareness is for losers. Also, I won't be updating omg quickfast for a while, as I'm dashing this out before a date. Ta!
Attachment to gender identity and meaningless scraps of meat is an entirely human concept in Lucifer's world; she has no gender identities the way the average human has no tail or antennae. A thousand strange things have happened to her or around her, and strange things still happen because of her very presence every day: thus, it makes perfect sense that she doesn't notice when her vessel's body changes on the morning of the 14th, and that she carried on what she was doing without worry.
Which is how it happened that there's a large man wandering around Truth or Consequences in a floaty white dress that's almost completely out of place on his frame. It's not entirely clear from the outside. He takes a seat on a bench in what passes for their park, watching traffic and the world go by, looking up at the sky as if searching. Lucifer can't see the heavens, the stars, or the planets in far-away galaxy with the same crystal clarity he's used to - not in this world of glass domes and a whole maimed reality in a snowglobe distorting the picture to the celestial heights beyond like a bad TV signal. His dress doesn't quite fit.
The angel isn't quite oblivious to the looks he's getting but doesn't know or care why he's getting them. It hardly matters. Either way Lucifer's a burning flame stuck in a skin too small, feeling rot and ache at the edges.