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Lilah, you're my only home, and I can't make it on my own.

May 09, 2010 13:49

WHO: meaculpable & wrongmagician
WHERE: the Lux
WHEN: TODAY *thunderclap*
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Tattoo removal 101. Also, deal making 101, Tim, you poor dumbass.
FORMAT: para!

( Here I stand, I'm all alone, driving down the pitch black road. )

† lucifer morningstar | n/a, † timothy hunter | the opener, *in progress

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meaculpable May 9 2010, 18:02:53 UTC

Lucifer is finishing a drink at the bar when the boy arrives. He downs the last vestiges of his Martini when the doors open behind him, and withholds an amused chuckle at Timothy's expense, already feeling his trepidation, his hesitance course through the air like some invisible ghost all too spooked over what was to come.

"Good afternoon, Timothy." the Morningstar says, turning to face the child, his face unreadable. "I was wondering when you'd find your way here."

The Lux stands mostly empty, with several tables and chairs being all that stands between the two. Save for its newest arrival and its proprietor, none will be present for what is about to transpire. Lucifer motions to one of the chairs next to him, nodding his head. "You'll join me for a drink before we get these events underway, won't you?"

wrongmagician May 9 2010, 18:15:03 UTC

His eyes are a little wide, he knows, but perhaps that's not a bad thing. Blinking once at Lucifer's invitation, he nods hesitantly as he moves forward to join the Morningstar.

"Thanks. Not," he ventures, relieved that his voice sounds fairly normal, "that I, um. You know." Success: he even manages to inject his words with wryness. "Drink." Which he's sure Lucifer does know, but he's going to drink whatever is put in front of him anyway.

His chest tightens almost imperceptibly, but Tim ignores it; its time has come and the gladness of it momentarily alleviates his anxiety.

meaculpable May 9 2010, 18:23:51 UTC

He's got to be gentle with this one, he knows. One wrong move, one silent threat perceived will send him running away like the rabbit he's trying so hard not to be. Lucifer offers Timothy a smile, stands, then makes his way behind the bar at a leisurely pace, his gaze keeping to whatever is in front of him at all times. Perception was all magi cared about, in the end.

"I'd lose my license if you did," he replies, ducking down to retrieve a bottle of water for himself and his guest. "Here." and then, after a moment. "And you can relax. It'll go that much easier for you if you aren't on edge."

Which was somewhat of a lie, but. It really couldn't be helped. Pain was pain, and it went hand in hand with power. The removal of one always brought the onset of the other.

wrongmagician May 9 2010, 18:34:23 UTC

Tim tries a smile and fears the result is probably somewhat ghastly, but it can't be helped. He just breathes, and sips his water, trying to do as Lucifer suggested.

"It hurt a lot going on," he says after a moment. "I imagine it'd be the same coming off."

So he's learned that much, at least. "The first time, she said Circe said, that is that I shouldn't cry out. Same deal?"

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