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Who: Lucifer Morningstar and Elaine Belloc
When: Late morning, day 21
Where: On the porch of house #164
What: Elaine's visiting the neighbors. An impromptu family reunion occurs.
Rating: PG-13

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[demiurgos_girl]

Strange videos of kidnapped and wounded people aside, Elaine was actually enjoying herself. It's not that she didn't care; that was more of Lucifer's style. It's just that she didn't know them, and she didn't know what to do in any case. Helplessness wasn't something new to her. Doing nothing when nothing could be done was a lesson she had learned to live with for many months now. She'd gotten used to a lot of things, watching from the sidelines as people put aside their own problems and waited for her to solve them. Doing nothing, because they had to learn how to take care of themselves. Hating herself for it.

The reason behind her slightly cheerful mood was that this town was something new, and whether the intentions were sickening or pleasant, Elaine appreciates being surprised, because genuinely not knowing is something she misses often. She had earlier knocked on the door of house 162 on Daisy Lane with some hesitation because for once she couldn't know what was on the other side. Hesitation became curiosity, which became

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One pale eyebrow twitched upward on Lucifer’s face as Elaine approached the bottom of the porch stairs, the only visible concession to the surprise he felt at her unexpected appearance. How long she had been in Bell Pointe, he did not know. Likely only a few days, he surmised after a moment’s consideration. Despite his weakened state, he was confident that he would have felt her presence on one of his many walks if she had been in residence for much longer than that

[demiurgos_girl]

Lucifer. Lucifer is her neighbor. Lucifer is sipping tea on his porch next to a demonic weasel.

Elaine found herself clutching at the porch railing for support, thought not because she needed to, not yet. The appearance of Lucifer made a lot of things more likely. Her gaze shifted to the door as Lucifer gestured, suddenly very frightened that Yahweh might walk through it wearing a bathrobe and smelling faintly of shampoo. Then she'd need the railing.

"Lucifer, you're-" The words caught in her throat. It had been months! Months without his company, and she still found him to have all the grace and beauty of every angel. More. Too many questions at once fought their way to the front, and the improbability-- the absurd situation-- all of it was enough to render her speechless and frozen in place, staring.

Slowly, happiness and other emotions started to rise through the confusion. Very slowly.

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“Not looking worse for wear, I trust,” he finished for her blithely, lip twitching in an expression that was trying its damnedest to be a smile. “Far though we are from anything approaching the level of civilization to which we are accustomed, I have attempted to avoid going to seed.”

As he spoke, Lucifer moved across the porch to the steps, and after a brief pause, began descending them. A low sound of impact, followed by the faint ticking of claws against wood, informed him that Uck was trailing along behind him. Curious, no doubt, about this individual he had linked to Michael.

“It’s something of an adjustment, I know,” he continued easily, as though they had only seen each other yesterday. As if he had not spent a year in another world. As if he had not left her with an entire creation to sort out. “The darkness and the fog hardly helps matters, but I can assure you that at one time, not too long ago, there was a sun here. Still, you get used to it eventually. One step at a time.”