*He sits, he smokes. Sometimes he starts humming, but changes tunes every few moments. His face is thoughtful, and occasionally words appear on the table in front of him, haphazard dot points in black ink.

Knot

Distraction

Dream

...catcher.*

Lucifer sits by the lake, arms draped casually over one folded knee. A slight breeze stirs the feathers of his wings and he looks at the water without really seeing it.

I’m going to hurt you.In one corner of his mind he feels pure misery clouded by alcohol as Billy and Hob drink to death and desertion and scars old and new. He has to work to pull ( Read more... )

For the first time since that thrice-damned bond was formed, Lucifer can hear himself think. It's quiet in the room, far too quiet for a confined space containing three humans - even in sleep they are absurdly chaotic, a bundle of coughs and sighs and snores and murmurs and the whisper of skin against cotton. But there is none of this here, nothing ( Read more... )

Lucifer stands leaning against the wall, all skin and red eyes and wings that splay out behind him. Slender fingers around a cigarette that was in the pocket of Billy's jeans, lit with a thought and almost spent. He might be the only being in the world that smokes for the taste and not the physical effects, the bitter tang of tobacco that he likes ( Read more... )