[ The image: Matt in a hospital bed, bare-chested with the thin sheet pulled over his hips. There's a green lotus tattoo over his heart, and another tattoo on his right hip depicting a half-monkey, half-man figure. At his left side, just below the ribs, is a fresh perforation--angry pink, a few days old at most. It's criss-crossed with stitches and smeared with salve.
The message: ]
It's not as bad as it looks, I promise you can still fuck me
( well that's interesting. luci crouches, arms balanced on his knees, before rubbing a hand around the soft bit of dog belly at his feet. he smiles, genuine and warm. )
How rude. You little devil. ( delighted, ) Who taught you your terrible manners?
[the hellhound bursts through the endless hallways, each thudding step drawing nearer and nearer until it reaches Lucifer's room. huffing thick smoke from its nostrils and mouth, one bite burns through the door. standing at five feet on all fours, its shape takes on a wolf-like silhouette, forged from fire and shadow. the hound keeps its hackles raised while it prowls back and forth.
it can't do anything to Lucifer, and it knows that. temperamental, its lips curl back, forked tongue flicking over teeth as rumbling growls vibrate through the air. unless killed (only to return again minutes later) the beast stays put to keep a watchful eye on him for the next hour.]
[ in front of lucifer's door, he'll find a small glass vase filled with a bouquet of orange chrysanthemums, with a small note attached that reads, in an almost childish scribble: ]
To My Precious Friend,
I found these flowers in the garden and I thought of you so I have picked them so you could see them and enjoy them as well.
[ A gift, left in his doorway, with a note on top:
Lucifer;
I like being with you, too.
- L
Inside the box is a series of little presents wrapped in tissue paper; a dragon, small but carved out of wood, with glass eyes that seem to have a strangely eerie glow; a stuffed cat toy, ginger in colour, that eerily matches the one that Lauralae herself has; a pair of handsome leather gloves, very dom-esque; a lock of her hair, twisted up and pressed into a locket; a flower crown, made out of a mixture of red, blue, white and black flowers. ]
text β un: goatface
you owe me a knife.
but if you can't do the knife, i want a goat.
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( see: offense that a goat might be a comparable gift to a knife handcrafted by the devil. insanity. )
plus i've already put all this work in. it's rude.
( see also: very minimal work. but work all the same. )
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morning after; t.laughlin
I want to thank you for last night. I needed that. :)
Also, I should tell you that there's someone very angry about it. We're not together anymore, but he might fuss at you anyway. Just ignore him.
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the person who yelled at me on your post? aw
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thought those were private and can't be bothered to check deep doop
idr but neither would luci
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un: stein
[ not that he asked, but there's an accusation in it. he might have given an incomplete handjob to god with the same face. who knew. ]
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he's a real looker right? my bad
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cw: talk of self harm/suicide
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text β un: freak
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( he also likes hyperpop, though that's only thanks to eve's shitty girlie playlists. )
you?
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hehe
does that mean no hard feelings about the wing thing
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un: MICHAEL
Are you him? 'Lucifer'.
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( annoying ass!!! )
change your un nobody just uses their name
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text; un: t.laughlin
Have you been back down to Otherworld? I was hoping you knew if we're allowed to have things from there.
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have you ever heard it's better to ask forgiveness than permission?
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un: lauralae
you are "cool".
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i think you're pretty cool too, pup
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text; un: persephone (cw: wounds)
The message: ]
It's not as bad as it looks, I promise you can still fuck me
I've been stuck in this bed for days
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( luci knows that humans are delicate βΒ witches shouldn't be. what a goofy guy. )
a few days cock-free and you're this horny? you know what that makes you?
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no that doesn't work
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un; t.laughlin
How come I never see you at the chapel, then?
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alia is smoking me
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@ps, textβ
you got something of yours i can use?
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luci decides he has no idea what this means. so, )
sure
like what?
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text; @antijesus
hey mr lucifer, you got a moment to like, litigate a pact real quick?
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between who?
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text | @nicknack
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a brief haunting.
dita's rolling up to the dark prince, plopping herself onto his feet. unholy father, you really should shower sometime. you smell like the locals. ]
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( well that's interesting. luci crouches, arms balanced on his knees, before rubbing a hand around the soft bit of dog belly at his feet. he smiles, genuine and warm. )
How rude. You little devil. ( delighted, ) Who taught you your terrible manners?
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not here. backdated to earthquake, problematic reasons only
it can't do anything to Lucifer, and it knows that. temperamental, its lips curl back, forked tongue flicking over teeth as rumbling growls vibrate through the air. unless killed (only to return again minutes later) the beast stays put to keep a watchful eye on him for the next hour.]
some night or other.
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Lucifer;
I like being with you, too.
- L
Inside the box is a series of little presents wrapped in tissue paper; a dragon, small but carved out of wood, with glass eyes that seem to have a strangely eerie glow; a stuffed cat toy, ginger in colour, that eerily matches the one that Lauralae herself has; a pair of handsome leather gloves, very dom-esque; a lock of her hair, twisted up and pressed into a locket; a flower crown, made out of a mixture of red, blue, white and black flowers. ]
text β un: nicknack
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@ps, audioβ
is he still going to do it though? you bet.
aka guess who just found out that luci moved next door to nick. )So, what fuckin' stroke of genius made you think it was alright movin' next door to Nick?
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You know Nick?
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