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[walkingheroin]

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KNOCK KNOCK

[poppycock]

[ wow who is banging on your door so very rudely mid-morning until you answer, lucifer

this guy, with this slightly feral smile for you when you open the door ]

[walkingheroin]

Alright! I hear you!

[He calls from somewhere deep inside the room. Now that's he vacated his room on the 10th floor in exchange for a bachelor pad above his bar, it takes him time to get all the way to the door.

Eventually, though, he pulls it open, eyebrows lifting in surprise.]

Ah, if it isn't Nik. What do I owe the pleasure?

backdated to the 26th!

[chocolatepudding]

[ Merry Christmas! Or late Christmas, because Dustin pretty much slept through it. It's your secret santa playing ding-dong-ditch. Literally, he places his gift at Lucifer's door, hammers on it, and runs as fast as his legs can carry him away.

The following is in a huge basket:

1. Chuckles
2. Cow Tales
3. Pop Rocks
4. Razzles
5. Wax Lips
6. Bottlecaps
7. Chocolate M&Ms
8. Sour Patch Kids
9. Twizzlers
10. Giant Smarties
11. Dots
12. Necco Wafers
13. Lemonheads
14. Jujubes
15. Appleheads
16. Zotz Sours
17. Gold Mine Gum
18. Fun Dip
19. Candy Necklace
20. Peanut M&Ms
21. Goobers
22. Swedish Fish
23. Bubble Tape
24. Sugar Daddy
25. Starburst
26. Jujyfruit

And lastly:

27. 1 pound box of Salt Water Taffy.

Somewhere buried in the box is a note written 'late santa, happy christmas' in rather abysmal handwriting. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[ As much as Darcy might've liked to get everything out in time, Wonderland had a weird way of screwing up her plans. So, after a solid day's sleep, she starts making her rounds - dropping off gifts on each floor while using a little red wagon. In front of Lucifer's door, he'll find a basket that contains:

• a blanket
• a festive mug
• a few different flavors of tea
• honey
• another mug of hot chocolate supplies with a note to just add hot milk
• a chocolate dipped stirring spoon
• ridiculous fuzzy socks
• assorted candy
• a few different bottles of booze, including a bottle of Bailey's for the hot chocolate and a very nice bottle of bourbon
• and an ornament

There's a note dangling from one of the handles that reads:

Hope Wonderland's attempts at holiday cheer didn't go too poorly for you. Here are a few supplies to help get back into the swing of things. Don't drink it all in one sitting, or do. Follow your heart and Happy Holidays!

- Darcy ]

( backdated text )

[interpersonal]

What the hell, Lucifer.

[ she doesn't need to specify ok he knows. ]

[walkingheroin]

You're very welcome, bright eyes, though I admit I was hoping for a picture or two.

Jan. 1 - Morning After

[nascensibility]

[Usually New Year's Eve parties end with a bang, not with bloodshed. Having waited a requisite "cool down" time Evelyn hopes he wasn't planning on sleeping in when she sends a message at precisely 8 o'clock in the morning.]

I hope you have a very good reason behind last night's public brawl and subsequent evisceration.

[walkingheroin]

Plenty, I assure you. And if he thinks I'm finished with him, he's quite mistaken.

drop off

[eyething]

[damon's been stalking this conversation elena has been having with lucifer about the lingerie, because maintaining his distance and mouth about it has been difficult... and finally, he's had enough. elena told him that she'd handle it, but he has this burning desire to do something (mostly, he wants to punch lucifer in the face really badly, but he's trying to be reformed and behaved~ now, right?

he snatches up the lingerie while she's busy texting, grabs something from the closet, and then head's to lucifer's room.

he leaves a giant stuffed animal outside dressed in the lingerie that he'd gifted to elena with a note attached to the heart:]

Stop being a dick. My girl doesn't need your lingerie.

ɹoɹɹᴉɯ

[ribbons]

It's tragic that my real is so ungrateful. If she ever decides to throw a gift back in your face, I'm always here. :)

[walkingheroin]

[Oh, interesting. He's always wanted to talk to a mirror. :D]

Well, technically she didn't throw anything. It was left at my doorstep and I wasn't aware that the gesture was going to be...received so poorly. You're welcome to have it, seeing as I'm sure it would fit you quite nicely as well.

ɹoɹɹᴉɯ

[poppycock]

He is a bore, you know. [ hi, nobody but you're friendly mirror hybrid here ]

[walkingheroin]

[He thought he wanted this. He was wrong.]

I do hope you're not hoping for some kind of apology. His personality is somewhat out of my hands.

private text;

[ofletters]

I know I already owe you but I need your help

private text;

[walkingheroin]

Now isn't the best time, but what is it you need help with exactly?

action.

[interpersonal]

( elena lingers in the gardens after chloe leaves.

much as she appreciates the company, she does like to gather her thoughts on her own. usually, she'll write in her journal when her mind gets cluttered, but she tried, pressing pen to paper, and none of the words came. she doesn't know if they ever will. and so she walks the lawns that wind around the mansion instead, a crow flying overhead and sticking close by. she catches sight of lucifer out the corner of her eye, and leans in to smell a camellia. its vibrant pink coloring is almost unnatural. )

You just missed your Detective. ( elena finally glances his way.

she doesn't like to disappoint, but despite the lightness of her comment, he'll probably find that her eyes are not quite so bright today. )

action.

[walkingheroin]

I believe I may have rattled her brain just a bit the other day. Hopefully, she isn't taking to avoiding me again.

[She does that sometimes when she's upset, though he still has yet to figure out why.

Her eyes are no less bright to him, even if her general aura might be. His own demeanour is more subdued than usual, so they make quite the pair.]

You look well.

[Alive. He means alive. He was worried about you.]

action.

[poppycock]

[ he doesn't dally.

contrary to popular opinion, he's not always a coward. he knows he has done lucifer an egregious wrong, regardless of the lack of control he had over those very actions. he nearly killed the devil. under any other circumstances, he'd be delighted, impressed, exemplary. he didn't know it even possible.

even those wry thoughts do not entertain him much or for long, for he didn't know it was possible for lucifer to be felled by him. to make him bleed. to have the power and strength to lunge after who he holds dear. (a mother that he cannot help but care for himself, at the very least in perpetuity of lucifer himself.) funny, how not being bested doesn't relieve him, for once in his life. (if he could count on anyone to make a stand against his mirror, it'd be him.)

the early afternoon after freya's mirror conducted her siege, klaus knocks of his friend's door. ]

action.

[walkingheroin]

[Lucifer heard the sound of footsteps before the knock, and so he opens it a moment later, catching sight of his friend and pulling the door back further to let him in.

There's no trace of fear. If anything, there's a tinge of relief at the sight of him standing outside his door, and he gestures with a hand for him to enter the very empty bar.]

Come in, come in.

[There's still things running amok out there. Chloe is likely near, since Lucifer isn't keen on letting her out of his sight. Perhaps she's napping in a guest room. No matter, really.]

I imagine you wouldn't mind a drink. Care to take it upstairs in the penthouse, or down here?

text;

[thevulnerability]

[ It's been nearly a month. It's too long... The longest they really ever went was when she shot him, when he vanished for a couple weeks, probably freaked out by the fact that he knew what she could do to him.

That had sucked, but at least it hadn't been on her. This? This is just as much her as it is him. What Elena said has been weighing on her though, the fact that he didn't know how to do this, how to be... Human. Her acting like he needs to leave her alone isn't going to make him reach out, and she knows it's time to swallow her pride and do it herself.

Just because he left her once doesn't need to mean he does it again. She doesn't want him to do it again. But he has to know that.

Laying in bed, she stares at her phone, typing and retyping different words that all mean the same thing.

We need to talk.

No. Sounds scary.

I miss you.

No. He'll just think she's being emotional and stupid.

Sh finally figures out what she needs to say, what she wants to say, whether or not he wants to hear it or not. ]

Please don't hate me.

text;

[walkingheroin]

[Perhaps he deserves this, in some strange way. He's going to go home, forget about Wonderland and the truths he's told, and he's going to leave her behind someday. It seems only fair that she do the same to him, even if she can't really leave.

Normally, he would bother her anyway. Track her down and annoy her into submission, but that no longer carries the same kind of apathy he once had. He only cared about his wants back then. Things are different now.

He's different.

He's something close to shocked when the text comes in, and yet he's not surprised in the same moment. It's a small place; she couldn't avoid him forever. Perhaps that's what made it easier, the fact that avoiding him entirely was impossible, not to mention impractical.

There was also the fact that he didn't particularly want to see her hanging off of soemone else's arm. It bothered him more than he could put into words for reasons that Elena and Klaus had been keen to illuminate him on.

He still hadn't quite wrapped his mind around the whole thing. Besides, she'd picked someone else.]

What makes you think I could ever do such a thing?

text;

[thevulnerability]

Seth and I broke up.

text;

[walkingheroin]

Am I supposed to apologize or say congrats?

christmas 2017

[poppycock]

( for lucifer is a brand new decanter set with a bottle of very, very good whiskey. it comes with a note: for any future raucous behavior. —klaus )

christmas, 2017

[thevulnerability]

[ When Lucifer comes into his penthouse, he'll find a a little Christmas tree that Chloe set up in the corner near his couches. She gives him two little things to start:

A card that she signed and a set of glasses to replace the one that he broke.

Finally, she comes out with a decent-sized wrapped box that is... making little scratching sounds from within. When he opens it, Lucifer will find a little Doberman puppy. ]

[walkingheroin]

[He blinks as he peers inside the box, looking more than a little flabbergasted.]

What on bloody Earth is this?

backdated | that's what i wanted: to walk in such a place with you

[interpersonal]

( elena catches him by the piano.

she and caroline, along with others, are having one of their girls nights. since they often work at damon's bar, they've decided to go somewhere else for the infamous occasion. she breaks away from the group to make her way over to lucifer, leaning only slightly against the elegant case. )

Don't stop on my account.

[walkingheroin]

[His fingers keep moving effortlessly across the keys even as he looks up to grin at her, a spark in his eye that's even more pronounced than it usually tends to be.]

A song for the lady it is. I might even be willing to take requests.

text; // backdated

[thevulnerability]

[ In the middle of this, obviously. ]

Charlotte Richards is your MOTHER????

[walkingheroin]

[....welp]

In a manner of speaking, yes. More accurately, Mom took a ride in Charlotte Richard's body for the duration of her stay.