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[He looks positively thrilled to hear this.]

Such as this little exchange right here? I wasn't expecting this at all. It's quite exciting, really.

It's about so much more than excitement, though I promise we'll have that. I picked you, Lucifer. ( she sees what his Father never did. ) I'll even overlook you've chosen my murderer as your best friend.

[His eyebrows climb higher.]

You have, have you? [He may not be naive, but he is predictable.] That's rather kind of you, though techinically he didn't kill you. And technically I would say your real is closer to that title. Or Evelyn perhaps. But he is in the top three, I would agree...

( elena smiles, and she's almost sad he can't see it. )

Do you really believe that? Do you honestly believe she can trust you to be her genuine friend when you speak to me of technicalities? No wonder you were chosen for your post, you're more impressive than I thought.

I'm quite easy to trust. I don't lie, after all.

And while yes, I am very impressive, I don't believe that had anything to do with my post. You know, the one I never wanted.

I certainly was good at it, though.

Trust is built on more than honesty. And trust is very easy to kill.

I don't know, actually. Sammael tells a different story on this side of the looking glass. ( he's so boring tbh ): )

Lots of things are easy to kill, my dear. But you'll find I'm not much of a killer, either.

[Oh, but the sight of that name up on the mirror makes his tense, his eyes going a little wide. He has heard not a whisper about his own mirror until now, and that is...well, it's telling in all the worst ways.]

Does he, now.

[His voice is tight, his lips pursed.]

( and there it is.

elena's non-writing hand flattens on the mirror, studying lucifer's expression with a detached sense of curiosity. she can't feel anything more than that, or so she tells herself. but perhaps she feels a twisted sense of kinship. she, too, has fallen. those who once loved her want an impossible thing. they want the human girl who would eagerly allow herself to be consumed by fire. a girl who did not understand that vampirism holds a power humanity never will. )

He's so judgy, and a little too eager to please your Father. I don't think you would like him.

[He looks like he's straight up sucked on a lemon. And here he thought his mirror might be what everyone sees him as; evil, irredeemable, a monster.

This is better than that for everyone else in Wonderland, this he knows. But for him?

This might be the worst thing he could possibly imagine.]

No, I don't think I would. [A beat.] I take it you aren't fond of him, either?

My emotions are on vacation. One of the perks of being a vampire. I don't really feel anything for him, ultimately. I suppose I wouldn't if I could. He thinks us vulgar. ( and no doubt worthy of the damnation his Father created.

ironically enough, elena believes in hell now. she knows that's where she is going if she ever dies.

it's why she'll always be a deathless girl. )

If that's the case, what exactly is it you believe you've chosen me for?

[He's happy to turn the subject away from his mirror, the perfect son his Father no doubt wanted. The one who would have actually turned out to be the favorite he actually desired, as opposed to the one that he got.]

If I tell you now, it won't be a surprise, Bright Star.

I just wanted you to know that I'm watching all of you.

I wanted you to know that I'm waiting. ( instead of signing off with her name, she draws a star for the brightest star. )

[He stares at the mirror for a long time, motionless, expressionless, before he finally turns and silently walks away.

He'll be thinking about this conversation for a very long time to come.]

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