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( 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. )

Edited 2017-05-20 20:04 (UTC)

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.]

( elena gives a gentle shake of her head. )

Wonderland rattled her brain.

( it feels like an important distinction to make. lucifer is protecting chloe, and sometimes protecting someone means telling them a truth they might not be ready to hear. it means giving that final push if need be. it's the only way chloe will survive this place: if she believes.

her arms fold across her chest, and her smile wanes. she does look well, doesn't she? wonderland made sure to put everything back where it was supposed to, no matter what freya took. )

So do you. ( in one piece. healed. it's a comforting sight. )

Yes, well, I'm the one that had her pull an angel feather out of a wardrobe.

[He feels at least partially responsible, which is frankly character development as far as Luci is concerned. Taking any sort of blame for anything is new for him.]

Is this the part where I give you a hug? That seems like something a friend would do in this instance, yes?

( angel feather?

it sounds like a story that elena is going to have to ask lucifer to tell.

she forgets there is much about humanity lucifer is still learning, sometimes. it's always meant something to elena that he genuinely wants to learn. her smile waters, then, if only for a moment, as she answers his question by stepping closer. he's a lot taller than her, so she'll just wind her arms around his middle, pressing the side of her face to his chest as she hides the way it crumples just a tiny bit. she squeezes just a little, if only to let him know: this is a hug. )

[Oh. Hello. This is new.

For a moment he just stands there awkwardly with her arms curled around him, his own outstretched as if he was entirely not expecting that.]

I'll...take that as a yes, then.

[This is certainly nice. Different in a warm and cozy sort of way. He only stands there strangely for another moment before his arms encircle her in return, squeezing gently.]

This is a lot nicer than I thought it would be.

( elena smiles into his shoulder at his reaction, extending the hug for a little longer, if only to give him some time to sink into it. her arms tighten around him a fraction, just enough to feel like an embrace. when she pulls back, she lifts her head up to look at him. )

Hugging supposedly makes you live longer.

( her lip finally curves into a somewhat lopsided smile, despite the sadness that lingers in her eyes. )

Not that you'd have that concern. ( but they do make people happier, if studies are anything to go by. and she does feel a bit lighter. )

Funny you say that, actually.

[She pulls back a bit and he brushes some strands of hair out of her face.]

In reality, I'll have to get more of them in the future with the Detective in Wonderland these days.

( elena's gaze lifts up to his in the close space between, worry filling her gaze once more. )

Is she why ... ( she pauses, remembering all the blood in that damn hallway. ) Is that why Klaus could hurt you?

Yes, though I don't understand why. It's all very perplexing.

[He smiles quietly.]

She doesn't know anything about any of it, despite what I've told her, so asking her isn't exactly going to help. She doesn't believe I'm the Devil at all, though we'll see how much longer that lasts. [He seems almost sad about that.] Freya said she would help me get to the bottom of it, however.

( elena nods her head a bit at that. )

I plan to help getting her to the bottom of things, too. ( in a more general sense. she knows freya is taking on a lot on her plate, and she knows the reasons why. )

Hopefully, we have better luck here than I did back home. Despite the lack of brutish gang members and drug pushers, this place is somehow more violent with the rather large supernatural element.

[He swallows uncomfortably. They both had their brush with death recently though he hardly wants to admit he's a bit shaken about the whole thing. Especially not to Elena for...reasons.]

As always, if I can help, do let me know.

( elena places a gentle hand on his back. unspoken, but understood. )

I promise I will.

( she has a feeling when it comes to freya's mirror, it really will take a village.

she falls into silence then, though it is the comfortable sort. and arm in arm, she walks the gardens with her friend. )

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