the first thought that crosses his drowsy mind is my back hurts something AWFUL. where did i fall asleep, exactly? a look around confirms that he’s on the couch, &.... hold on.
brows RAISE to his hairline when he sees the sleeping detective, & he’s about to comment when he remembers the... events of the night before. she was drunk, and he had refused her advances. why?
oh, it’s not like he’s forgotten his moment of emotional clarity--- he’s reminded of it as he looked at the sleeping ( & snoring ) detective, curled up against him. a foreign warmth bloomed within his chest, a black, hopeless heart roared back to life as he gazed upon her with the tiniest of smiles.
for a while, he sits there, drifting peacefully in the morning silence.. in the early hours of the morning, lux is starting to purge herself of the drunks that lingered below. should he be down there? probably. & yet, he is up HERE, with the most idiotic sentiments blooming in his chest--- hope. adoration. love. it tugs at his soul, the same pull that he felt whilst they sat upon the piano bench after father frank’s.... departure. mortality was no longer in question-- the old lucifer was slipping away, replaced by... something else. something NEW. something terrifying.
the devil casts his gaze to the heavens, scowling angrily. was this part of his father’s plan ? a TEST ? would he dare take her from him ? fury BOILED & SCALDED his heart at the thought. she is mine, his traitorous heart hissed, with the wrath of a thousand suns, if you take her from me, i’ll bloody storm the pearly gates myself ! & as he gazes upon her, his hellish fury dies down to a dull roar. if his father was all-knowing.... perhaps, then, she was placed in his path for a reason?
he has no time to entertain such ideas. so for now, he drifts, unable to resist carding a hand through the detective’s dark blonde locks. eventually, however, she begins to stir against him. & lucifer can only watch as those forest eyes of hers open-- & it it then he’s presented with a horrifying realization: what he feels for the detective is not something as baseless as carnal LUST. ( it would be a lot simpler if that was all it was. )
infernal lips part, only to fall shut as she comes to. well, what was he supposed to do NOW ? one of his legs is numb from most of the detective’s weight falling upon it. ( he flexes his toes experimentally. no dice. ) the sight of chloe decker in the first moments of sleep-riddled consciousness steals the breath from his lungs.
forcing himself to stop staring, he allows a slow smile to pull at his lips.
‘ good morning, detective. ‘
lucifer’s low voice is hushed, as he was still waking up himself-- & because chloe the detective must have one HELL of a hangover. ( no pun intended. ) he’s definitely not a morning person. his hair’s sticking out in all different directions-- really, his polished appearance took TIME, something he usually had.
‘ how’s your hangover ? ‘
