SHE’S ALWAYS PLAYED her cards close to her heart,so it’s no surprise that she tries to resist, nails digging tightly into the crystal glass. It’s a hurricane, it’s the eye of the storm just waiting to pore out her mouth & spill her darkest secret out into space between them. She’s felt compulsion before, enough to know when it isn’t her own, but an external force beyond her control. Someone, something is starving the truth out of her. Her gaze is drawn briefly to the cup in her hands, wondering for one wild moment if he’s slipped some sort of truth serum into her drink. But no, she’s not so unintelligible to have missed that thank you very much. It’s him. It’s his presence. She bites down on her lip hard, hoping the pain will deter the truth. Alas it’s in vain.( what happened to the much more pleasant discussion seconds before? )
❝ my freedom. ❞ She inhales, setting down the glass with trepidation, but ah,once the words start to fall they just don’t stop. She’s spent too long biting her tongue & pretending nothing is wrong to hold it together now.
River shuts her eyes, brow furrowing & gives in to compulsion. Let’s the anger out, the anguish, the need & the determination bubble to the surface. ❝ The woman I was before, everything was preordained for her. Her life was nothing but a series of cages. Every time she escaped one she found herself in another, Do you have any idea what that’s like? ❞
❝ more than i care to admit ❞ her words bring up unwelcome emotions; ones he thought long buried. he knows how being cast out, trapped somewhere you don’t want to be feels. he knows how it feels to have nothing but the illusion of free will. even now, he often feels as though his father still holds all the cards. no matter how far away he pushes, father was always there.
he pours both of them another drink, downing his in one. he hadn’t anticipated her having a desire like this. hadn’t anticipated playing therapist; but he’s interested enough in her to want to find out more. so he listens; and gives her his full attention once he’s reclined in his seat.
❝ dear old dad didn’t like it when i rebelled against the lack of free-will back home, so he cast me out. ❞ lucifer looks to his glass, then back to her. seems they’re both in need of a cheer up after that downer. he straightens himself, smiling once more. this time, it’s cheeky. ❝ --- what brings you to lux? aside from your present, breathtaking view and all. ❞
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