Lucifer & Edmund
Closed starter for @azalea-writes!
Lucifer leaned a hip against the counter of the Mortar & Flame Coffee House counter, bored our of his mind. The shift had been slow, almost molasses-like and the blond was suffering for it. He'd begun looking at the coffee grinder speculatively, wondering if it could grind up the rest of his hopes and dreams for a busy shift when the door opened.
Turning to give the customer a cheeky grin, Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of the man on crutches. The grin dropped away from his face and, in it's place, a shadow of anger had taken over.
"Fucking hell, mate. What happened?"















