#charmresiistant

[mcrningstarr-blog]

             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 ? ‘

@charmresiistant

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sOBS ;;;; SAAAAAAAAMMM mY GIRL <3 YOU’VE BEEN WITH THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT oMF

[ihavetheinternet]

@charmresiistant wants pain

    “Mommy?” Her head ached and there was a chill she just couldn’t seem to shake despite the California heat and the blankets piled on her. She was sure her mother was furious with her, though if she were putting blame anywhere it was all Lucifer’s fault. That man seemed to attract bad things wherever he went and it turned out Trixie was no different. She’d gotten caught up in the magic and now she was paying for it.

[ihavetheinternet]

@charmresiistant

“Lucifer said he could get me backstage access to Beyonce. That totally means I can go to the concert right?”

[sparedpartsa-blog]

   metallic fingers carefully brushed strands of blonde hair away from her face, azure irises tracing over the bruising encircling her neck, inflicted by his OWN hand. he hadn’t meant to, she’d gotten in the way—— impulse had taken over, and his attack redirected. && an override of programming prompted his reaction, fueled by a soldier's instinct.

   guilt gnawed at the back of his skull; like tiny little razors of EMPATHY, burning through  the thin veil of confusion settling over him ( a familiar echo ;  churned from the endless black hole swallowing his memories ) ; the short circuit in his wiring allowing for ----- some ECHO of humanity to filter through the void, tattered pieces of buried fragments, belonging to a man long dead. 

   “------ .... 

    he’s not supposed to be here. visiting hours were past, but he’d stayed despite the flicker of lights dimming in the hall. 

[heydickless]

@charmresiistant    /    cont.

            ▸                THIS  was  precisely  why  she  hardly  ventured  into  social  situations  beyond  the  scope  of  her  family  &  what  was  deemed  important.  SERENITY  was  sought  in  the  bottom  of  her  glass,  beer  swiftly  depleted,  ordering  a  second  to  wash  the  stale  taste  of  the  last  from  her  tongue.  a  water  was  requested  to  ensure  sobriety  always  to  remain  within  reach.  shouting  voices  caught  her  attention,  shifting  on  the  barstool,  women  exchanging  heated  phrases.  any  simple  bystander  would  await  the  chance  to  admire  a  female  brawl,  disgusting  patrons  nearly  foaming  at  the  mouth.

              quickly,  badge  displayed  on  the  crest  of  her  trousers,  the  officer  descended  the  stool  to  intervene.  steps  led  her  to  screen  the  roused  blonde  from  her  brunette  foe.   ❛     —— listen to  me,  you  don’t  want  to  make  this  mistake.     ❜    small  frame  forged  with  STEEL,  pouring  into  the  vertebrae  of  her  spinal  column,  prepared  to  do  what  was  needed  to  avoid  injury  &  idiocy.    ❛     don’t give them the satisfaction.     ❜

                    rage  BURNED  through  the  veins  of  the  female  with  savage  ferocity,    boiling  and  simmering  beneath  falsely  delicate  skin.    the  blonde  had  a  TEMPER  FOR  DAYS,    always  coursing  through  her  body,    readying  itself  for  it’s  next  display  of  power.    unfortunately,    it  choose  tonight  to  expose  itself  and  in  her  eyes,    what  was  to  come  was  COMPLETELY  WARRANTED.    some  people  just  didn’t  have  BOUNDARIES,    and  their  tongues  had  a  habit  of  challenging  the  wrong  people    ---    piper  was  the  wrong  person  to  BATTLE.    her  policy  was  to  HIT  FIRST,    ASK  QUESTIONS  NEVER.    her  hands  blistered  with  a  BLOODLUST-LIKE  FRENZY,    hot  to  the  touch,    clenching  till  the  skin  turned  GHOST  WHITE.

                    the  other  woman’s  QUICK  INTERVENTION  had  just  saved  the  brunette’s  face  from  a  collision  she’d  probably  never  RECOVER  properly  from.    azure  hues  flicker  quickly  between  the  CHALLENGER  and  the  MEDIATOR,    eyes  sizing  the  new  female  up,    brows  knitting,    but  held  no  evidence  of  giving  up  on  the  fight    ---    piper  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  teach  the  other  a  lesson,    but  it  appeared  the  intermediary  female  wanted  to  save  them  both  from  it.    probably  because  she  didn’t  want  to  make  any  ARRESTS  tonight,    if  the  glistening  metallic  badge  was  any  indication  of  what  her  PROFESSION  was.    not  that  a  lawful  audience  had  ever  stopped  her  before.

                    ❝    then  ya’  better  get  this  BITCH  outta  my  face    ---    before  i  do  it  myself.    ❞    words  were  spat  viciously,    index  finger  pointing  in  an  accusatory  manner  at  the  other  in  question,    blue  orbs  narrowing  slightly.    it  only  ever  wavered  when  she  acknowledged  the  woman  acting  as  a  human  barrier  between  the  two.    her  fingers  twitched  with  ADRENALINE,    fist  clenching  and  unclenching.    it  wouldn’t  necessarily  be  a  mistake  if  piper  WON    ---    which  she  intended.

[apostate-supreme-blog]

@charmresiistant

“Detective, just the woman I wanted to see. But before we begin, you have to tell me--”

“-is your poison scotch on the rocks or a G&T, mm?”

[whtwall]

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 THANK you for your bolstering my ego ever-forward into the sky. I appreciate your HONEST and CANDID opinion I explicit DID NOT pay for. (Send me your bank details, shh, don’t tell anyone).