#copmcm

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@copmcm asked: “I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.” from the hurt/comfort meme !!

human vulnerability, especially up close was something lucifer was still unfamiliar with. things worked much differently down in hell when it came to torturing the soul than it did walking alongside them on earth. hunger, thirst, diseases of any sort were foreign to him other than what he had observed millennia ago before his eternal damnation. ❝ as normal as your stubborn nature, detective? you look pale -- have you eaten something today?  ❞ not quite the look he saw in humans that should have gotten cut off a half hour before at lux, but similar. ❝ i'll happily take lead on the interrogation if you need a minute. ❞

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"oooh, i can feel the judgement from here." he breathes a small laugh, and no, he's not drunk. he doesn't actually get drunk, often. he only rarely partakes in the odd glass here or there. chloe had just stumbled upon him at a particularly interesting time. he turns to look over to her. "-sorry." and he sounds genuinely apologetic. "-you always have the freedom to join me, though."

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@copmcm asked: "I'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not." from the forced proximity meme !!

❝ careful now detective. you're getting dangerously close to saying you like me. what would that do to your lone wolf reputation? ❞ a teasing smile played on his lips. their partnership, while he was technically only a consultant had always been a bit more begrudging on her part. it was something that lucifer had picked up on in their time together, that chloe seemed to have a habit of isolating herself from others -- save her daughter and a healthy coparenting relationship with dan. as far as their previous relationship was concerned, he still couldn't see how the couple ever fit together. ❝ don't want to stroke my ego either. i'm always one infuriating move away from being banned from the precinct, hmm? ❞

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i took so long to write this that i'd lost the original prompt: @copmcm — ❛ How’d you manage to get yourself through the front door? ❜

angels do not lie. they may obscure the truth sometimes, but that just comes with the job of having seen the entire universe inside and out. he does realise how he may look, sitting on the ground in a little pool of blood, grasping a hand of one whose body has not cooled down entirely. in fact, life had left the other a couple seconds after police came through the door, and he did want to stay until the very last moment. even if it meant staring down the suspecting eyes of those around him.

"it was open." the creature that came through before him bursted through before the dead man could lock the door behind him. "i heard the noise of the attack, i came to help, but there was nothing more to do, here." well, a miracle could have saved the man's life, of course, but such is not the nature of help he may provide. this however, holding a hand as a soul slips from his grasp, this he has done many times.

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@copmcm asked: “ I wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. ” from this angst meme !!

the sentiment behind her words is a real gut punch. that is what his sabbatical in la devolved into, isn't it? he's been overrun with the desire to escape his reputation and the expectations of everyone around him. most of his excessively long life lucifer's struggled with the villainhood cast upon him by his father and upheld by his siblings and topside? it is rather disturbing what kinds of actions some humans justify in his name or ascribe to his influence.

his shoulders tense beneath his suit jacket and his fingertips tighten around the whiskey glass in his hand. his face remains almost impassive apart from an almost imperceptible shimmer within his eyes that stay fixated upon the floor behind the counter. the devil has made progress in being more open with his emotions, but he is not about to admit to chloe how much he's been struggling with how intricately tied the opinion of others is to his own self-identity. ❝ unfortunately the role of my therapist is already filled. so i hope you came here for more than to offer your armchair analysis, detective. ❞

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@copmcm asked: “ Where have you been? ” from the four word prompts

he was genuinely confused that he seemed to still be walking on eggshells with the detective since his vegas stint. at one point, he may have been considering staying away for good, but he could not leave his mother angry and unchecked forever. that would unmistakedly be a terrible move. ❝ please, hold the fanfare detective. i know, i know, it's been bloody bland without me, hasn't it? not to worry, i am here to stay. just running a little behind this morning is all.❞

he had needed space to process his mother's admission of hoping to use him to her own advantage against his father. not to mention, how close chloe had come to death on a case. the powerlessness he had felt in those moments, unable to quickly fix it had shaken him in a way he had never been before. he had realized since returning that he should have held her emotions to a higher regard in his decision making, but had been so overrun with his own that his innate predisposition to only think about himself had kicked in.

candy had held up her end of the marriage of convenience, to get him dirt on his mother's true intentions and plans and she was back off to vegas. ❝ if you must know, detective, i had to swing by the lawyer to finalize my divorce papers. he insisted it would only take a minute, but i'm sure you're aware of how much those types love to hear the sound of their own voice. ❞

a clap of his hands as he peers over her shoulder at the case file she's currently looking at. genuinely, he's excited to face a new case and hopefully find a way to get things to return to how they were before his unannounced vacation. ❝ now that that's settled, what are we looking at today? ❞

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@copmcm asked: “ Please don't leave me. ” from the four word sentence prompts

he's a bit surprised by chloe's plea. perhaps in this moment, anyone somewhat familiar would be of comfort to her, but he was happy to fulfill that need regardless. while he and luci were still slightly at odds, the reappearance of their mother and amenadiel's fading powers certainly complicated things. when he found out that chloe had been poisioned, he was in it to help, moreso for her sake than her brothers. the goodness within chloe was outpouring and dying from this was not a fate she deserved. while lucifer's scheme to find the antidote seemed chaotic to say the least, amenadiel agreed to watch over chloe in the meantime. he couldn't directly do anything to save her but he could at the very least try to ensure the medical staff were doing everything within their power to keep her alive.

❝ i'm not going anywhere, chloe. just -- try to rest. lucifer, dan, and ella are goingt o find an antidote for you. i'm sure of it.  ❞ chloe's been in and out of consciousness since he'd arrived. each time she closed her eyes again, he found himself frantically checking the monitors. vulnerability is a reality he is becoming less fond of.

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@copmcm asked: [ hospital ] + reverse from the non-verbal angst prompts !!

relief floods, replacing all of the other emotions he has felt all day long, even if only for a brief moment. chloe's poisoning had weighed heavily on him. heavy enough that there isn't a single thought in his head to let her know that he had literally gone to hell and back for her today. while she wouldn't believe it anyway, their banter while he was playfully honest with her was one of his favorite parts of the day. now though? now that he knows she's alright he can't be sure how much of their relationship was a lie. fabricated. manipulated by his mother and brought into the drama between her and his father, he was nothing but a pawn in someone's game -- no matter what he did. and he was done.

but chloe had nothing to do with his newly upgraded mommy issues and he wasn't about to take it out on her. he wanted this moment to be a sort of goodbye of sorts. he needed time alone and he had no idea how much time that would end up being. so, he was going to disappear off the map and not tell anyone. the thought of others asking him to stay and work through his emotions with others was nauseating.

a smile finds his face, one that doesn't hint at any of his inner turmoil. ❝ well... look who's back. you didn't die after all. ❞