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MAKE UP YOUR MIND by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE.
❝ let me leave or let me love you , ❞ she's defensive. chloe has never been one to lay her heart on the line. & now , for him , she's done it several times. there's a deep breath as she turns towards the elevator , her eyes flitting towards the exit. there's a shake of her head. ❝ forget i said anything , lucifer. i think i need to go home. ❞
@dxviilish.
Temperance, referring to the kids: Someone brought their hell spawn.
Lucifer, looking offended: I beg your pardon?
“Here and now, that’s what’s important. The work we do, the person I am now. That’s what I’m proud of.”
@dxviilish — call
Chloe purses her lips, gaze lifting to the ceiling of the expensive penthouse apartment. “ Lucifer, honestly what’s taking so long?” She questions, “ You do realize we were supposed to leave ten minutes ago right?”
@dxviilish Hit the ❤️ for a starter
@dxviilish
Smooth strokes shifted fragile hairs across the strings of the violin, radiating out a song upon traditional chords, across the city around her. It bounced from building to building, piercing through the normal drown of cars honking and people carrying on in their lives. There was something about it that seemed stronger. As if nothing could completely smother the tune like a bullet determined to pierce the strongest obstacle.
It kept on like a hymn from heaven. A trance to draw the curiosities of humankind from all walks of life. What they would find; what he might find were wild, fire-red curls tossed about carefree upon the wind with freckled cheeks and striking, silvery eyes. A pale complexion with a smile that seemed never ending. Genuine, and kind, filled with the passion of something deep, deep down.
Soft lips pressed to each other as she played with such intense emotion pulsating through each glide of the bow, seemingly caught up in the sounds of the music. Torn jeans, and a hooded sweater kept the cool air of morning from making playing too difficult. Worn sneakers shifted slightly, drawing attention to the hiking pack leaned against the concrete pillar behind her. Beside it, a curious box with a sign ‘If you’re hungry, take one.’ An offering to the occasional homeless person to wander by. None seemed to take more than one.
The song slowed with a deep, resonating note that seemed to draw out the raw emotion bleeding through the song. A silence followed like nobody would dare speak. Her violin case was empty, but quickly started to fill with coin, and bills as applauds filled the air.
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❛ I mean, sure, it ain’t morally the right thing to do! But, it would be way more fun in the long run. ❜
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"you keep looking towards the door like mom's gonna walk in at any minute, and we both know she said she wouldn't be back until at least seven tonight." lips press together as she gives him a look that definitely says he's acting like a child, but holds the comment back, instead opting to open the little tote that she's carried in from her bedroom. "now, c'mon. you said you'd think about it!" eyes flicker over the difference selections, finally pulling out a black fingernail polish, holding it up for him to see. "see? no one would even think twice if they saw this on you." mostly because he was, well, lucifer. and he did all kinds of eccentric things. though trixie can't help but glance back at the different bright colors with a bit of longing, even if she doesn't voice her desire to splash some color on him.
it's missing my rp partners from my lucifer solo blog era hours
