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had it really only been eight years? lucifer felt as if it were far, far longer when he finally laid eyes on her again. with her powerful yet elegant presence a mere few yards away, he knew he wasn't dreaming; the times he reached for her in sleep had always felt off, like he could never quite get her face right, so she was always turned away. right now he was frozen as he waited for her eyes to find his in the shuffling crowd of the hotel lobby. but then what? he wanted to run— closer, and away at the same time. conflicting emotions rose in his chest and left him at a loss. he was furious, but also relieved, and elated, and wary, and... sad? it was almost too much. lucifer managed a step back, but couldn't bring himself to actually leave despite the mess in his heart and head.











