elenaxrabbit:
When she first saw the envelope, she would have thought that it was from either her mummy dearest or her mother for she has been keeping the habit of writing to the both of them whenever she has the chance, picking it up with a smile while trying to find the usual indicator that it was from either women: a lipstick stain would mean her mummy dearest and her name written in cursive would be her mother. When she does not find either one of the two, her next thought was her father, but then her father would have made an appearance to her instead of leaving her a letter for he was always wanting to see her as much as he cans. Her daddy was out of the question as her daddy does not like writing letters in general so she has no clue as to who this might be from, deciding that the only way she would get her answer is to open the envelope herself, pulling out the lone piece of paper in there as she reads through their contents.
The first time she read it, she did not feel anything yet because she was trying to understand each sentence written and what this letter was trying to say. The second time, she reads each line with more caution as the confusion sinks in, not understanding at all the pills whoever this person was referring to unless she recalls her conversation with Lucifer not long ago when they were talking about Jinx, her heart slowly speeding up by then. The last time she reads it, she finds it harder to breathe because her mind does not know what to make about this information while her body was already reacting to it, her hands shaking as she rereads the last line over and over again.Pills to keep your boyfriend from making his death come sooner. This was all a lie, wasn’t it? A prank at best, right? There was no way he was dying. He can’t. He can’t be. She refuses to believe it, clutching the letter in one hand as she runs out of her room and towards his room, the sinking feeling she had been feeling since she opened the letter have yet to disappear.
“Lucifer! Lucifer!” She does not care how much she looks like a mad woman right now because there were questions needed to be answered. She needs those answers, to reassure herself that things were not exactly like how it was written, pounding the door as hard as she can while waiting for him to open the door. He was going to open the door and tell her that it was an early April Fool’s joke. Of course he will. He's Lucifer. The jokester of the school alongside with Jinx. Even though this joke was cruel, she was sure that by the end of this, the both of them would be laughing at his very well done prank. Right? Hearing the door open, she takes in a breath as she stares at him, her hand lifting up the letter she holds. “This is not funny.”
He doesn't know how to say goodbye, so he doesn't try to. Lucifer believes that it won't be goodbye at all; more like a 'see you later' than anything else. Besides, it shouldn't be too odd that he's gone for days at a time. It's always been like this, and he thinks that if this is his last time leaving, then he might as well do it like he always has. The things that go in his gym bag are the basics; none of the over-packing bullshit he intentionally pulled when Penelope allowed him to visit the Underworld with her (he hadn't been joking when he said he was checking out the real estate -- it just sounded like how much of a joke as his life was). He doubts that he can take his weapons with him, but they're always packed and ready to go, and goddamnit he's going to take them with him even if they have to chop his arms off.
What he doesn't expect is to find Elena knocking at his door, and he's confused, at first. (Look at her. You can strangle her right now and no one will notice. Look, Lucifer, everyone expects it. Do something impulsive! Prove them right!) "I -- wait, slow down, honey bun," he tells her, ignoring the insistent voices in his head, and finally reading quickly through the letter. Immediately, his expression becomes deadly serious (she knows! Hahah! After all the trouble you took to make sure that she didn't -- ).
"Who gave you this?" His voice sounds faraway, his grip on the door tightening. He's refusing to let her in -- she'll see the packed bag on his bed and know, because she's Elena, and she's smarter than he gives her credit for.
