#lucifcro

[thefootstepsimfollowing]

"So.... you've finally decided to come back."

is that the silently angry tone or the disappointed one? or are you just very pleased to see me?

[thefootstepsimfollowing]

LUCI AND BALT FOR THE SHIP THING

I WAS HOPING YOU’D SHOW UP

who is more likely to hurt the other? lucifer, but they’re both kinda good at that.who is emotionally stronger? Balthazar.who is physically stronger? Lucifer.who is more likely to break a bone? Balthazar if he finds an enemy strong enough.who knows best what to say to upset the other? Both, probably.who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? Depends on the topic and how angry they are. They’re proud assholes, but they tend to come together after a while.who treats who’s wounds more often? Lucifer when Balthazar finds an enemy strong enough.who is in constant need of comfort? Reassurance on their being together, Balt, probably. Sometimes neither, sometimes both. It’s never “a constant need” though.who gets more jealous? Lucifer. Balthazar is not too far behind.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Lucifer. Balthazar vents or gives a glare & the silent treatment.who will propose? Lucifer.who has the most difficult parents? Both.who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? They don’t hold hands often in public. Whatever for really? But Balthazar does like the gesture, so it happens often when they’re just the two of them.who comes up for the other all the time? Lucifer.who hogs the blankets? They don’t sleep, but I guess Lucifer would if they did since he’s colder?who gets more sad? Lucifer. He has a worst past. Balthazar is more likely to be nostalgic.who is better at cheering the other up? Balthazar. Lucifer’s smile could lit up the entire universe, so Balthazar does love to keep him happy.who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? They don’t really joke or hit each other for a joke.who is more streetwise? Balthazar.who is more wise? It depends about what. They both have a different sort of wisdom. But Lucifer has more knowledge and experience.who’s the shyest? None of them.who boasts about the other more? None?who sits on who’s lap? If they needed to sit ( or if the fancy hits them to sit ), Balthazar would. Though he isn’t against pulling Lucifer on his lap. He just hates that Lucifer’s vessel is so big.

[fracturedsword]

"Missed me?"

“Of course I missed you! I’m kind of offended you think I wouldn’t miss you.”

[universally-normal]

@lucifcro​

She had lost it. It was gone. It would never come back. She didn’t know how. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know if this was what she deserved for everything she had done. But none of that mattered now. Lucifer would be distraught. She didn’t know if she could tell him. If she could face him. She felt guilty. Responsible. Like a murderer. Sure she had murdered other people before but never children. 

Her own child. Her own unborn child. Never given a name. Never seen the light of the world. Never seen anything but the inside of her. If even that. Had their eyes even been developed yet? Two months. They had been living for two months, no more, no less. Two months of life. Not even life. Dead. Unnamed. What gender had they been? Boy? Girl? Would they have changed later on in their life? 

Orin didn’t know. She didn’t know anything. She felt weak. Hopeless. Her knees were giving out underneath her. She fell, only to be caught by Lucifer who had suddenly appeared in the room. He set her down on the couch. She was crying. She just stared at him. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t dare tell him. 

He asked her. He asked her what was wrong. Everything. I killed our child. I murdered our child. I’m so sorry Lucifer. She could see the amount of concern and worry just in his eyes. His beautiful eyes. She tried to say something but the fear in her heart reached out and choked her. She was paralyzed. She felt claustrophobic. Like the entire world was caving in on her. Not even Lucifer could save her from this. He wouldn’t know. 

She let go of him, pushing herself off of the couch and teleporting away from him. To the cave in the arctic where she had once run off to when she was angry. When Lucifer had made her angry. When she leveled an entire mountain range. It was still leveled, and from where she was she could see the horizon. The sun just barely peaking over the edge. 

She dropped to her knees, hugging herself as the wind blew mercilessly outside the entrance of the cave. She wept. She wept for hours. She wept until there was no strength left in her to do anything but stare at the snow beneath her. 

She hated the pain. The suffering. The heartache. She wanted it to leave her. She didn’t want to feel it anymore. She didn’t want to feel anymore. For the second time in her life, she did the one thing she had always defined as the worst thing she could do. But this time, she did it without meaning to, and she did it correctly. Last time she hadn’t been able to do it completely. The hatred and anger had lingered inside of her, causing her to lash out randomly and ruin all those lives. This time? She’d make sure. 

Slowly, her emotions started leaving her. The love. The happiness. The joy. The sadness. The anger. The guilt. The fear. The confusion. The disgust. The hatred. All of it. Gone. Everything was black, grey, or white. She no longer saw color. She didn’t care. 

Orin teleported back home, her skin pale and cold to the touch, her eyes tired and red from crying. Her hands were still clutching her sides tightly as if it kept her from caving in on herself. She looked at Lucifer blankly. Her voice was almost as lifeless as her eyes. 

“I lost the baby.”

[fracturedsword]

d e a t h

Most people wouldn’t have thought much of the comment that had been hurled their way. It might have soured their mood a tad but they would have written it of as the insults of a close-minded person struggling to deal with a progressive society. But Michael had seen red. The words didn’t matter, in fact they had barely registered, but the fact that an uninformed hate-fueled human had dared to judge Michael and his brother? It hade made his grace flare in indignation and wrath. Following the man as he turned in to an empty side street was easy enough, even if his soul hadn’t carried the stink of corruption on it already the way his voice carried as he cursed a stray dog that crossed his path made him stand out.As soon as Michael was certain there were no others there he struck, the last thing the judgemental fool knew was the wrath of the archangel burning through him.

[fracturedsword]

"-steals a kiss right at midnight because love me Michael dammit it's New Years-"

Before Lucifer can pull away Michael latches on to him, making sure the kiss is a long, loving affair. “Might as well make sure the new year gets off to a good start.” he says with a smirk when he finally lets go of Lucifer.