#luciferlechat

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@luciferlechat asked: "Today's just…one of the harder days." (Rogue)

'....'Oh suga'...'

Her hand hovered indecisive between wanting to reach out to offer comfort and unsure if that's what the child wanted. It was what she wanted, to pull him close and tell him it would be okay. But the dark days hit young and old alike, and it was hard to see the light when it pressed all around you.

'Why don't we grab a couple stacks of paper and find a patch of sunlight to curl up and draw in?' Fingertips grazed the now familiar strands, barely shifting them, a pale shadow of the comfort she wanted to offer. 'I'll even get you a big ol' glass of that sun tea I made yesterday.'

Forcing herself to pull her hand back, Anna Marie smiled and shoved her own concerns down where he wouldn't be able to see them. She could pour them out to Remy later, watching the small child for any tells that would give her an insight.

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@luciferlechat doubled down 🂡 — !

Lucifer meowed loudly as he waited for Remy to finish up his hair for the day. How dare he take care of his luscious brunette locks before they're fed breakfast! Obviously, Figaro and Oliver might not have cared, but Lucifer? Oh, he had a thing or two to be vocal about on how slow the mutant was being this morning. Jumping up onto the bathroom counter, the cat knocked a hair product bottle over onto the bathroom floor. "Mreow!" There. That'd show him. Right?

Remy detangled his damp hair in a lazy haze; as much as he loved his pets, he wished that they'd let him sleep in one of these days. He was far from a morning person, and having one of them—worse all three—choosing to stomp their little paws all over his face and chest at 6am was brutal, especially since he was up late the night before.

While the other two cats occupied themselves in the living room, Lucifer meowed and harassed Remy in the bathroom, trying to get his attention.

"Boy, y'know yer breakfast ain't 'til eight..." He grumbles, putting the comb away and washing his hands.

Lucifer was up on the counter now, being defiant as ever, swatting one of the bottles onto the floor. Remy clicks his tongue, giving the cat a glare before leaning over to pick it up, "Jus' fuh dat?" He points at the feline, "Jus' fuh dat you gettin' dat perfectly balanced diet shit Hank made fuh ya in 'is lab, yah? Promised I'd make y'all eat it."

He snaps his fingers at the floor, then reaches up to tie his hair back, "Chepasse, get offa de counte'a."

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@luciferlechat sent a raven: "Mama?" Jackson said quietly as he poked his head into the master bedroom, knowing that Rogue was feeling unwell. Coffee always seemed to make adults magically feel better in his young mind. "Guess what? I made coffee for you cause Dad's out on a mission." Jackson announced proudly as he carefully brought over the mug, spilling a bit onto the floor as he watched his feet move across the carpet. Once Jackson had made it to the bedside, he looked up with a smile. He'd taken some coffee grounds and stirred them into some water. "I did it so you could sleep in later cause he said last night you didn't feel good." A few plastic army men floated inside. "But I did it like the TV said to. The best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup."

She wanted to throw the blankets back hearing him call, quiet as it was but it must have been replaced by steel plating. Fingers pinching and tugging in increments, Rogue managed to expose her face enough to see Jackson's careful steps as he moved closer. Bless him, wincing as she tugged the blanket a bit lower and got hit with a reflected sun beam for her arrogance.

"Thank you, sugah. Ah really don't feel goo-'

She paused, attention lowering the cup in his hands, levering her body high enough to look over the rim. Oh. Oh, no... It was a struggle not to laugh, allowing herself a small smile as she gingerly positioned herself to sit against the headboard. Taking the cup, she eyed the toys and weighed the pros and cons before putting her lips to the rim and pretending to take a sip. The cold fluid bumped against her lip, and she could tell by scent it was the good stuff Remy prepared fresh each morning.

"So thoughtful.' She added, lowering it to pull out one of the soldiers to eye the ground bespecked plastic. "Ah'm definitely awake now...'

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@luciferlechat asked: "have you ever tried this one?" (Rogue)

Anna Marie eyed the candy held up for her inspection and felt the hairs on the back of her neck shift. Not a full rise, but a response to the bitter core that had wreaked havoc on a younger girl who'd been cocky enough to shove seven into her mouth and assume she could just take it.

She had.

But at what cost...

'I used ta eat them a lot, it's been a hot minute.' Since shoving a handful of them into her mouth and chomping down to expose sour cores. 'Have ya tried the blue ones? They're even worse than those green ones...'

War flashbacks...

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@luciferlechat asked: "Obviously, I'm the better Lucifer." The cat's translator collar said. "Change your name. You're confusing people." (for lucifer)

An eyebrow arched once his gaze had located the speaker, amusement tucked into the corners of his mouth. Scooping the small terror up, Lucifer held him aloft to inspect.

'Obviously one of us is by far superior, and I must admit your whiskers are rather dashing.'

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Remy ain't even been asleep for more'n an hour when he feels a cat jumping up on him. The only reason he don't wake up with a start is 'cause he's got both'a his wives on either side of him, Robin curled up in his arms and Rogue around his back. And he's more'n used to having cats climb over him all hours of the day. The point is, he's dragged out a dead sleep by the cat waking him, but he ain't startled about it.

(Not nearly as bad as other X-Men might be, at least.)

The purr and the meow is what has Rogue mumbling into his neck, a soft before six am they your cats, dark eyes, and Robin tightening her grip on his hands. It don't help they're shower-fresh, bone-dead tired, 'n Robin ain't even unpacked.

He gently pulls his hand free from Robin's and brushes it against Lucifer. "Your sister letchu in, Luci? Tell her we busy sleepin' 'n go lay down."

Followed shortly by Robin's tired, you've got dry food in your dish!

@luciferlechat sent "Meeeeow." It was the middle of the night and Lucifer was awake and hungry. Not that he hadn't eaten his dinner hours before, he was just unable to sleep past midnight and wanted to see if Remy wanted to play at this hour or do something at all since the cat was awake. Hopping on the bed, Lucifer began rubbing against his master with a purr as his tail twitched, hoping the Cajun would wake up. "Mreow?" A paw batted at his nose. Surely that would get him up and moving, right? // random ask (accepting!) ft. @auroradicit & @hopedefined

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@luciferlechat asked: Jackson couldn't help but stare at Lex for a moment. "Are you Mr. Clean's Dad or Uncle? Cause you look like him…"

Lex felt his lids threaten to lower, exhausted with the sound of small voices chattering when all he wanted to do was go back to his office. But the minds of tomorrow and all that nonsense that did so much to ease the public's mind, dull their misplaced curiosity. Lips pressing into a semblance of a smile his gaze flicked towards Mercy before turning to address the question.

'I don't have that dubious honor.'

Tone dry, Lex managed a grin fleeting though it was, eyes wrinkling at the edges as he lowered himself to his heels to lean in closer. Hard to tell with children, little sociopaths all of them. The boy could genuinely be asking having made the connection between baldpate people much like someone seeing a redhead such as himself and asking if he were related to Carrot Top.

'Do I look so old, Mr... Jackson?'

The name is plucked from the list of files that had been sat before him earlier in the morning when the school group was an hour out.

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@luciferlechat's been invited to the garden

Her chest ached as the truck bumped the curb, heart racing like a rabbit outrunning a fox freshly startled from the burrow. It had been three weeks and no one had been able to find him. Hadn't been able to sleep, ate because Remy forced the spoon into her mouth as she reached out to contact after contact to reach out to their own. And then he'd just appeared at the park, the truck door hinges screeching as it was shoved open with too much force.

Take a breath, take a minute, the ribbon thin choker she wore to constrain her powers forgotten. The absolute last thing she needed to touch him and leech what little life was left after whatever hell he'd been through. Didn't stop her fingers from crushing the door handle, at the last moment managing not to yank it from the frame. But it was still enough force that most of the people immediately near it jumped in their seats, eyes wide as they stared up at the frantic woman.

"Mah boy?'

Fingers grabbing the first available shirt that had a fancy look to it, brassy buttons, well pressed. The thought that there might be others who had also lost a child such a foreign concept when her own was so close to her grasp. When her silly little boy was sitting somewhere scared, surrounded by strangers poking and prodding him for information. Don't fly through the station, Anna Marie, don't run, just get there. Resting her forehead against the door, she pushed it open, distantly feeling the press of a hand along her spine in an attempt at comfort.

'Jackson?' Please, please, please let it be her boy not some other lost soul unwittingly destroying the last crumbling bits of her sanity.

But it was, she recognized those freckles, easier to do so when his skin was so pale, dashing across the room heedless of the bodies between to gather him close and start pressing kisses against his hair. Fingers stroked along back, and arms, looking for injury unreported and finding none. Didn't ease the hurt, the confusion, the need to know what happened.