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❛ AH ! MAZE, DARLING there you are . . . ❜ empty glass of scotch is set down, hues watching her move as he stands : smoothing out his suit. ❛ i need your help. ❜ a disheartened, annoyed roll of eyes come first then wings follow, sprouting in all their angelic glory. ❛ be a good demon && cut ‘em off. ❜ voice leaves no room for debate. he wants them removed. he wants his freedom. he is the DEVIL not some pawn. // ♥’d for a starter ! @mazikaen
▤ = falling asleep on them .
digits slowly comb through thick, dark tresses / fingernails gently scraping the demon’s scalp as she soothes the beast, seemingly impossible to tame unless she’s with the therapist, or trixie. a lot of whiskey at the bar managed to bring mazikeen down to this level at this time of the night, and linda is sitting on the couch in her office with maze’s head perched upon her lap. it isn’t until she hears her breathing get heavier as she’s speaking that linda even notices she’s fallen asleep, “maze ?” glancing down at the sleeping demon, linda removes her hand from maze’s hair, “oh —- i can’t —– maze, where i am gonna ——” there’s no response and she releases a heavy sigh, “—- this is fine.” / @mazikaen
Lucifer, you absolute wanker. You hurt my little spikey bean.
How could you? She didn't want to learn about being human and feelings, but now she does and she's hurting. All she wants is someone to care about her.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
it’s the first moment she feels as though their friendship is flourishing into something more than what it has been / after all of the hardships and the dishonesty, they managed to work out their issues and have an adult conversation that didn’t resolve with maze throwing a hell queen temper tantrum. the question throws her off, but in the best of ways —— in a way that makes all of that madness make the slightest bit of sense : the way she lashed out, all of the vicious things she said to the ones who care about her most. has this been the reason all along ? it was never necessarily about amenadiel, of course, he played a big part in all of this.
the way maze is looking at her now, it’s a look she’s witnessed in the demon’s intense eyes several times before / but this time she can see it. no longer oblivious to her dear friend’s true feelings, linda finds herself a bit solaced to learn that there has been an underlying rationalization for the way she has been behaving.
a sheepish smile plucks at rubescent petals ; she’s jubilant. she’s so happy she has her friend back, it killed her to see mazikeen so broken up and knowing she had been the reason. “do you have any idea how much i missed you ?” she doesn’t backcap maze’s question, but instead asks her own. they need to have yet another conversation, like mature adults. celestial beings seem to struggle with handling their emotions more than any human patient linda has ever had / it’s depleting. “is there — anything on your mind ? anything you wanna talk about ?” / @mazikaen
"don't move, you're hurt."
“maze —————” the syllable is prolonged, a rasp in her frail voice, unable to release more than a whisper. wrong place / wrong time. gun fire, chloe and lucifer both racing to her side. it’s their perpetrator, the devil chases after him with every intention of putting him to justice. the detective is calling for backup as well as a medic.
linda hasn’t seen or heard from mazikeen smith in months / she just up and left. when she sees the familiar face, hears the protective sound of her voice, the therapist finds the vigor to open heavy lids ———— through obscured vision, she can make out the outline of the demon’s face until she gets closer and she can see her a bit better. she’s fading fast : the gunshot wound doesn’t hurt as horrifically as it didn’t only moments ago, and she’s growing cold. all she can think about is the woman before her, skeptical if her eyes are misleading her or if her best friend is actually here.
amenadiel isn’t here to hinder time, and she’s terrified. knowing what she knows now, she is afraid to die. she doesn’t want to be tortured in an eternal spiral of suffering like charlotte richards / but most of all, she doesn’t want to leave now when she just now has maze back…. “———— are– are you really here ?” she chokes out a cry, tears stinging brown hues as her throat threatens to close with more sobs, “please— please tell me— you’re really here…” / @mazikaen
eyes shift towards something coming near their territory. ------ predatory control shifts over your body. what was their intentions. what would you do. questions rose and suspicion set in. as you neared the other you would only see dark hair before you spoke. ❛ who are you ❜
@mazikaen / hearted.
