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[deivll]

@properprocedure​ didn’t even ask.

            “i don’t know about you, detective, but my lady garden certainly doesn’t look quite so dishevelled.”       he’s been waiting to make that joke from the moment they stepped foot onto a would-be-murderer’s tacky back porch. the weeds are overgrown. there’s a can of spilled paint where the decking should be and a pair of white, latex gloves that the detective is already rip-cording from her pocket.

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guess who broke my tag again. 

[collectedbooks]

@properprocedure said:  “Is this some kind of joke?”  /  THE  HOUR  STARTERS !   (  ACCEPTING.  )

‘ i  can  assure  you  firsthand  that  god  does  not  joke  about  miracles.   i’ve  gotten  enough  sh  ---  negative  feedback  about  them  to  know. ‘

aziraphale  isn’t  looking  at  her,  idly  twisting  an  antique  emerald  snake  earring  between  his  fingers  instead.   (  he’d  just  bought  it  on  impulse  on  the  way  over,  and  it’s  been  entirely  distracting  him  from  the  actual  conversation  for  the  past  twenty  minutes.  )   it’s  not  like  he  really  needs  to  be  paying  attention,  anyways,  the  good  detective  must  know  her  god - gifted  status  after  all  the  time  she’s  spent  around  lucifer.   perhaps  she’s  only  playing  dumb  to  keep  the  secret.

‘ strategically  speaking,  it’s  quite  a  good  move.   you  know,  i  HAD  wondered  why  lucifer  seemed  to  bleeding,  at  the  crime  scene  on  woodley  you  both  visited  last  week.   he  doesn’t  usually  do  .  .  .  that  .  .  . ‘       he  falters  as  he  finally  looks  up  and  catches  her  expression,  brow  furrowing  in  confusion.      ‘ .  .  .  i’m  sorry,  are  you  feeling  ill? ‘

[miraclebyproduct]

@properprocedure / liked.

     in her rather frank opinion trixie had been rather careful of mentioning lucifer, or anything that might remotely lead toward thoughts of the man, around her mom. she’d kept all sighs and pouts and anything else that could be considered missing him in check; only letting it out around other adults  ---  her therapist or maze or ella or ( on the rare occasion when he didn’t seem to be missing someone himself ) her father. but it was well after bedtime, she had only managed roughly half an hour of sleep, and she knew the oncoming signs of restless night if she didn’t do something will all of her thoughts. deciding that she could either admit to her mother that she was having trouble sleeping, or deal with falling asleep and waking up repeatedly through out the night, trixie admitted defeat. she was only ten, after all. sliding out of bed and finding her way into the living room, the young girl shuffles on her feet near the edge of the couch. biting her lip briefly before clearing her throat.   “mom?”

[royalchemy]

bean: would you like some gatorade?

nika: yES

bean with hand motions, barely restrained excitement, and an air of great anticipation: we have red...and white

[abouttiimeadjacent]

        He’s been staring at the building in front of him for longer than is normal, but he’s thinking. ❝ Ah, sorry-- sorry, what? What did you say? I was just-- was that building there always a diner because I swear... ❞

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[noteasilyswayed-arc]

' 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃. ' alana said matter-of-factly, but with a very warm smile on her features as she glances over at the other, fingers wrapped around a warm coffee mug, longingly wishing that it was filled with baileys instead of just plain coffee. ‘ i see you physically present, but mentally you’ve checked out. ’

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[samaelnomcre]

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             It was not something that she’d not done before but with her touch this time, Lucifer did not recoil and grab her. Instead, he stayed still; he allowed her to touch the scars from his wings and allowed her to look upon them. She meant him no harm with her actions and he knew that much. He also knew that now she knew everything, there was no need to remain so defensive over them. 

            In fact, he found it oddly soothing. Her touch was soft   ---   almost ghost-like   ---   as she ran over the crescent-shaped scars that mirrored each other.   “ Chloe... ”   His eyes had closed but that did not mean he did not know where she was and his head moved as such. He wanted her to stand with him; to stand at his side as fascinated as she seemed by his scarring. He wanted her to know that they were inflicted by him, and himself only. It was about time he told her that much. 

          His hand reached backwards and waited for her to take it    ( even if he had already begun to turn himself around to face her ).     “ There’s --- There’s something you should know about them but I’m not sure you would like what I have to tell you. ”    And with that, his head lowered and a pensive expression masked his features.

@properprocedure | touch my muses scars | accepting.