Dec 27, 2016
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Merry Christmas
It’s not much, and it’s not great but here yall go @towalkinyourlight @lovelyair
“You’re joking right?” Lucifer held the red beanie by the white pom-pom, a picturesque look of horror plastered on his face. Chloe arched an eyebrow, her lips drawn tightly as she gestured her head towards Trixie, who sat patiently next to the three presents that sat on the glass table.
“Trixie picked it out for you,” Chloe smiled a dangerous smile that threatened death while he slept if he didn’t comply. Rolling his eyes, he jammed the beanie over his perfectly quaffed hair, the white lettering “Naughty List” bannered across his forehead.
“Is this your idea of a perfect Christmas Eve? Spending the evening forcing me to wear peasant clothes and having your little...spawn...climb all over my couch?” Lucifer fluttered his fingers at Trixie, who was jumping across the couch in a fashion that was disturbingly reminiscent of Maze’s fighting style.
“It’s what she wanted. She actually likes you, ya know,” Chloe shook her hair back as she placed a matching beanie that had “Nice List” stitched in on her head. “Why are you such a grinch?” She hucked one of the presents directly at his chest. The glittering Noel wrapping paper made him visibly cringe.
“I am not a grinch, I just prefer not to have other people’s celebrated acts thrust in my face like an over-eager school boy at prom.” He stared at the wrapping paper just as intently as Chloe stared at him. She lifted Trixie off the couch, directing her to the elevator.
“Go give Maze her present, ok Monkey?” She patted her shoulder then turned to Lucifer.
“You can talk to me you know,” She took a few steps closer, crossing her arms. “It’s Christmas! You’re supposed to be happy and carefree!”
“This is literally the one day a year that that is something I cannot do,” He deliberately turned away, picking up a brandy and swirling it.
“Talk to me Lucifer! Help me understand, then I will stop bothering you.” She stomped in front of him, giving him her best detective glare.
“I don’t want to.”
“Don’t be such a baby,”
“I don’t. Want. To.” His teeth ground together, but a soft touch on his arm began to melt his cold exterior.
“Lucif-”
“IT REMINDS ME HOW MUCH OF A FAILURE I AM!” He snapped, his eyes flashing a fierce red, his arm shooting out unbidden, pushing her away. It was only when a deafening crash of glass, and the tinkling of shattered shards sounded like jingle bells did he turn to face her.
She lay gasping on the floor, glass sparkling in her hair like snowflakes, blood seeping out of cuts all over her body. He was next to her in a flash, brushing back her hair from her face.
“Chloe I-” His eyes wandered down to the bright white shard of bone protruding from her thigh. “I’m so sorry,”
She coughed, crying out in pain. Lucifer held her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, careful not to cause more pain.
“What the hell was that,” she sputtered, one hand clawing at his lapels.
“I-I lost control, I didn’t,” His eyes sunk into tortured despair at the pain in her eyes, reminiscent of the first time they had met. The memory of the bullet sending her to the floor in a less extreme manner than he had done had recently haunted him, the sight of her consciousness, the thing that made her so beautiful, leave her eyes as they were now flashed through his mind. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” His voice was hoarse and quiet like the glass had cut his throat rather than Chloe.
“I know, stupid,” She laughed, though pained and shaky, “That’s what I get for pissing off the devil.”
“You don’t believe that,” He huffed, still caressing her cheek.
“I know,” she winced, “what I saw a couple months ago. I’ve known since then.”
“You have?” He searched her eyes for falsehood, or pain induced insanity and found none. A tear threatened to trace down his cheek at the realization that the shining star in his life knew what he was, and still stayed, still sought him out, still let him be around Trixie. Gratitude filled him in a manner he had never experienced, causing him to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Can we go to the hospital now?” A croak came from beneath him. He let out a relieved chuckle before lifting her effortlessly.
“Merry Christmas Chloe.” He looked at her with the utter definition of heart-eyes.
“Shut up and take me to the hospital.”
“Right,” he jolted forward, his normal swaggering confidence firmly in place. “That probably hurts like the devil.”
Two weeks of field school in the dead of winter done and I am feeling it. Only one day left and I can leave this podunk town and go home
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