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[shardsofstark]

A huff of laughter. Bitter, broken, furious. Why won't she talk to him? It's like he's conveniently forgotten the huge secret he'd kept from her. Like he'd forgotten the fact he killed her brother. It's fucked up. It's ridiculous, and exactly the kind of bullshit Nadia should have expected. " are you fucking kidding me, Steve? " another broken laugh. . . voice breaking this time. " Why am I- ? " she breaks off, a sob ripping from vocal cords that are sore from screaming. from fighting. from hoping this was all some kind of nightmare she'd wake up from any moment now. " You don't get to play 'mr nice guy' anymore- " she snaps, a sharp intake of breath as her breathing hitches, fighting back another sob, hands wiping angrily at red rimmed eyes. " . . . so drop the fucking act. " her jaw trembles, hands shake by her sides. anger. grief. heartbreak. she doesn't even know anymore. " I fucking- I trusted you. Do you get that? I fucking trusted you and you just- you- " god she can barely speak. A stuttering inhale, almost a hiccup, followed by a jerky rise of her chest. " you killed him. " quieter now, features crumpling as she stares him at him with a mixture of hatred and anguish.

@tiberiusmadhouse sent: why won't you just talk to me?

[vyrulent]

starter call || @tiberiusmadhouse ( Mina )

"What do you think of all of this, Mina? Truly... doesn't it seem strange that we remain as these ... monsters," Lucy asked. She felt conflicted on this new life where they had to take blood -- and possibly lives -- just to continue on with their life.

"I'm not so certain I'm built for this life..."

[tcrniishedcopper]

Slow claps at his brother’s decision to ply their father with alcohol.

                    ‘ Well done. Good plan.’

[biigbcssa2]

// leaves a case of large bottles filled with nectar, the embossing on the bottle is a crocus as Lucifer got them from Hades. no note is left but there’s a small business card for a Clymenus Aides, and the phone number is circled //

He frowns at the bottles and squints. He takes a look at the card. Well now that makes more sense. Of course His omnipresent being saw His Archangel leave the present but perhaps he was just a messenger.

He couldn't recognize the name nor number. That only meant whoever they were, they weren't from His universe. And not just any being could convince Lucifer of being a deliver boy so they must be powerful...or have something the Devil wanted. Eitherway, Adonai would find out later with the number on the card.

He made the little paper vanish into His pocket and took a bottle of nectar to open it. The scent of it was impressive to say the least.

"Hmm-" Trusting or not trusting... Again- if someone wanted to harm him through this, Lucifer wouldn't allow it by all the 'I'll be the one to kill you Father' thing...or that's what He wanted to believe.

Adonai poured Himself a glass and took a sip. Strong. With body. Very tasty.

Another longer sip.

[shardsofstark]

She freezes, cup of coffee that's halfway to her lips lowering, hands clenching around the mug as she blinks. She turns to face him. . . . slowly. Hazel hues flick over his features, searching blue eyes for any kind of comical joke because surely it had to be right? She's being punked or. . . it's some kind of fucked up joke. She's not even from this timeline and god, has she ever been able to have a good thing and keep it? Tongue darts over pink lips, throat suddenly dry. The silence is thick with tension that could be put with a knife, in the way it always is when things gets weighted. Because Nadia is good with light. Good at having a quip on her tongue or hiding behind sarcasm, but real? that takes her by surprise every time. For a genius, her emotional intelligence is arguably piss poor. At-least when it comes to herself. " I- " she blinks again. " What did you say? " because god. He's been so kind to her, hasn't he? Nadia had arrived in this universe frazzled, disorientated, tearing through the grief to try and find a universe her brother still existed. Only to find him dead. Again. ( She doesn't even exist in this timeline. . . not really. ) And yet, he'd given her a place to stay, helped her find her feet when her garbage tech had fried itself on the journey, and well- she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel anything.

@tiberiusmadhouse sent: do you think you might see me as more than a friend?

[vyrulent]

starter call || @tiberiusmadhouse ( the deep )

There's Vought... then there's Disney. Ariel isn't certain, but if Vought is anything like the Mouse, then their lives are not their own. They don't hold true freedom. Ariel's image was the most important aspect for them. The public believes her and Eric are married -- yet, there's no relationship there. It's all make believe, created to sell tickets , movies, and toys and to make her beloved to girls and boys all over the world.

This was all the powers that be's idea. Homelander was paired up with Cinderella -- the two perfect, pretty blondes while she was being paired up with the Deep for a little meet and greet.

"So they paired the Lord of the Sea with the Little Mermaid, I see," Ariel said, cracking a smile. "I'm a little nervous."

[tcrniishedcopper]

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Lucifer vc: I mean…

    ‘ .........yes? ’