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fandomtownies2020-02-12 08:06 am
my_own_advocate) wrote in fandomtownies2020-02-12 08:06 am
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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Afternoon
It wasn't that the pollen didn't work on Lucifer. But like most drugs, it needed time to work its way through the innate defenses of a celestial's physical form, and so it was Wednesday by the time the itch began - an ache, really. And perhaps that was it, the leading reason for why he'd woken up feeling this way; as if the ache had been a small hole carved into his wall of distraction, and the sheer volume of what was tucked away behind it had ripped away at the bricks around it and come pouring out.
Perhaps it was just the achingly, ephemerally beautiful way he'd watched two young lovers crash together last night in the way they could only when everything was new and there was nothing but promise before them.
He'd slung his jacket over a chair and settled, in shirt and waistcoat, behind the piano at the heart of the Devil's Nest. They weren't open, not officially, but he'd been careless with the locks and he didn't particularly care. He needed the acoustics here, was all. Nothing to do with his other piano residing in a large, empty mansion.
His fingers slid over the keys, punching in the first few notes of a familiar song. But it rang sour in his ears, and he tried something else-- something sadder.
"Pathetic," he muttered to himself, pulling his hands away and rubbing at his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He needed something else. Something with a little more punch, to settle the need inside of him to punch something as much as the need to curl up, and... His hands dropped back to the keys. His voice rang out, rich and filling the space with urgency, a hint of sorrow he didn't have any words for, himself. "Was a long and dark December, from the rooftops I remember, there was snow... white snow..."
His phone trembled on top of the piano. He ignored it, his voice growing in strength. It was better this way, taking pressure off a valve and dispersing his idle thoughts to the wind in favor of something less-- pathetic.
His phone trembled again, and the screen lit up with a message.
Ella Lopez: ok but for rlz when r u coming back we MISS u lucifer
He was going to ignore it. And the picture she'd sent 35 minutes ago. The one with her, and the side of Dan's face, and the big, mildly startled eyes of--
"I took my love down to violet hill; there we sat in snow. All that time, she was silent still," he sang, bringing the song down to its quiet outro. "So if you love me, won't you let me know...?"
And from the outro, he'd slide right back into the intro, and start all over again.
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Perhaps it was just the achingly, ephemerally beautiful way he'd watched two young lovers crash together last night in the way they could only when everything was new and there was nothing but promise before them.
He'd slung his jacket over a chair and settled, in shirt and waistcoat, behind the piano at the heart of the Devil's Nest. They weren't open, not officially, but he'd been careless with the locks and he didn't particularly care. He needed the acoustics here, was all. Nothing to do with his other piano residing in a large, empty mansion.
His fingers slid over the keys, punching in the first few notes of a familiar song. But it rang sour in his ears, and he tried something else-- something sadder.
"Pathetic," he muttered to himself, pulling his hands away and rubbing at his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He needed something else. Something with a little more punch, to settle the need inside of him to punch something as much as the need to curl up, and... His hands dropped back to the keys. His voice rang out, rich and filling the space with urgency, a hint of sorrow he didn't have any words for, himself. "Was a long and dark December, from the rooftops I remember, there was snow... white snow..."
His phone trembled on top of the piano. He ignored it, his voice growing in strength. It was better this way, taking pressure off a valve and dispersing his idle thoughts to the wind in favor of something less-- pathetic.
His phone trembled again, and the screen lit up with a message.
Ella Lopez: ok but for rlz when r u coming back we MISS u lucifer
He was going to ignore it. And the picture she'd sent 35 minutes ago. The one with her, and the side of Dan's face, and the big, mildly startled eyes of--
"I took my love down to violet hill; there we sat in snow. All that time, she was silent still," he sang, bringing the song down to its quiet outro. "So if you love me, won't you let me know...?"
And from the outro, he'd slide right back into the intro, and start all over again.
[[ open. ]]
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