Lucifer Morningstar (
my_own_advocate) wrote in
fandomtownies2020-04-07 03:39 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night
Sometimes you were the consumate host. Sometimes you were the piano player. Sometimes, you'd been at a party that ran too late and there were pillow forts everywhere and, okay, one could find Lucifer in a fort not too far from the piano, just out of sight.
Napping.
He'd be awake any minute now to resume his hostly duties. Honest.
[[ open. i'm tired. ]]
Napping.
He'd be awake any minute now to resume his hostly duties. Honest.
[[ open. i'm tired. ]]

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Seivarden grinned as she crouched beside the pillow fort.
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Chopsticks. He could drum and strum with the best of them, but he was not much of a pianist.
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Lucifer's voice sounded sleepy, but still somehow managed to be quite offended.
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She assumed not.
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Because he'd met so many of both.
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Seivarden was going to tease you for sleeping in a pillow fort at work, Lucifer.
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Duke didn't know any of those, either. Except maybe that cleaner guy that Gloria made them wait for last time he went home.
He was pretty sure that guy was actually Bigfoot, though.
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She still looked cheerful.
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She got to her feet too.
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Seivarden leaned in to kiss him before heading towards the bar.
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"So, tell me all about it."
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"Good club?"
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As long as it was funny anyway.
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Seivarden sipped her drink again.
"Anyway, I take it you didn't see the flower photos I posted on Instagram."
Or the cat ones.