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fandomtownies2020-10-20 05:47 am
my_own_advocate) wrote in fandomtownies2020-10-20 05:47 am
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night
Lucifer had vague plans of hosting a big party for his return. Some day. At the moment, his heart wasn't quite in it, as invigorating as it had been to leave the house, however briefly.
So his return to the Devil's Nest was a relatively subdued affair, as he blocked off the axe range with the rest of the plants and then spent entirely too much time hunting around for his piano.
"Eric better not have mistreated you," he cooed to the instrument once it was set up. A few experimental touches to the keys-- well, the sound was still fine.
And so the Devil was back at the piano tonight, playing subdued things. Trying to put his heart back into grand, festive, distracting plans.
"What I've kept in me, and what I've thrown away, and where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day..."
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So his return to the Devil's Nest was a relatively subdued affair, as he blocked off the axe range with the rest of the plants and then spent entirely too much time hunting around for his piano.
"Eric better not have mistreated you," he cooed to the instrument once it was set up. A few experimental touches to the keys-- well, the sound was still fine.
And so the Devil was back at the piano tonight, playing subdued things. Trying to put his heart back into grand, festive, distracting plans.
"What I've kept in me, and what I've thrown away, and where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day..."
[[ open! up early for timezone reasons ]]
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The moment he'd crossed back into Fandom waters, though, he'd gotten text message. Which had led to the absolute fastest post-trip shower Duke had on record before he headed to the bar. With a plan to steal a bottle of something if Lucifer wasn't there, so he didn't show up at the mansion empty handed.
He'd drunk all his decent liquor on his boat already.
"Right," he said, walking right up to the piano, happy-go-lucky pirate mask firmly in place (if you ignored all the layers of exhaustion and concussion and general angst built up around his expression). He held his phone up for Lucifer to see. "What the hell are these emojis supposed to mean? And what happened to Octavia?!"
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He seriously debated getting up right now and getting back to the phone question later, but since he was still seated, it was easy to lean over and say, "'I'm back, happy face', 'I have a twin and he's here, unhappy about that', 'flew up here' 'to fix that', 'everything is on fire', 'flew back in a hurry', 'Octavia turned into a raccoon', 'shall we have drinks?'"
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Look, he'd just left Haven after watching a guy get talked into letting himself be actually abducted by imaginary aliens. His ability to feel shock was well and truly broken.
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Then he rose up from behind the piano and yanked Duke into one whopper of a hug.
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He did, however, manage to hug back after not too long a moment to catch up with what was actually happening.
"Missed you too, buddy," he mumbled. "Thanks for the demons."
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Not that there was much of an 'everyone' left.
"Oh, please, they were bloody useless," he muttered. "Though at least you're not dead, I suppose."
He'd remember he was awkward about hugging any minute now.
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"Hey now, Murus was very effectively creepy," he said, a perfectly weak attempt at his usual joviality. "Even without the whole 'wearing my dead wife' thing. I'm sure she's a great demon."
Murus had been hanging out in Evi's body; Duke could be forgiven the pronoun confusion.
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He pulled back, finally. It wasn't even that awkward.
Also wasn't very far back, honestly. Were you technically actually leaving a hug if your hands were still one someone's arms? A question for the ages.
"Right," he said, "How about I close up, we grab the raccoon and the drinks at my place, and we can talk all about how not-dead you are despite all your attempts to the contrary."
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How Duke had freaked the fuck out and kicked her out?
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He eyed Duke, and his face, a bit of his whirlwind thing dying down in the process. "I know what happened," he said. "Evidence had an interesting Hell loop."
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“Is she — okay? I mean, other than being a raccoon.”
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One more long look as he tried to make something out of Duke's expression. Then he stepped away.
"We need drinks," he said. "Dr. Linda feels that if I want to make things with my friends not be an absolute trashfire, I have to start listening to you lot, and I'm not doing that in the bloody Nest."
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Would Raccoontavia try to maul him for being mean to her in Haven?
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He smiled at Duke, then motioned towards the exit.
"I told her to tell you herself," he said, as he began to walk. "I also told her you'd react this way."
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--well, the old yardstick.
That thought brought his energy levels down a bit again.
He pushed open the door and stepped outside.
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Duke flinched. “Yeah. I just kicked her out of her own home,” he said, bitterness and self-recrimination on full display. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, hunching his shoulders. “So, uh. Twin brother, huh? He have as big a stick up his ass as your other siblings?”
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He tossed Duke a glance. "He didn't come bother you, did he?"
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Which was a story that would require many, many drinks to tell in full.
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"No, his thing is - was - impersonating me, until I made sure he could no longer do so," Lucifer said. "Bloody Michael."