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( open post. ) v. 3
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( swallowed by a vicious vengeful sea darker days are raining over me. )
He knew what it looked like on humans. How it ate away at them like acid. Chewing and chipping and sloughing away.
They were only supposed to talk. But it escalated. It was a brutal fight and Maze was no match for Uriel though she tried. Then the words that pierced cold dread all the way through him. His brother having enough of these little games and deciding to punish Lucifer by killing not only mum but Chloe and John as well. He could do it.
A simple press of that piano key and he could call it all into action. Lucifer would be helpless to do anything but wait for the inevitable hammer drop. Panic overwhelmed him and then---
The return to Lux is in a daze. He knows John is there. He has been for weeks now. How often is the Devil himself afraid? Well, when his mum is in town and intent on using him. He didn't know for what though and he was unmoored, drifting. Desperate. He needed grounding and Linda couldn't possibly understand though she tried.
His clothes are plastered to him in places. Hands no longer slippery but sticky, itching. There's the pungent smell of copper in his nose and he feels as though he might actually be sick. The elevator opens and both John and his mum stand in the dark room from where they'd been waiting.
Constantine had told him to be careful. A frankly chaste goodbye. Just in case. After all, only Celestials can harm other Celestials. His mum is talking, asking after Uriel and Lucifer's heart is in his throat, eyes burning and wet. Don't look at me like that. Please don't. But she does, she is and there could be understanding there but how? How could she have any understanding for him when he's killed his brother, one of her children?
When she does step toward him he draws back, shoulders tensed and folding in a little on himself much like a child. No, no it's all wrong. This is all---Lucifer's gaze follows over when John draws closer, mouth trembling. His voice breaks. ]
What've I done?
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That distraction doesn't last. When the elevator opens, John's focus is entirely on Lucifer. And John's heart is breaking for him, like there's a vice grip around it that keeps it from beating quite right. John doesn't know when he passed that line where Lucifer was worth more than sex and desperation clinging for some sort of hope of a better outcome. But it's painfully apparent now that the line wasn't just crossed, but blazed past, left in the dust of days long gone.
He'd do literally anything now to make this right for him. And it's impossible to.]
Oh, Lu. [John doesn't know what to say just yet. But he knows that Lucifer doesn't need to be here like this, dirty with his brother's blood and eyes full of tears. No, Lucifer is a beautifully put together man, dark and decadent and elegant, and he deserves to have his worst moments in privacy. If the man had a single sign of him wanting to be near his mother now, John would step back and just wait his turn. But that little draw back tells him more than enough.] Come on, handsome. Let's get you out of those clothes. [He swallows, forcing a gentle tone and calm demeanor. It's his turn to take care of Lucifer now.
He hooks an arm around him, nodding at Lucifer's mum, it's time to get him away from her.]
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He thought, once, that something like this might cause a buzzing in the mind. That it would be this obnoxiously loud thing. Like an old radio with nothing but static. The reality is worse. A quiet cavern in his own skull and nothing to fill it up. Just the knowledge of what he's done. What he can't take back.
Were Lucifer more aware in the moment he might realize what this is. This bit of role reversal. When he was there for John after an awful case. He can't think like that. The connections don't come. John says the nickname he uses for him and his mouth turns down in a frown, chin quivering. He doesn't realize that Maze has made her way back to clean up and nurse her own wounds from their fight until his mum tries to take another step toward her son and the demon's voice cuts through the air sharply. ] He doesn't need you. Constantine will look after him.
[ Threats, not that they are needed, are implied. She's seen the two of them together enough to know that John wouldn't use these moments of vulnerability against Lucifer. If he was that stupid he wouldn't be around to gloat about it for long. But she knows she's ill-equipped to help the Lord of Hell in this moment.
Bent over a little at the arm that finds its way around him, a shaking hand reaches for purchase on the exorcist. Anything to ground him. But he looks down at his bloody hand and thinks better of it, drawing back as if burned. A shuddering breath escapes but all he can manage is a nod.
Maze and his mum leave at some point and Lucifer isn't quite certain when they make it into the bathroom. ]
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When Lucifer draws back, John moves with him. He's there, a present force that stays with Lucifer, ready to support him more if needed. Hell, he'd carry him if he thought it was necessary, but Lucifer makes it to the bathroom well enough. Of course he would. John has had to be carried more often than not. But Lucifer is Lucifer.]
I've got you. [There's no point in saying that it'll be alright, it won't. And while John will lie happily when it suits him to many, he doesn't lie to Lucifer. There's no point. And who wants false comfort now? It wouldn't do any good. John can't imagine that much will though.]
Here, let me help you. [John moves with as much gentleness as he can manage, working off Lucifer's jacket first, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw while he works. It's entirely chaste, it's meant for comfort and reassurance. And then he moves to his shirt.] The bath'll feel good.