⠀
⠀hesitantly 𝑎pproaching
⠀the rearrangement . the
⠀𝑑etective pans her curious
⠀𝑒yes . “ 𝑟ight . . . “ unsure ,
⠀if this is all 𝑠eriousness .
⠀𝑠till , she decides to seat
⠀herself on the 𝑐hair in
⠀front of the desk .
⠀” 𝑖’ve so ——
⠀many 𝑞uestions .
⠀——
⠀
❝ detective! ❞ lucifer chirps, as she enters his so-called ‘office’. the furniture of his penthouse shifted around to mimic the layout of linda’s real office.
❝ you’re bloody early. . . ❞ hardly, he just has a warped sense of time from his own general tardiness. ❝ why —
⠀
⠀with 𝑛o 𝑖dea , nor
⠀𝑛o 𝑐onclusion of
⠀which conclusion
⠀this is going . her
⠀𝑐ar is headed to the
⠀penthouse —— two
⠀minutes 𝑒arlier , than
⠀arranged . “ 𝑙ucifer ? “
⠀
oh, he can’t wait. she’s in for a surprise, wait until she sees the desk he’s purchased. he’s kitted out the penthouse to make it look like a therapist’s office.
⠀
⠀that 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 —— oh ,
⠀how terrible ideas
⠀always ought to begin .
⠀” in 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑦 ... yes . not
⠀𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 evidence . “
⠀maybe , she’s 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
⠀for some kind of retreat .
⠀” so , unless there’s
⠀cameras in your bedroom .
⠀you caught me ——
⠀
❝ So. . . ❞
There’s a morbid excitement feigned in his tone, as if for some brief moment he was even considering it. ❝ Legally speaking, of course, I could press charges? How fun— ❞ He croons, beaming a wide and mischievous grin.
⠀
⠀” 𝑛𝑜 —— “ the confidence
⠀of that tone , doesn’t take
⠀long to disappear . “ okay .
⠀maybe … i 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 into
⠀your penthouse , and
⠀technically 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 a law . “
⠀back to 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 decker .
⠀
the look on his face as he saunters out of Lux’s main entrance is one of equal shock and intrigue, approaching his own car with a cautious little grin.
❝ Detective. . . Did you steal my keys when I was asleep? ❞ lucifer opens the door and slips into the passenger seat.
⠀
⠀the wind in their ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟,
⠀and a sky 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 into
⠀the sunset. there was no
⠀𝑤𝑎𝑦, that this was real.
⠀” 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, we never ran into
⠀the issue of a 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 ending
⠀elsewhere than 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠. “
⠀chloe quietly admits. �� but,
⠀——
⠀
A sincere smile crept up his lips at her chuckle, one of genuine happiness rather than his usual triumphant grin.
❝ On y va! ❞ Lucifer exclaimed, closing the door behind her, and moving around slipping into the driver’s seat.
With a turn of the key, and the roar of the —