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Date: 2025-10-19 03:42 am (UTC)Let me know if there's anything you need, alright?
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Date: 2025-10-19 06:48 am (UTC)Understood.
[At first, Riddle doesn't entirely understand how this "temporary pairing" would be much different than usual...
... until a few days later, where he hesitates, decides against it, hesitates again, then finally gathers up the courage to ask:]
Do you know what panic attacks look like?
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Date: 2025-10-19 06:52 am (UTC)Yes. I used to have them all the time.
Sometimes it's like this intense need to escape, but... like there was nowhere to escape to. Other times, I'd wake up to one... and there'd be this overwhelming feeling of intense dread or paranoia. Or just plain... fear.
Fear I had no real grasp on. It was just... there, out of nowhere.
Like it was always following me around.
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Date: 2025-10-19 07:18 am (UTC)That... does sound similar to what I've been dealing with.
[Hesitation again, and then:]
The other day, I was talking with a couple other inmates. One of them really got under my skin.
But, just as I got really angry, it was... like you said. Intense fear that came out of nowhere. I didn't feel threatened or unsafe, or any sort of thing that should cause me to be scared, and yet it happened anyway.
And then they suggested it might be a panic attack.
[Another pause.]
Ones that.. keep happening when I become infuriated.
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Date: 2025-10-22 06:15 am (UTC)[Because he wants to really think it over, even going back to some of their earlier conversations. It's after that, he finally returns.]
So... do you remember what we talked about? With Overblot. Or, more specifically, the kinds of things that can lead to those.
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Date: 2025-10-23 05:18 pm (UTC)Getting triggered twice within such a short period of time really had wiped him out.
He turns his attention back to the phone when Jamil speaks again.]
Yes. You mentioned overuse of magic, as well as stress and a lack of rest.
audio; post-wedding and... things
Date: 2025-11-17 03:39 pm (UTC)Good afternoon, Riddle. Would you care to join me in my cabin for drinks and cookies today?
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Date: 2025-11-17 03:45 pm (UTC)Sure. When were you thinking?
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Date: 2025-11-17 04:36 pm (UTC)Whenever you're available is fine.
spam time
Date: 2025-11-17 05:05 pm (UTC)I'll be there shortly, then.
[Knock knock!]
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Date: 2025-11-17 05:41 pm (UTC)Do come in~
[ The room is well... red. Lots of red everywhere and has a hotel-vibe to it. There's a few personal touches such as the large bookshelves on either side of the fireplace and some custom-made rubber ducks dotted around. One of Lucifer and Alastor, along with one wearing a deer costume gathered on the mantle of said fireplace. A single chair in front of the fireplace, a dressing table and section of the room that looks like it was carved out of the current layout to be displaced only to be returned with a... crown of bugs(?) hanging on one of the mirrors. An old radio, gramophone, and typewriter all have their places in the space.
Then there's a small table for two that feels a bit out-of-place where their cookies and drinks have been set up. ]
Pardon the state of the room. It's supposed to have a bayou magically placed over there, but the limitations in this place prevent me from making that happen. [ The way his ears are laid back give away his irritation at the "alterations" to his room. ]
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Date: 2025-11-17 06:25 pm (UTC)He comes inside, curious about the interior... and the... part that looks like it got carved out? Huh.
He heads over to the table, glancing over at said spot as he takes a seat. Ah, that explains it.]
I wasn't aware there were such limitations.
[Granted his own room was stylized but mostly mundane, so nothing had to be changed there.]
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Date: 2025-11-17 06:50 pm (UTC)A wave of his hand. ]
The bayou was a living, breathing part of my magic. Unfortunately, it's unable to support it with the way the Admiral has snuffed out some of our abilities.
Please, have a seat. [ He gestures to a chair while taking his own. ] I didn't know if you had any food allergies so I avoided anything with nuts.
[ But there's an assortment of cookies laid out from lace cookies, French butter cookies, shortbread cookies, triple chocolate cookie, and cherry snowballs. ]
Whatever we don't eat, Lucifer will surely consume before they go to waste.
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Date: 2025-11-19 10:01 am (UTC)[Since that's the only big issue, as far as he knows...
Before he's able to take a seat, he freezes, staring at all the cookies.
A deer in headlights, if you will.
... yeah, he still has some reservations about indulging.]
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Date: 2025-11-19 07:27 pm (UTC)Dangerous in the sense that bayous tend to usually be, one could get stuck and drown in the mud. It lacks some of the other dangers, such as alligators and human pollution. The demon magic it takes to create it? Definitely so.
[ Alastor sits down in his chair and crosses his legs at the knee, pouring himself a cup of coffee. His gaze is locked on Riddle over the rim of his cup when he lifts it to drink.
While the assortment is wide, but the quantity isn't unmanageable. ]
Lesson two: eat as much as you like. I, of course, suggest brushing your teeth thoroughly and perhaps taking up some form of exercise if you wish to keep your health.
Unlike our fallen angel, you are still very much a mortal human and can get cavities or diabetes from ingesting too many sweets.
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Date: 2025-11-19 07:39 pm (UTC)[There's a blink at the words that follow, and a small smile comes to his face - sad and wistful.]
Heh... Trey would never let me or anyone forget about proper dental hygiene.
[His gaze dims as he falls quiet for a few moments, then slowly raises his gaze back up.]
... I wanted to know why you made that decision to "adopt" me, as you both said.
And what it means to you.
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Date: 2025-11-20 06:53 pm (UTC)[ And it's not as if his room is small. It usually even has a bathroom attached. ]
Trey?
[ A hum over the question being asked and his fingers tap on his mug. ]
Having children of my own was never going to be in the cards for me. I'm certain I'll make a horrible parent, unlike my own mother who was quite wonderful to me. Truthfully, I could count on a single hand the people that I have truly cared for in my life as emotions such as affection don't come easily to me.
[ Just part of who he is. ]
I won't claim to be a good soul, my dear. Or that all of my intentions are good. When I first came upon you and Lucifer, I saw a young man in need of guidance and a devil in need of someone to care about. He wasn't wrong when he said that catching my attention is a dangerous thing, as I find people amusing in unique ways.
So at first, it was entertainment. Riling up our dear devil while ensuring he had a reason to actually try to leave this place eventually. You were an interesting young man that I thought would fit well in our little dynamic. [ Alastor is often honestly brutal. ]
Then I had the pleasure of meeting your life giver and I take offense at individuals who claim to be parents but abuse that. [ For reasons he won't say. Also the way he says "pleasure" means anything but that. ] I suppose you could say that gave me a fondness for you.
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Date: 2025-11-20 07:46 pm (UTC)[Whether that's on the Barge, or perhaps in Alastor's home world... or some other avenue entirely.
He smiles a little tightly.]
One of my second-in-commands, back at home. We've known each other since we were little.
[He listens, tentatively taking one of the cookies to nibble at it. Honestly, nothing Alastor says comes as a surprise, necessarily. It just seems very... him.
Then, he balks at the words that follow.]
But he has his daughter.
[Surely that was enough reason alone to want to get off the Barge?
The words that follow have a shamed flush coming to Riddle's face, and he looks away as his gaze darkens.]
... but that wasn't her. Just an illusion.
[Another desperate attempt from Riddle to protect her, or rather, protect her image.]
She wasn't always like that. And... really, it's my own fault I ended up here, as an inmate...
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Date: 2025-11-20 08:16 pm (UTC)[ The Enclosure is likely to not happen - not for a very long time. He has no idea when or if he'll be able to show Riddle the real thing. ]
Second-in-commands?
[ Time to learn about Riddle's world.
A soft sigh as he sets down his cup and closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again. ]
One he loves very much and would do anything for, but they were quite estranged. From what I gathered, both of them seem to think the other need an invitation to see each other or a very good reason. Guilt, awkwardness, unfamiliarity - I'm certain there's a list of feelings tied up in their relationship. So long as she's safe, I believe that Lucifer would have remained here without motivation.
[ Especially knowing what he knows about certain things back home now.
He points at Riddle. ]
Wrong. She was the "mother" you saw her as. Same as Lucifer wanted to see Charlie as his little girl and needed a nudge to view as the young woman she has become.
[ Alastor threads his fingers together as he looks at Riddle head on. ]
She wasn't always like that or you simply were too young to realize it? You feared her, fear disappointing her, so you duck your head and allow her to yell at you. To make you feel small in her presence. Even when she's not here, you're defending her and suffer from panic attacks when you're weak points are poked at.
That is the behavior of a victim of abuse. Perhaps not physical but the verbal kind.
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Date: 2025-12-01 04:19 am (UTC)[He sounds even a tiny bit excited at the prospect.
As for the second-in-commands...]
At Night Raven College, I am—... was the Housewarden of the Heartslabyul house. Trey and Cater were my Vice Housewardens. It was our duty to ensure the students did and got everything they needed to in order to succeed.
[A soft frown follows. His gaze slowly falls.]
"Safe" doesn't mean "happy".
[Something of which he's painfully aware.
And then there's a blink as he's pointed at, gaze coming back up to meet with the radio demon's.
All those things are true but... victim of abuse? Surely, his situation wasn't that severe.]
I...
[He fumbles for words for a moment, opening his mouth and closing it again a couple times.
Finally, he looks to the side.]
I just thought that's what a good son would do.
[Battered in spirit though he is, it's obvious he loves her deep down - that some part of him wished to see her silver lining, wished to see the justice and fairness in her methods.]
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Date: 2025-12-04 07:12 pm (UTC)I see. You use the past tense when you speak of your life, as if you don't intend to return when you graduate this place.
[ There was even the correction from present tense to past right in front of his eyes. It has Alastor gently poking at it and the reason behind the choice.
While Riddle takes in what he said, Alastor remains silent as feelings and words struggle to form fully. ]
It's what she taught you to do through what was likely harsh punishments. She took advantage of your love for her to manipulate you the way she wanted.
[ He won't deny Riddle's feelings for the woman, but as someone who is an expert at manipulating, he knows one when he sees one. ]
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Date: 2025-12-09 11:00 pm (UTC)I do need to complete my studies, and take responsibility for what I did... but, I doubt I'd be allowed to keep my position as Housewarden after what happened.
[By all means, the dorm had every right to snub him as leader.
Slowly, he looks back to Alastor. His brow furrows hard at the words.
Finally, a sigh escapes as he deflates.]
Perhaps you're right.
[It felt so wrong, so traitorous to agree, but what else could he do? He'd so long carried the burden himself that there was something wrong with him, and that's what led to his misery.
And yet, here, even though realizing had been more painful than he could have anticipated, with Alastor and Lucifer... for the first time, he felt... okay, being him.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 02:51 am (UTC)Do you believe you are no longer fit for the role? Is there someone more qualified to be Housewarden than someone who has not gone through what you have?
[ Experience can be very useful when dealing with other students. He doesn't know what all happened for Riddle to end up here, but this would give him insight into something that might help him recognize the same signs in others.
Alastor waits and looks back while Riddle decides how to take his words.
Then reaches across the table to push the plate of cookies closer to the boy. More a comfort than a reward for accepting this horrible truth. ]
It will take time to fully accept this and find out who Riddle is without his birth mother whispering in his ear, but if you stick with us, I assure you, you'll get it sooner rather than later.
[ Alastor and Lucifer might be the type to say that the show must go on or one is never fully dressed without a smile, but they can both be unapologetically themselves at the same time. ]
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Date: 2025-12-21 07:17 am (UTC)[His brow tenses as he looks off to the side. Clearly, his death and how it came about has really marked him.]
... find out who Riddle is...
[He sounds so uncertain. Even hesitantly recognizing the impact of his upbringing, he can't shake the feeling of being defective.
After a quiet frown for a bit, he finally looks up at Alastor.]
How do you do it, Alastor? You seem so... unforgivingly comfortable with yourself.
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Date: 2025-12-21 06:14 pm (UTC)[ He isn't expecting an answer now, but it's to open Riddle up to new ways of thinking and looking at the situation. To get outside of the box of "failure" that his mother has instilled upon him for what happened - regardless of whether that Belief of her was the first time they were 'face-to-face' since his death.
Alastor watches Riddle closely, while seeming to not look at all. It's done out of the corner of his eye as he takes a drink while the boy thinks over what he said.
At the question he laughs. ]
An excessive dose of pride and a smile, my dear boy. A smile is a valuable tool.
Dec. 1st
Date: 2025-12-02 04:30 am (UTC)Because it's just the view of a sweating, confused, and very profusely bleeding Lucifer. The golden blood is smeared across the camera just enough that details are difficult to make out. Then, just as suddenly as the video call came through, it ends. And... Lucifer won't be able to answer any calls, anytime soon.]
1/3
Date: 2025-12-02 04:37 am (UTC)...until his device goes off.]
2/3
Date: 2025-12-02 04:37 am (UTC)3/3
Date: 2025-12-02 04:42 am (UTC)He calls Lucifer once, twice, three times - no response.
So he calls Alastor.]
Spam - Dining Hall
Date: 2025-12-16 05:36 am (UTC)"Mister Riddle? We've jus' met in passing, but I'm Samwise Gamgee. I'm meant t'be your warden this month."
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Date: 2025-12-17 08:11 am (UTC)"I see..."
Almost reflexively, his hand moves to cover the bracelet shifting to blue.
"Nice to meet you, Samwise. I apologize, I've... been here—" he falters, "—four months now."
Time sure does fly. And still no permanent warden.
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:49 am (UTC)It's light cheating. He has read his ledger page.
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Date: 2025-12-21 07:43 am (UTC)"I do, yes. I'm partial to the lighter and sweeter flavors.
"Why?"
text, post-coma
Date: 2025-12-18 07:28 am (UTC)Sorry about all that.
You okay?
[Because of course his first priority is apology and concern... Why wouldn't it be?]
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Date: 2025-12-18 07:42 am (UTC)Where are you?
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Date: 2025-12-19 01:17 am (UTC)Just do me a favor and keep the light off.
[It's the only thing keeping his head from feeling as though it's splitting wide open.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 01:45 am (UTC)[Riddle heads there shortly. Seeing the door is open, he quietly slips in, doing his best not to let too much light in. It's taking a moment for his eyes to adjust, even with the cozy light sources around.
Quietly, he calls out:]
Lucifer?
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Date: 2025-12-19 04:26 am (UTC)Hey, kid...
[It's said softly, and it might be easy to assume it's the pain causing his voice to sound a touched... strained? Almost wary, in some ways, too.]
You doing okay?
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Date: 2025-12-19 04:38 am (UTC)There's a puff and a shake of his head as he carefully closes the door behind him.]
I'm not the one who got shot.
[He comes over to bed, and finds himself hesitating - unsure, exactly, where he was welcome and where he was not. This was Alastor's bed, after all.
The mood bracelet shifts through a few different colors - purple, red, blue and black. None of them happy colors, certainly.
Ultimately, he takes a seat in the chair nearby.]
You sound awful.
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:46 am (UTC)Mm... not like I can remember it. Only way I knew it was... through being told, and... I guess the pain in my forehead is kind of telling, too, but now I get to understand what a headache feels like! Which... gotta admit, overall, it isn't feeling too much different from what Vox did to me.
Anyway, it's just... easier to talk quietly...
[That said, Riddle is being slowly absorbed into the blanket pile... Lucifer's feeling a tad bit clingy, and the kid's being all genuinely worried about him, which is not something that happened, even back home...]
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:57 am (UTC)He frowns softly at Lucifer's words... Only for his body to tense, gaze sharpening onto that little opening in the bed.]
What who did to you?
[This kid has not killed a single soul in his life, but you sure wouldn't know it looking at him right now.
Yes, fine, he will allow assimilation into the blanket pile, even if he's bristly like an angry cat.]
S2 spoilers
Date: 2025-12-19 06:26 am (UTC)... Sinner from Hell. Vox.
[He waits until Riddle is able to curl up next to him, blankets partially on him, Lucifer's face pressed into his upper arm or his upper back.]
I... upset Charlie, Vox used that to lure me into a trap, and... used me to destroy the Gates to Heaven. It... makes the death toll feel... not so bad, in a way. But... at least it's-... not as bad as what he did to... others.
[Lucifer can be very free with his words with someone he's very attached to, but... not only has he endured great torment as a result of misplaced trust, he won't share what Alastor endured with a child. Not to mention... it's not his secret to tell.]
And... I've endured worse in the past.
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Date: 2025-12-19 06:42 am (UTC)His brow furrows further and further, arms moving automatically around Lucifer. The last part has a hard edge coming to his frown, and he tightens his embrace with a hard sigh.]
And neither of those last two things matter.
[But most of that frustration is aimed at the shit that keeps happening to him. Frustration at... his own powerlessness, in stopping him. It terrifies him even more than he wants to admit to himself.
Vox is not a name he'll forget.
So he curls up a bit himself, his own face pressing against Lucifer's shoulder.]
None of that matters... I know - it's not easy. Not downplaying what you've been through.
But you don't have to feel guilty for feeling miserable.
December 25th; morning
Date: 2025-12-19 06:22 am (UTC)Inside is a radio so it's perhaps a bit obvious who this came from as it isn't marked. Along with a bag of rose meringue cookies and box of jasmine blend for tea to go along with the treat. ]