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[chopoffyourhead]

Okay.

[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?

[totaldadbeat]

[There's a lump in Alastor's bed, that will turn out to be Lucifer under every single blanket. Slowly, one eye peeks out, near the bottom of the blanket pile, before retreating so his mouth can be there instead. To make it easier to hear him, since he can't talk very loudly.]

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?

[chopoffyourhead]

[...oh. Lucifer seems very fond of Piles. Maybe he's part dragon, too.

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.

[totaldadbeat]

[He reaches out, gently tugging Riddle's wrist, to coax him to sit next to Lucifer.]

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...]

[chopoffyourhead]

[lskdkjfS lucifer... You make it impossible for him to tsun at you when you're like that. Which is to say his cheeks are growing warmer, but he lets himself be moved onto the bed.

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

[totaldadbeat]

[Riddle is the only other being he is willing to talk about anything with... ]

... 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.

[chopoffyourhead]

[It is significantly darker under here, but that's fine. ... although, is Lucifer the only other one here? He swears he feels a familiar presence.

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.