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bigapplesauce2015-01-06 11:28 pm
wentdowntogeorgia) wrote in bigapplesauce2015-01-06 11:28 pm
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What was our math homework? [closed]
When Lucifer appears in Iman's flat with a burst of heavy wing beats, it is dark inside; all the lights are out and it is silent, or as silent as it can be in New York City. Considering that it's literally four in the morning, this isn't exactly a surprise, but Lucifer doesn't care much about sleep schedules or socially acceptable visiting hours.
What is important is the fact that Lucifer has an update for Iman on the Rift, particularly about the Rift's responses to external stimuli, and he had told her that he would inform her of anything relevant that he discovered. Lucifer is many things, most of them not good, but he is a being of his word-- he delivers on his promises. He just doesn't always deliver on them when it's convenient.
Lucifer makes his way through Iman's apartment, fairly familiar with the layout from his previous visits, and enters her bedroom. She is asleep, a fact that he was aware of when he arrived, and is somewhere fairly deep into her REM cycle. It wouldn't have been difficult for him to have entered her dreams and spoken to her there, but he has had quite enough of dreams after all the times the Rift has sent him unwillingly into them.
He wants to speak with her in the waking world, so the course of action is simple-- he will wait until she awakens.
Satan stands at Iman's bedside, looking down at her; she is disarrayed in slumber, all splayed limbs and frightful hair. It is messy and undignified and very human, made all the more so by the fact that, sometimes, she snores. The snore, Lucifer decides after a short while of this, is one of the most obnoxious noises in the human vocal range, and that's fairly noteworthy considering his previous exposure to Dean Winchester-level obnoxiousness.
What is important is the fact that Lucifer has an update for Iman on the Rift, particularly about the Rift's responses to external stimuli, and he had told her that he would inform her of anything relevant that he discovered. Lucifer is many things, most of them not good, but he is a being of his word-- he delivers on his promises. He just doesn't always deliver on them when it's convenient.
Lucifer makes his way through Iman's apartment, fairly familiar with the layout from his previous visits, and enters her bedroom. She is asleep, a fact that he was aware of when he arrived, and is somewhere fairly deep into her REM cycle. It wouldn't have been difficult for him to have entered her dreams and spoken to her there, but he has had quite enough of dreams after all the times the Rift has sent him unwillingly into them.
He wants to speak with her in the waking world, so the course of action is simple-- he will wait until she awakens.
Satan stands at Iman's bedside, looking down at her; she is disarrayed in slumber, all splayed limbs and frightful hair. It is messy and undignified and very human, made all the more so by the fact that, sometimes, she snores. The snore, Lucifer decides after a short while of this, is one of the most obnoxious noises in the human vocal range, and that's fairly noteworthy considering his previous exposure to Dean Winchester-level obnoxiousness.
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Because Satan is ever so thoughtful like that.
He cocks his head slightly, though, at the last comment.
"Are you ill?"
She doesn't appear ill-- not in any physical way, at least, that he can see. He also isn't looking closely enough to see anything particularly insidious within her, and, one day, she would perhaps realize that his searching looks meant that he is literally looking at her squishy biological bits. You're welcome, Iman.
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She looks askance at him, with his shark-eyed stare, and then turns away, heading back for the bathroom.
"See you around, Satan," she sighs with the immense resignation of someone who will, in fact, be seeing Satan around.
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He disappears again, accompanied by the sound of wing beats. Should she care to look around her cupboards a bit, she'll also find that Satan didn't come here bearing only information; he also left her a little gift in the form of a lovely bottle of Italian sangiovese.
Not that it's an appropriate time yet to be drinking, but it's five o'clock somewhere.