There'd been a time where Lucifer would have considered that he didn't need sleep, ever. He's gone beyond that. There'd been a time where Lucifer considered that he didn't need sleep after injury-exhaustion. He's gone beyond that. There'd been a time where Lucifer would have considered he didn't need sleep after bone-dead tired, worn out, excessively drained energy and a no-nothing month, but...
Well.
He's trying to work through that.
Things are trying to settle back into "normal" and the puzzle pieces are so misshapen that they don't fit right anymore, the way they used to. Lucifer would normally think himself the problem but he can see the signs in the other Summoned, knows what to look for in the ones that had been non-stop at work while the others were taken. Doesn't so much know how to read the returned Summoned, and that's--wrong. Lucifer's always been good at reading people, for ill intentions sure, but he knew regardless.
He supposes the difference now is that he doesn't want to set anyone off, while he did not give a damn about such things during the last month. That everyone rebuffed and rolled with his aggression is miraculous.
They'll put the damn puzzle back together with glue and painted over if they have to; it'll just take more time than any of them want. Ambrose and every other stooges can deal with the consequences of what that new shape looks like.
The benefit of temporarily rooming with Rhy and Kyle is that typically they were not all trying to find some semblance of sleep at the same time. They were often always on task, at different times, different days, or simply ghosting through the dining hall because they'd given up. So, Lucifer is used to waking up and people be "missing."
Istredd is not stupid enough to go to the library in the middle of the night without making it completely known and acknowledged by Lucifer. Lucifer calls him an idiot a lot (because he is). But Istredd is not that stupid. So when he wakes up at some ungodly hour of the night, barely a day or two after they've returned to Thorne, and Istredd's bed is empty but ruffled, the instant spike of panic claws at his vessel's heart and sends his mind in wild overdrive.
Underneath all of that first reaction he knows, with faintest reassurance, that the link isn't blocked again, but Lucifer is still struggling with having enough time and enough rest to fix his end of things, so there aren't words, no question, just alarm, alarm, alarm--
and I hear there's healing just around this corner ♫
There'd been a time where Lucifer would have considered that he didn't need sleep, ever. He's gone beyond that. There'd been a time where Lucifer considered that he didn't need sleep after injury-exhaustion. He's gone beyond that. There'd been a time where Lucifer would have considered he didn't need sleep after bone-dead tired, worn out, excessively drained energy and a no-nothing month, but...
Well.
He's trying to work through that.
Things are trying to settle back into "normal" and the puzzle pieces are so misshapen that they don't fit right anymore, the way they used to. Lucifer would normally think himself the problem but he can see the signs in the other Summoned, knows what to look for in the ones that had been non-stop at work while the others were taken. Doesn't so much know how to read the returned Summoned, and that's--wrong. Lucifer's always been good at reading people, for ill intentions sure, but he knew regardless.
He supposes the difference now is that he doesn't want to set anyone off, while he did not give a damn about such things during the last month. That everyone rebuffed and rolled with his aggression is miraculous.
They'll put the damn puzzle back together with glue and painted over if they have to; it'll just take more time than any of them want. Ambrose and every other stooges can deal with the consequences of what that new shape looks like.
The benefit of temporarily rooming with Rhy and Kyle is that typically they were not all trying to find some semblance of sleep at the same time. They were often always on task, at different times, different days, or simply ghosting through the dining hall because they'd given up. So, Lucifer is used to waking up and people be "missing."
Istredd is not stupid enough to go to the library in the middle of the night without making it completely known and acknowledged by Lucifer. Lucifer calls him an idiot a lot (because he is). But Istredd is not that stupid. So when he wakes up at some ungodly hour of the night, barely a day or two after they've returned to Thorne, and Istredd's bed is empty but ruffled, the instant spike of panic claws at his vessel's heart and sends his mind in wild overdrive.
Underneath all of that first reaction he knows, with faintest reassurance, that the link isn't blocked again, but Lucifer is still struggling with having enough time and enough rest to fix his end of things, so there aren't words, no question, just alarm, alarm, alarm--