The need though vibrates through his lungs, throat, mouth. It stays bottled up. There's enough wards to block the sound from their neighbors--as though anyone else has gotten the fitful sleep, Jack's likely sleepwalking, Kyle's likely freaking out much the same as Lucifer. They all used to be better than this. Lucifer used to be better than this.
He sits up, shifts, and presses his spine straight against the wall, blankets bundled around him as he props his legs up and lays a hand over his forehead.
Lucifer does not swear. Not to the extreme that humanity likes to drop expletives left and right. He is, however, connected to a mind that does on occasion, like this very moment. It bleeds. Churns over Lucifer's distress, heavy in his voice: "Istredd, why the fuck are you under my bed?"
literally plucked it out by chance and went "yup, perfect"
He doesn't.
The need though vibrates through his lungs, throat, mouth. It stays bottled up. There's enough wards to block the sound from their neighbors--as though anyone else has gotten the fitful sleep, Jack's likely sleepwalking, Kyle's likely freaking out much the same as Lucifer. They all used to be better than this. Lucifer used to be better than this.
He sits up, shifts, and presses his spine straight against the wall, blankets bundled around him as he props his legs up and lays a hand over his forehead.
Lucifer does not swear. Not to the extreme that humanity likes to drop expletives left and right. He is, however, connected to a mind that does on occasion, like this very moment. It bleeds. Churns over Lucifer's distress, heavy in his voice: "Istredd, why the fuck are you under my bed?"