Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire

[magicalarchaeologist]

WHO: Istredd and anyone!
WHAT: Catch-all for April
WHERE: Thorne, Horizon
WHEN: EARLY April for now, will put later prompts up as time goes on
WARNINGS: PTSD from the event, NSFW thread in comments





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[thedevilwhorose]

Still here. Didn't run sometime during the morning. Neither of them did. So that's something. New and tangible and not a bad thing. Maybe it's not a misshapen puzzle piece he's been looking for to get back into Thorne Life. No glue, no paint, no forcing it. Just something else entirely to connect the entire weave together.

It gives Lucifer some thoughts towards his domain, and that draws a small laugh out of him.

He stretches, but still remains tangled. "Finally, some real rest," he admits. He reaches up and knocks his knuckles lightly against Istredd's head. "See, lookit you, useful."

[magicalarchaeologist]

It is extremely domestic at the moment and technically they have been for awhile. Live together, do everything together, be best friends, rarely apart, so it's just a step up from what was already great about them. Because now it's out there. No hiding. Plus he gets to snuggle with Lucifer, ideal situation.

Istredd is smiling in a way that if he does it too long, it's going to start to hurt, it's too wide, he's too happy. He watches Lucifer stretch like a cat and shakes his head, scrunching up his nose when Lucifer taps his head with his knuckles. "That's me, your new useful security blanket."

He reaches up to snatch Lucifer's hand and then threads their fingers together. Holding hands seems perfectly reasonable after sleeping on top of each other.

"For the record, we can't sleep in this late every day. We both missed lessons." Although Istredd had every opportunity to wake Lucifer and try to make that happen, and he obviously didn't. And he's in no rush to leave the bed. In fact he leans closer, nudging Lucifer's shoulder with his head.

[thedevilwhorose]

"You're bonded to a rebel, I don't know what to tell you, man." Probably should've thought about that long before now, that's for sure. But Lucifer is grinning. "If I have to be responsible on occasion, you gotta play hooky. That's the balance." That's the bleed over. Honestly there are so many worse ways that Lucifer could be considered a bad influence to Istredd.

Skipping out on a lesson here and there? Ohhhhh, the travesty!

Istredd might have to be very lucky for Lucifer to do something so gauche as hold hands in public, but for the moment he just as easily tugs their connected hands back to him to brush lips over Istredd's turned palm, the first time he's kissed Istredd since his...

Meltdown.

Perfectly Normal Celestial Problems.

His stomach chooses then to make an annoyed reminder that would be the Abnormal Celestial Problems. He suddenly wishes he kept snacks tucked away somewhere in the room like a chipmunk, but honestly he's not sure if the castle would have a mouse problem. "Euuuugh..."

[magicalarchaeologist]

"Well next time we'll go to bed at a reasonable hour and not have an emotional crisis in the middle of the night. No hooky happening from there." They were insanely tired and making decisions like that didn't help. Although it turned out so beautifully that he has zero regrets. He'd stay up another week if that was the price for this. The implication is he plans to do this again, if Lucifer is amendable.

His heart flutters at something so simple as Lucifer kissing his palm. It is unbearably sweet. He won't make him hold hands in public since that isn't his style either. Although he may be rebellious himself and do little things like touch his arm or back in the smallest gestures he can get away with.

Istredd leans in to kiss his forehead gently and briefly nuzzles his nose into Lucifer's hair, breathing him in. At the reminder of hunger though, he too realizes how long it's been. He has mostly been picking at food and not eating it, but today he just might try more.

He holds Lucier against him for a few more seconds before reluctantly sitting up. "I can't let my partner starve. It would look really bad if it happened our first day together." They have been together since the start, but it is slightly different.

[thedevilwhorose]

"How very optimistic of you considering every time I think I'm done with emotional crises I'm surprised by another one." Which is frankly annoying. It's not like he does this on purpose.

Partner.

He likes the sound of that. They've both already used it and acknowledged it in a different sense but he supposes adding this is really just the natural progression, even if he didn't expect it at the time.

He drags himself up after Istredd as much as it genuinely pains him. "I'll defend you if Thorne still has mushrooms in their meals," he jokes.

Well.

It's mostly a joke.

[magicalarchaeologist]

"You are very dramatic, it's true. Good thing you're involved with someone who likes that about you." Not every single time, but his drama comes from his passion, and Istredd does find passion attractive. The intensity of Lucifer's temperament works well against the quiet of his own.

Istredd laughs and tugs Lucifer off the bed with him, stopping him once they're up. Hands loosely on his hips, keeping him close. "My protector," he says again like last night. This time hopefully leading to better things. He leans in and very gently and simply kisses him. A peck, short and sweet. He doesn't linger because he doesn't want it to be more than it is.

Istredd releases him since the intimate gesture he wanted was made. "Everyone already thinks we're together so just be normal."

[thedevilwhorose]

Those two words are what jarred him most out of his own delusions and there is a quiet recognized thought to it that was previously under static before. That little 'one thing's not like the other' moment of quaking uncertainty.

It's good that it's a short kiss because otherwise they would not get out of here.

Lucifer steps away and heads for the door, rumpled clothing and all. It is his normal. "Whattaya talking about," he says, spreading his arms, "I'm never normal." And to be fair he was a brooding mess eating in the dining hall at odd hours last month, so anything else is a step up.

'long as he's not shouting at Ambrose most of the other Summoned would give him the benefit of the doubt.

He's got some perks on his side.

He twirls and waves a finger in a circle, calling out to the hall, as though anyone was still asleep except for whatever weird raccoon has been shuffling about lately, "Rise and shine, late sleepers, soup's on!" and continues on towards food.

and fini (AGHHHHHH)

[magicalarchaeologist]

Istredd on the other hand does attempt to be less rumpled, smoothing his hands over his clothing and following. He's been afraid to leave the room lately and now he does it without thinking about it, laughing into his hand instead of rolling his eyes for once.

Today's already a great day.