magicalarchaeologist: (Default)
Istredd ([personal profile] magicalarchaeologist) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2023-04-03 05:45 pm

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

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





Starters Below!


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thedevilwhorose: (the unexplainable)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-05-06 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair Lucifer would have equally walled off during it all, for nearly just the same reason as to why he avoided the Horizon. Keep that distance, yes, only he'd want to keep his rage from saturating Istredd's mind.

But it would have been nice to feel that mental pulse that Istredd was still alive. Some bit of reassurance that may have helped him sleep better, anyway.

I bet if someone in your group had an un-boring mind like an archangel that would've been different, he argues. Istredd's curiosity getting the better of him and all that.
thedevilwhorose: (went down to the river)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-05-07 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like Lucifer sleeps much better. There's usually some part of him, physically or mentally or both, that is making contact with a pulse point. That if Istredd wakes up, he typically does too, that he might know Istredd's resting heart rate better than his own.

He might, eventually, work through that.

Maybe.

I would hope that does it for you considering I am a prick most of the time. If Istredd wasn't about that they were not going to last for very long, but then they've made it this long for being friends. Months? It really has been. So you did neither and instead just simmered on low heat.
thedevilwhorose: (in the midst of our seasons)

it's a wrap

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-05-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Only sometimes? Well, I suppose that's from you simply being accustomed to me. Because really, Lucifer would've driven most people up the wall for his being exactly who he is, with no training wheels. He wasn't going to hide it. If he was going to share space with someone he wasn't going to sleep in masks, even he needed a break. Either Istredd was going to put up with it, or he was going to find a new room.

He stayed.

Well, they both did.

He does, briefly, quirk a smile in response. The small, rare ones. I really do. You wore me out. There you go, Istredd. A parting gift for your smugness. He settles in closer to the mattress, still close, and makes sure the blankets are around himself comfortably.

Don't forget about the glass in the morning.