I want to live, not be afraid and forsaken [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: September
Where: Thorne + the Horizon
What: catch-all, open prompts, closed starters
Warnings: Blood



(Per usual ShadowSpirit. Lucifer's on a weird prowl both in Thorne and in the Horizon. He had a Time in Nocwich.

Will always match style.)

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[thedevilwhorose]

"Maybe you should consider it. It's not as terrible if you luck out." 'And find someone' he almost adds, but that just sounds strange. He went through extreme lengths to avoid rooming with someone for awhile, and then found that the best way to fight it was to stop trying so hard. "Force yourself to live with someone, might help you out."

[ordinar]

He just stares at Lucifer for a moment, his expression measuring.

"Great," he scoffs, "I can't believe you're telling me to go out and make more friends."

There's something to be said for irony. If the world's biggest loner has noticed his new reclusive routine, then he has definitely fucked up.

[thedevilwhorose]

"I know," he drags out. "Which means you should take my advice." At least consider it, kid. An Isolated Teen is the equivalent of a Broken Teen. There's so many wires in the human brain, getting them crossed and fried doesn't help Lucifer at all.

With a sigh, he moves away. Always the first one to leave this weird liminal space.

He gives the kid a stern look, hands on his hips. "If I don't see you around in the next twenty-four hours, I'm coming to find you again," he states. Demons quiver at Lucifer's very name, his voice, his existence.

Wilhelm might very well brush him off, but Lucifer isn't going to make it easy. He disappears.