as we circle the moon [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: November
Where: Thorne, the Horizon, Nocwich
What: catch-all, open prompts, closed starters
Warnings: Self-Loathing, unhinged devil, mental breakdowns??



(Will match style. ShadowSpirits | Sleepwalker#5336)

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i know im behind on our other one but sue me

[stations]

Jack doesn't sleep much. Sort of. Depending on your perspective, he either never sleeps or sleeps all the time, the jury's kind of out. It's complicated. The point is, when he does manage to actually lay down and go full-on unconscious for the periodic hour or two every day or so, it's a blessed, cherished thing.

And yet.

And yet.

By some cursed miracle of divine intervention (literally), every day for the last week he's almost managed it, there's been that sound. What is that sound?! One fine Saturday afternoon he finally snaps, throwing his bedroom door open to peer down the hall like a grumpy old man, and before he even registers who he's seeing he's already yelling, "Why?!"

Oh.

It's him.

Of fucking course.

Wait, how did he go this whole time not knowing Lucifer's room was like four doors down? That's embarrassing.

[thedevilwhorose]

He peers up from where he's seated cross-legged outside his door, now slightly ajar, and blinks owlishly at Jack.

Really, this does not surprise him.

He thinks about how to play this, and strangely opts to not outright screw with Jack, and tell him the truth.

(He might still need the guy. He hasn't decided yet. This could work out in his benefit.)

"Magic experiments," he says calmly, "normal people are awake at this hour." Well okay he almost got through that explanation without being a jerk.

[stations]

Magic experiments. Obviously.

"I don't know what I did to give you the impression that I'm a normal person, but I can assure you it was a mistake," he returns flatly. Jack has never been normal, not one single day in his life. That's not a hashtag brag thing, he's not a special snowflake — if anything, he's more like psychologically damaged dandruff.

But that's not the point. The point is-

"I get, like, an hour of sleep a day if I'm lucky. How do you manage to synch up whatever it is you're doing-" Wait, yeah, he's still totally confused about what that even is, so quick track jump: "What are you doing?"

[thedevilwhorose]

"Oh, trust me, I never believed you to be normal, but it's also not my fault that I didn't know you roomed so close." Would it have changed anything? Oh, definitely not.

He knocks his knuckles to the door; Jack will be pleased that no repeat sound happens. Lucifer leans back, palms flat to the floor, humming.

"Trying to figure how much is magic and how much is mechanical." Sorry, did he say any lead up to this? Nope. Jack asked what he was doing. "It doesn't vanish the mechanism, else I wouldn't be able to keep doing this each day. But it doesn't seem to damage it either. I know it can open a more solid lock, much more than our doors have. I haven't tested it on much else. Pretty sure that'll only get me in hot water."