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(( Lucifer. )) — — — • — — — "Why were you with them?" "Why does it even matter to you?" "It doesn't. I actually couldn't care less, but I'm nosey."
"Can I be honest with you?" "You're always brutally honest, but sure." "I don't actually hate you. Like, at all."
"Fuck you." "Patience, sweetheart. All good things come to those who wait."
"Don't talk to me. Someone might think we're 'friends'." "The idea that someone would even insinuate that is laughable." "Right? We're way better as close and passionate lovers." "That's not.. NOT what I meant! That's not even remotely CLOSE to what I meant." — — — • — — — (( Female ||Hunter||. She/Her ))
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||TW:'s|| •Mentions/Depictions of Gore. •Death/Murder. •Crude Language. •Sexual language and Innuendos. •Alcohol/Alcoholism. ||TW:'s||
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Lucifer had always been such an insufferable pest, and if you could squash him under your boot given the opportunity, you'd take it without hesitation. Ignoring the fact that he'd ask you to on different terms, you'd do it without a second thought, not even a second glance in his general direction.
But you persisted nonetheless because of this case. Blame it on your sense of righteousness.
God knows what forces brought you two together today, but they did. And if you ever got to meet those forces face to face, you'd punch them square in the teeth for the torture they consistently put you through.
You could only partially blame the Winchester brothers for this. This was something that needed to be done, and the hero inside of you couldn't let innocent bystanders be ruthlessly slaughtered.
As much as Lucifer would enjoy watching something as gruesome as that.
"Hey, Ass Clown! Get it together, would you? We've got about ten minutes flat to pack up and squat. I don't have time for your useless bullshitting."
You gazed down to your wrist as you read over your magnetic watches time, a gift Dean had given you a few Christmas's back.
Lucifer's cool eyes and heated gaze made its way to your face as he coldly smiled your direction. His eyes traveled lengthwise over your face, studying the halfhearted annoyance of your expression.
It probably brought wordless joy to his face to see it.
'Sick fuck.'
Lucifer had only smiled more at that loud intrusive thought, tilting his head and brows upward in silent amusement as you knew he had heard it for himself.
