❝ ISN'T IT TRAGIC? ❞
In which Gemma Moretti, a hard-working bounty hunter, clashes with Los Angeles' most hot-blooded defense attorney.
[LUCIFER PRE-SEASON 1]
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GEMMA MORETTI HAD ALWAYS BEEN A SNORER. It was something her niece had made abundantly clear, never missing an opportunity to complain about how all she could do all night was toss and turn while her aunt slumbered away. Still, she had always been a light sleeper, victim to the slightest of sounds or noises, and so, when her doorbell rang bright and early the next day, she jolted awake with a violent flinch. Fiona had finally managed to fall asleep, suddenly immune to the disruptions around her, and Gemma felt safe letting out a groan while rubbing her better eye and climbing out of bed. She grabbed her purple sweater from her bean bag chair before heading for the front door, strands of brown hair getting tousled as she pulled the garment over her head.
Half-asleep, she opened the door only to find her sister waiting for her with her sunglasses over her blonde curls and two coffees in her hands. "Good mornin', sunshine. Did you guys have a long night?" Beck snickered, handing over one coffee that Gemma greedily drew a sip from only to grimace when the overwhelming sugary contents hit her tongue. She switched cups with Beck who let herself in, kicking the door shut behind her while Gemma reveled in the taste of stark black coffee.
"I had a long night", Gemma corrected, licking her lips, and giving her sister a glare, "then I came home and found Fiona waiting for me."
Sighing, Beck sat down on the couch. "Don't do that, Gem. You know how it is, I got called in unexpectedly and I couldn't say no", she defended herself, trying to keep her voice down to avoid Fiona waking and overhearing what seemed to be seconds away from an argument.
"Have you ever considered looking for another job? You know, I have to work, too. What if I hadn't shown up for hours?" Gemma hissed, white-knuckling the coffee cup while towering over her sister and scoffing at her. They weren't that many years apart – three, that was – but it often felt like Gemma was her mother. She supposed that was the outcome of neither of them having a good maternal figure growing up.
"Then maybe Talia would have been home, I dunno- where is she, anyway?" Beck argued, looking around for Gemma's equally busy roommate. She was hardly home either, always at school studying fashion, or....
"She's staying with her boyfriend for a few days while he's in town", Gemma sighed, taking a seat on the coffee table to be across from Beck. "I get you're under a lot of pressure, but you need to prioritize Fiona, not a gig", she ranted, and with her eyes narrowing into a glare, Beck huffed.
"I am prioritizing her by making money to keep us fed and safe. You know, I don't need to listen-", she flared up, but right before she could go off on Gemma, Fiona piped up from the bedroom doorway with a tired mommy? Suddenly, the tension was leaving the air and Beck's face softened when she turned to face her daughter.
