kings of babylon [completed]

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Time became no easier to measure as it dragged on, though perhaps 'dragged' wasn't the best terminology. In Hell, with Luc, time seemed to leisurely stroll more than anything. Each day become to Eve not more than a blur of eating, reading, laughing, talking to Luc, exploring, and more laughing.

There was never really a routine, simply things he did that he repeated in whatever order seemed fit. There was no longer the rise and fall of the sun that marked when to sleep and be awake. There were no medications to be taken, dictating when he ate and drank. Eve did what he wanted when he wanted.

The only semblance of a routine that existed was when Eve slept. It seemed like the same amount of hours between each rest to Eve, though he never knew. What he did know was that at, he assumed, the same time each day, Luc and he went to one of their rooms and talked until either one went to their own room or they dozed off together.

It started on the first 'night'. Being in Hell had scared Eve, and though he was tired after his first day, when the two parted ways after a meal, Eve had laid in his bed, not able to sleep. He found himself creeping to the room Luc had said he usually slept in and knocking on the door. Eve had only rapped once before Luc had thrown it open and pulled him in. They'd talked for a very long time before Eve had fallen asleep and woken up feeling refreshed, curled up against Luc's side.

They'd never really spoken about it, but it continued that way from then on. One night in particular, a good and long amount of time after Eve's first encounter with the corrupted soul, Luc had left for the land of the living for a couple days. He'd been summoned and had to leave immediately, and though he'd told Eve he didn't know how long he'd be gone, Eve had expected him to be home that day. The days felt longer, and dimmer without the devil.

He'd missed Luc very much, and had jumped to his feet as soon as he heard the sound of the palace doors opening. He'd rushed out of the room he was reading in into the halls, and as soon as he saw Luc, standing in front of the entrance, he'd felt a smile break out on his face.

Luc looked very tired, and a split second before he saw Eve, his face looked tight with exhaustion and troubled thoughts. But when the men's eyes met, his tense shoulders relaxed and his eyes brightened, and Eve felt like he was back on the surface, watching the sun emerge from a throng of dark clouds.

Eve tried to walk to Luc calmly, but as soon as the fallen angel began running towards him, Eve began to run too. Their bodies crashed together painfully and they fell to the floor, but went down laughing. Eve was aware that the moment felt very cinematic and romantic comedy-esque, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Feeling himself wrapped in Luc's warm arms felt like he was letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

They'd stayed on the floor laughing for a long time before they'd both quieted down and Luc pulled them both up. Eve had just stood there with Luc for a moment, smiling, taking in his friend's face, and he felt a tug in his chest, right in his heart. The odd feeling, for some reason, made heat rush to his face. Luc didn't seem to notice.

"I missed you, Steven. How's it been here?" He glanced around. "You didn't have any wild parties while I was gone, did you?" Eve giggled before responding. "No, I didn't. I missed you too. Did it go well?" Luc pursed his lips. "As well as deals usually go. Let's just say America isn't going to have a president for much longer." Eve raised his eyebrows, expecting an elaboration, but Luc only shrugged. "I'm very tired. Did you already eat?" Luc asked. Eve nodded, but maintained his expression. "I thought angels didn't need sleep." Luc cut his eyes playfully at Eve. "We don't, but that doesn't mean we can't." He tugged on Eve's wrist. "Will you come to my room with me?" He plead. Eve dropped the joking act and nodded. "Of course."