I.O.U.

The Situation Worsens

It had been a quiet night, peaceful even, something you hadn't the luxury to enjoy in a long time. You'd decided to sit on the balcony, and stare at the starry sky. Lucifer's penthouse was one of the few places you could star gaze in LA's bright and busy city.

"Isn't it a bit chilly?"

You didn't bother to turn your head, still gazing out at the sky above you.

"I don't get a chance to relax often."

Lucifer hummed a little, acknowledging your response as he  walked forward to stand beside you.

"Yes, but you are so very difficult when you get sick. It's a pain really."

He placed his jacket over your shoulders, giving you a charming smile when you looked over at him. You muttered a thank you, pulling the jacket around yourself, briefly finding comfort in the fact that it smelled like him. 

"It may just be me, but it seems as though your mind is elsewhere." He pointed out.

Your grip tightened on his jacket, just for a second, but he noticed nevertheless.

"What if he takes me, what happens when I don't have any fight left, if he breaks me?" 

Lucifer stared at you, studying your expression closely. Although your face remained devoid of emotion, giving him your best poker face, your eyes betrayed you.

"Those sound like an awful lot of what if's to me, besides, we may never need to find out. Try to think a little more positively my dear, it may not come to that."

His answer brought you no comfort, it didn't calm your nerves or put your dark thoughts to rest.

"And if it does?" 

Your voice wavered just a little, and he could see how much this was bothering you.

"If it does, then know I'll spend every moment looking for you and I will not let him take you from me." 

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A cold splash of water woke from the light sleep you were in, tearing you away from comforting dream. You sputtered, coughing violently as you spat out water. Your eyes widely scanned the room in a panic, before settling on the cause of your rude awakening.

"Did you get enough sleep?" 

Your eyes narrowed as you scowled at the man in front of you.

"Are you still mad? I thought maybe a little time to yourself here would fix some of that attitude." 

You watched him closely, not daring to take your eyes off him for even a second. 

"You're pathetic." You hissed.

He sighed, as if he were dealing with an unruly child and was losing patience. That only served to irk you more, hardening your already fierce glare.

"I'm trying Y/N, I really am, but you're being so difficult." He scolded.

"Difficult? I'm not being difficult, I'm expressing how much I hate you, loathe you. Untie me and I'll demonstrate it for you."