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I was absolutely exhausted. Unfortunately, still needing sleep is part of what makes it Hell, because after three days of charms, spells, fighting to protect my stupid pet project and my dear…companions who lived in it, I felt like I was going to collapse. Which I did, the moment I shut the door. Barely having the energy to push my shoes off, I crawled beneath the comforter, heaving a sigh as the weight settled over me and I could finally shut my eyes. Peaceful. Silent.
“Alastor?”
…It was silent. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly. I wouldn’t shout. “Yes, my darling angel?” Lucifer knelt next to me on the bed, rubbing his palm over my back, “You okay? I haven’t seen much of you lately, and it feels strange not having you around to insult me into actually getting any work done…” I could hear the smile in his voice, feeling my mouth respond in kind, “I’m perfectly fine, Lu, just exhausted. I haven’t been getting much rest you see…” I looked over my shoulder, hoping he would get the hint. His mouth formed a little ‘O’ and he nodded, leaning to kiss my forehead in a way I normally would have scoffed at but…it did feel rather nice. “Well I’ll let you get some sleep then,” he whispered, using a gust of warm wind to blow the candles out, “I’ll just be in my workshop. Sweet dreams, bambi.” He kissed my mouth, chaste, sweet and I melted into it before he slipped away. He smoothed the covers over me. I sighed, relaxed. The heaviness overcame me as the door to his office clicked shut.
I think I slept for a moment. The next thing I knew I heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing, metal clicking against the wood of his desk as he gathered this and that. Sketchpad. Drawing board. Whittle knife. I knew every part of his project routines and heard them vividly through the door. ‘Deep breaths Alastor…in out…sleep…”
The crashing was unexpected. “Oh son of a…!” Why didn’t I go to my radio tower? There was a perfectly comfortable couch in there. Because the sounds from outside always penetrated, because I wanted to be comfortable in my own damn bed with my admittedly amazing fancy pillows. Lucifer could be an idiot, but he knew everything there was to know about interior decorating. Ducks aside. “Lucifer,” I tried to keep my voice level, “Is everything alright?”
“Yep, yes, totally fine in here! You just enjoy your nap while I-oh fuck.” I pulled the pillow over my head. I was torn between laughing and completely biting his head off. Figuratively. For now.
The fact that I could hear him tiptoeing around was ludicrous. Every creak of the floorboard, his odd way of whispering to himself (or perhaps his ducks) like a complete lunatic. He hummed a little. His stool rolled around on the floor as he went from this to that in a manic state like always.
“LUCIFER…for fucks sake come in here!” Grinning, his head popped out the door, “Yeah, what's up? Thought you were taking a nap.” Damn it. Damn him and his beautiful red eyes… I took a deep breath (I seem to do that a lot around him), opened my arms, “You have difficulty keeping quiet. So come here and keep me warm so I can have some peace.” He grinned sheepishly, crawling under the heavy covers beside me, nuzzling his head over where my heart would have been. I buried my face in his hair, savoring the scent of lilac, of sulfur and apples. He smelled like chaos and home. The last thing I felt before I finally drifted off was his lips, softly placing a kiss over where my heart would have beat, a small whisper of “I love you” and then…emptiness. Blissful…complete…quiet.