I never said you aren't above me. But I wanted to reassure you that my devotion is unrelated. Because I know you would argue my feelings if I didn't, and I'd rather not have to go through that - we don't need to give me a reason to chicken out of having feelings of some kind in the first place.
It's a horrifying thing, you know. To have them - to feel them. To share them. My hands are shaking.
...I get scared sometimes too, of feeling strongly for people. I understand that much, I think.
But - I think it's worth it, to love and be loved in return. Or be devoted and be devoted to, if you want to call it that instead. -I'll tell you I love you every day of my life, if it'll help.
... I am so, so glad that I caved and explained. I truly did plan to leave it a mystery for you. The last thing I need is for him to bring it up next time I'm in his office...
[especially since the next time he's in lucifer's office he might be blowing him, that'd kinda suck]
He's like a father to me. In this one and only instance, that is not a good thing. So, yes, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
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Well - I suppose "like a father" isn't exactly apt... but I'm not sure how else I would describe him. What would you call someone whom cares for you and provides for you like a father might, but that which you wish to be absolutely destroyed by in bed?
She's even going to hear the squeak of his chair and the clack of his heels as he gets up and paces his suite a little bit - no more than a minute of that passes, though, before he's back again.
And, with an incredibly heavy sigh:]
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I can't even argue that. I hate that I can't argue that. He even gave me a duck that dispenses endless booze -
[ANOTHER heavy sigh, this one rougher as if he's forced it out.]
I suppose there's that. This is only one duck of four, for the record - The other three are equally ridiculous.
One blows bubbles. Another dispenses affirmations [- which is confirmed via him squeezing it, getting "You are enough" from the duck in a soft tone -] and the third... Is me. It's just a little duck that looks like me.
He keeps giving these to me. Why does he keep giving these to me?
[There's a tone of wonder to his voice, parroting it - but there's clearly an undertone of anxiety, too. Half because his first, immediate thought is "oh, god, I could NEVER take Lucifer in a fight if it came to that." Of course, he immediately defaults to the belief that he's just somehow infinitely murderable.
... But his second, less immediate thought is -]
D... do you think - Perhaps he might be... open? To, ah... you know...
[It's not even a crush like it is with Lycaon. He just wants to get railed by the devil, okay.]
I mean, he fucks me, and he's gone to my and Max's orgies before.
...He might worry initially that he's taking advantage of you? Since you live in his hotel and all. But I think if you can impress upon him that you really really really want to fuck, it should go okay.
[Evangeline probably believes the same, considering how intense Louis can be when he really, really wants it. Mr. "Had to be told to stop running to her house".]
I'll... ask him, then. I must admit, now that the possibility's on the table... I've been wondering how to proposition him - I'd thought that, perhaps, being that I'm a lowly hybrid between demon and angel... maybe I was a bit too below His Highness for something like that?
But if even you think four ducks is a lot...
[Yeah, he's gauging this based on the number of ducks.]
Aw, don't sound like that - I have four entire ducks! One even reminds me that I'm loved when I squeeze it!
[Which he's gonna do again! It even helpfully supplies "You have people who love you" when he does so. (It is, in fact, meant to be a therapist duck. It's even in a sweatervest and glasses. Too bad this is voice and not video, she can't see the cute little sweatervest.)]
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And besides. We both know you are far, far more beautiful than I am, anyway. I can have "cute", can't I?
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- Oh.
[Yeah. No. He knows where she got that. You can practically hear the eye roll.
But he does his best to keep it out of his voice, at least.]
Well... whether you are "above" me or not doesn't matter. My devotion remains, regardless.
Need you be above me for me to be devoted?
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And, you know. I care about you too. If anyone hurts you, I'll beat them straight to the flower yard.
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I never said you aren't above me. But I wanted to reassure you that my devotion is unrelated.
Because I know you would argue my feelings if I didn't, and I'd rather not have to go through that - we don't need to give me a reason to chicken out of having feelings of some kind in the first place.
It's a horrifying thing, you know. To have them - to feel them. To share them.
My hands are shaking.
[...
His poker face extends to his voice, apparently.]
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But - I think it's worth it, to love and be loved in return. Or be devoted and be devoted to, if you want to call it that instead. -I'll tell you I love you every day of my life, if it'll help.
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I still fear that someday, you'll change your mind. You'll find some reason to decide otherwise -
And you'll harm me for it.
But I'll choose to believe you until that happens. And once it does... even then, I have no reason to take back my devotion.
Ol Siaion.
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Don't repeat that around His Majesty, by the way. He speaks Enochian.
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The last thing I need is for him to bring it up next time I'm in his office...
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So, yes, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
[...]
Well - I suppose "like a father" isn't exactly apt... but I'm not sure how else I would describe him.
What would you call someone whom cares for you and provides for you like a father might, but that which you wish to be absolutely destroyed by in bed?
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Daddy.
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[Hang on, he's gotta put his phone down again.
She's even going to hear the squeak of his chair and the clack of his heels as he gets up and paces his suite a little bit - no more than a minute of that passes, though, before he's back again.
And, with an incredibly heavy sigh:]
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I can't even argue that. I hate that I can't argue that.
He even gave me a duck that dispenses endless booze -
That is absolutely "daddy" behavior, isn't it?
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[Trying so hard not to laugh.]
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I suppose there's that. This is only one duck of four, for the record -
The other three are equally ridiculous.
One blows bubbles. Another dispenses affirmations [- which is confirmed via him squeezing it, getting "You are enough" from the duck in a soft tone -] and the third...
Is me. It's just a little duck that looks like me.
He keeps giving these to me. Why does he keep giving these to me?
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But four, wow, he really likes you.
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H-he... really likes me...
[There's a tone of wonder to his voice, parroting it - but there's clearly an undertone of anxiety, too.
Half because his first, immediate thought is "oh, god, I could NEVER take Lucifer in a fight if it came to that." Of course, he immediately defaults to the belief that he's just somehow infinitely murderable.
... But his second, less immediate thought is -]
D... do you think -
Perhaps he might be... open? To, ah... you know...
[It's not even a crush like it is with Lycaon. He just wants to get railed by the devil, okay.]
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...He might worry initially that he's taking advantage of you? Since you live in his hotel and all. But I think if you can impress upon him that you really really really want to fuck, it should go okay.
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I believe I can do that. Easily.
[Evangeline probably believes the same, considering how intense Louis can be when he really, really wants it.
Mr. "Had to be told to stop running to her house".]
I'll... ask him, then. I must admit, now that the possibility's on the table... I've been wondering how to proposition him -
I'd thought that, perhaps, being that I'm a lowly hybrid between demon and angel... maybe I was a bit too below His Highness for something like that?
But if even you think four ducks is a lot...
[Yeah, he's gauging this based on the number of ducks.]
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[Lucifer isn't the type of person to judge based on species.]
Four ducks is definitely a lot. I don't have four ducks and I've known him much longer than you have.
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Am I some sort of favorite of his? Is that what's going on here?
I feel as though I'm being pranked - why has he given me so many, but not you??
I-I - I don't understand, what have I even done to win his favor so much? So much so, he's gifted me four?
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Is it because I'm cute?
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But, well, if I have more ducks than you... you may have to simply face the facts.
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One even reminds me that I'm loved when I squeeze it!
[Which he's gonna do again! It even helpfully supplies "You have people who love you" when he does so.
(It is, in fact, meant to be a therapist duck. It's even in a sweatervest and glasses. Too bad this is voice and not video, she can't see the cute little sweatervest.)]
...
And besides. We both know you are far, far more beautiful than I am, anyway.
I can have "cute", can't I?
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