angelicheritage:

ALEC  DOESN’T  LIKE  ANYONE.

deadhunger:

OOPS !  YOU DIED !

reignedhell:

“THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT.”     i have never made  ONE  of them do  a n y t h i n g.

ARSNIST.

〔    ⟡   *   @charmrepulsed  ◞     〕

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❛         not  sure  if  you’re   aware,        but  you  keep    really  terrible  company.         ❜          he   might    still  be  a  little  bitter  about  lucifer  practically   FORCING    him  to  reveal  his  crimes,         even  in  such   little    detail.        but  he  digresses         —-          ❛         not  that  i  can  talk,       i  guess.        for  some  reason,         everyone  thinks  i’m  an  asshole.          ❜

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‘    terrible,  huh ?    ’      something she’s learned about lucifer morningstar :  his methods tend to have the most adverse effect on the ones hiding a  GUILTY CONSCIENCE.  head tilts,  blue eyes narrowing slightly in calculated appraisal.      ‘    i’m gonna go out on a limb  &  say you’ve met my  partner.    ’

“I need to get home. That’s all I care about right now.”

‘    i’m working on it,  i  promise  you that,  but you gotta give me  SOMETHING.    ’

it’s the bottom of the ninth.  he isn’t just being implicated anymore :  they’re fighting to pin a murder on him,  &  the prosecution is out for  blood.  one cop saying he’s innocent won’t hold up without concrete proof,  an ironclad alibi,  anything.  the window of opportunity to plead his case is almost shut.

they’ll try him as an adult.  twenty - five to life is the best case scenario,  here,  assuming they don’t shoot for  life without parole  –––––––  or worse.

❪   she told him she’d never let that happen.   ❫

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‘    what about your friend,  uh  —    ’      case file flipped open,  the name pops up after a few seconds of diligent skimming.      ‘    mbege.  you said he was with you that day,  right ?  think he’d testify ?    ’

inception starters.  // accepting !

BONECUT.

YOU ACTUALLY LAUGH WHEN she calls you gandhi, accepting the handcuffs with ease. there’s no reason to be worried or anxious, seeing as there’s only two options ahead. either she puts you in jail or she doesn’t. a predictable future. it’s comforting. there’s a carefree nature to your smile as you look at her. she’s pretty, if you pay attention. and this time you do, as she clamps the metal rings around thick wrists. you won’t act on it though. you never do.

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                                              ‘if you wanted to handcuff me & take me with you, all you had to do was ask.

@charmrepulsed & CONT.

typical.      ‘    –––––––  mm.  you,  uh,  remember that whole  right to remain silent  thing ?  why don’t you go ahead  &  give it a shot.    ’

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she’s maybe a two on the exasperation scale,  otherwise unfazed :  he isn’t the first to pull this routine  &  he probably  won’t  be the last.  once he’s secured in the back seat,  she climbs behind the wheel  —  cuts a glance at him in the rearview before keying the ignition  &  shifting into drive.  california state law allows for a 48 - hour hold,  then they either charge him or let him walk.  

so,  NO PRESSURE.

‘    &  you can wipe that look off your face,  too.  my partner’s got a real talent for making people  talk.    ’

“Pain is in the mind.”
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‘    ––––––  yeah,  sure it is.  that’s your thing,  huh ?  mind over matter ?  seems kinda  zen  for a guy in your position,  don’t you think ?    ’

a tic of her jaw,  steel gaze leveled as she swaps out her glock for a pair of handcuffs.  everything they have is arguably  circumstantial  at this point,  but it’s enough for probable cause ;  more than enough to bring him in,  &  that’s all she needs.  metal snaps against wrists,  a satisfying  click  as the mechanism locks.  one hand braces against his forearm while the other presses into his shoulder to steer him towards her car.

‘    save it for the interrogation room,  gandhi.  you’re coming with me.    ’

inception starters.  // accepting !

“You infected my mind.”

‘    what does that mean ?  hey  —  talk to me.    ’

a last - ditch effort to gain a little traction,  but he’s looking at her like she committed the ultimate breach of trust  &  it’s  terrifying.      ❪   maybe he’s telling the truth.  maybe he’s been telling the truth all this time like he said he would  &  she was too obstinate to allow even a hypothetical scenario in which it could be real.  when i see something i can’t explain,  yeah,  i look for answers.  he bled when her bullet grazed him,  just like anyone else would.  the devil doesn’t bleed,  right ?  the devil doesn’t exist.  maybe  –––––––   ❫

do i scare you ?

no.

‘    lucifer.    ’

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maybe none of it matters,  because at the end of the day none of it changes what  DOES :  he’s made quite the lasting impression.  somewhere along the line,  he managed to get under her skin in a way that she just can’t seem to shake.  &  she cares.  probably more than she should.  it won’t end well for  either  of them.

she takes one cautious step towards him,  a measured approach,  testing the waters ;  he’s never looked at her like this before.  she doesn’t like it.  can’t reconcile the man in front of her with the man who’s  HAD HER BACK  at almost every turn for the last seven months.

‘    okay.  let’s say i believe you.    ’

three feet away  &  she stays put,  doesn’t break eye contact.

‘    let’s say  —  you really are who you say you are.  start there.  now are you gonna tell me what’s got you so scared,  or do we have to keep going in circles ‘til i figure it out myself ?    ’

inception starters.  // accepting !

ENDURINGWILL.

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       HE NOTICES IT, the game: she’s stopped playing, or at least paused it for a moment.  sometimes people need a second to drink it in, the shocking truth, that some parents just don’t make for good ones.  murphy needed a second too, a few years back.   ❝ m’kidding, ❞  he shrugs it off.   ❝ she’ll show, detective.  little tipsy, maybe. ❞  his voice pitches, words stretch — he’s squinting his eyes as if he’s putting on a little show, telling her a joke.

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she read the files,  the reports,  the testimonies ;  she studied the evidence.  it’s damn near  impossible  to sell anything less when the department is itching for a scapegoat,  for someone to blame  —  she learned that too well on the palmetto case  —  but a couple of fist - fights  &  misdemeanors don’t make this kid a murderer. 

‘    you know,  if she’s indisposed,    ’      the clinical term for  IRRESPONSIBLE,      ‘    we can do this another time.  or i can make a call,  see if your caseworker’ll sit in with us instead.  it’s up to you.    ’