SMILE FALTERS, his light fades. razor wire lies in the spaces between his ribs, & a revelation behind the grit of his teeth. both will tear them apart. he neglects to mention this during the exchange, instead focusing his attention elsewhere, hoping she doesn’t pry.
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–––––au contraire ! a cocktail of mind games & manipulation might be just what the ex - maggot needs to bypass this tedious process & resume his position as chief of the anti - lucifer fan club. ’
‘ ex - maggot. nice. you know, if he hadn’t turned himself in, YOU’D be the one in custody right now. ’
it’s not quite as cutting a remark as she intends, partially because he’s doing it again : clamming up like he’s got something to hide. & that doesn’t sit right. not after –––––– well. everything, really.
‘ this isn’t a GAME, lucifer. he stole evidence, shot an officer — he’ll be lucky if all they do is take his shield. not only that, but he lied about his involvement with malcolm. & it almost got you killed. ’ a measured breath ; visible agitation. ‘ you really think you can fix this ? i’m all ears. ’