[ The nightair's making the curtains quiver, the terrace lit up primarily near and around the jacuzzi because, well, it's a bit like a runway, yes, lights leading the way, everything irrelevant shrouded in darkness? A runway reserved primarily for sex, granted. Sounds better than the actual thing if you ask him.
Lucifer's currently naked, save for a rather skimpy towel slung around his hips because, again, subtle is boring and James's had a long evening, there's no need to beat around the proverbial bush. He's left a fresh glass of Scotch next to his own on the piano where he's currently seated, playing an appropriately soulful rendition of Randi Laubek's The Promise and waiting for the doors to slide open in the background.
Outside, LA's going steady in the darkness, the sounds of the city muted this close to the sky but the distance isn't quite enough to drown it all out and he likes it that way, likes it better than the quiet. Quiet is tiresome. Means your brain starts working on some noise all by itself and that's not why he's here, vacationing far, far away from his godgiven duties.
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Lucifer's currently naked, save for a rather skimpy towel slung around his hips because, again, subtle is boring and James's had a long evening, there's no need to beat around the proverbial bush. He's left a fresh glass of Scotch next to his own on the piano where he's currently seated, playing an appropriately soulful rendition of Randi Laubek's The Promise and waiting for the doors to slide open in the background.
Outside, LA's going steady in the darkness, the sounds of the city muted this close to the sky but the distance isn't quite enough to drown it all out and he likes it that way, likes it better than the quiet. Quiet is tiresome. Means your brain starts working on some noise all by itself and that's not why he's here, vacationing far, far away from his godgiven duties.
Godgiven, huh.
Thanks, dad. Joke's on him. ]