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Who: Lucifer, Michael, and Victor Brannigan
What: Little brother is bored so he creeps
When: Thursday
Where: Michael's Police Station
Warnings: Lucifer
After the debacle that was Valentines Lucifer had gone quiet. He very much wanted to scorch every Greek out there, but that would mean admitting Satan was right, and he didn't feel like being gloated over. The fact he'd do the same, was ignored. Instead he'd made his way into the police station his brother worked and when he found his desk had sat behind it.
Mostly, because he could. And he felt like snooping. Michael was probably the single most boring Angel in their Father's entire army, but he had good taste in sweets. And considering Lucifer took it upon himself to keep Michael employed by committing various murders (and various other offenses that never got pinned on him as Hell owned quite a lot of judges and cops) he felt he had a right to take Michael's stash of sweets.
Plus, it had the lovely benefit of annoying Michael. He'd found his way to a box of sweets he was happily devouring and into Michael's computer system (it paid to own a fair few computer geeks who had taught him how to break into most things. Plus Michael's passwords were horrifyingly simple to guess), and was going through a few things. Michael didn't even own a facebook profile he could toy with so he just switched every site he could find to the most gratuitous and shocking porn sites he could find.
What: Little brother is bored so he creeps
When: Thursday
Where: Michael's Police Station
Warnings: Lucifer
After the debacle that was Valentines Lucifer had gone quiet. He very much wanted to scorch every Greek out there, but that would mean admitting Satan was right, and he didn't feel like being gloated over. The fact he'd do the same, was ignored. Instead he'd made his way into the police station his brother worked and when he found his desk had sat behind it.
Mostly, because he could. And he felt like snooping. Michael was probably the single most boring Angel in their Father's entire army, but he had good taste in sweets. And considering Lucifer took it upon himself to keep Michael employed by committing various murders (and various other offenses that never got pinned on him as Hell owned quite a lot of judges and cops) he felt he had a right to take Michael's stash of sweets.
Plus, it had the lovely benefit of annoying Michael. He'd found his way to a box of sweets he was happily devouring and into Michael's computer system (it paid to own a fair few computer geeks who had taught him how to break into most things. Plus Michael's passwords were horrifyingly simple to guess), and was going through a few things. Michael didn't even own a facebook profile he could toy with so he just switched every site he could find to the most gratuitous and shocking porn sites he could find.
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Date: 2013-03-29 05:58 am (UTC)Victor hardly ever talked about it. His father had been his hero, and he was happy enough to talk about the wonderful man who had shaped his happy childhood. Taking about the night the man had been taken from him, however-
"He was...he was at a housefire and there was a little girl trapped in an upstairs bedroom. He just wouldn't leave her even though it was too dangerous to still be inside. He helped her out a window but then the floor collapsed under him-" Victor sniffed and wiped at his suddenly wet eyes. Losing his father like that was why Victor was so afraid of fire, even now. He didn't even have candles in the house and when he had smoked, he had used an expensive lighter with a safety switch.
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Date: 2013-03-29 06:14 am (UTC)She couldn't imagine how terrible that had to be, even now. She'd wondered about his fear of fire but she hadn't ever pressed. But she could understand it.
Gently she ran her fingers through his hair. "It'll be alright. That won't happen. We'll figure it out. Promise."
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Date: 2013-03-29 06:35 am (UTC)After a while she drew back, "do you want me to stay?"
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Date: 2013-03-29 06:39 am (UTC)"I hate this," he finally whispered.
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