Lucifer (firstloved) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-07-07 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, lucifer, rob winchester |
The intro of her (Rob)
Lucifer moved as easily in the female body as in the male body, even though she spent less time in the female. Only one week out of every month. Not always the same week. Sometimes, for the fun of it, it was two weeks that bumped up against one another to prolong the time. Others, it was stretched as far as possible, but most of the time, there was no thought to it. The time just came for her to be walking the earth, and so she did.
The differences were, of course, only physical. Everything else remained the same. The mind, the thoughts, the powers, the charm, the wit, the sensuality, the sexuality. It all oozed from whatever body was put forth as the current face.
Another thing that stayed the same was the apparent disregard of the people in this time of what color the flesh held. While they would have turned their noses up at a woman who looked like her walking on this side of town at all ordinarily, they smiled at her and even held doors. Politeness and pleasantries abounded. That sphere of influence would stay, because while she wasn't really ready to show her hand completely at this time, she did not want to deal at all with the prejudices of an ignorant time if she didn't have to. And she didn't.
As Lucas, an apartment and car and money had all been collected by persuading various people that they wanted to hand them all over. As Lucretia, they were given freely, with very little effort. So her dress was of very good material, of a fine cut. Her shoes were custom made, and the hat with small veil that she wore was the height of fashion. She clutched a small bag to her side as she walked, choosing to move among the people right now on foot than in the vehicle she had at her disposal. She wanted to see faces. Eyes falling upon her.
Lucifer moved into a bar, carefully finding one where Mary did not work, pushing through the door and moving straight to the high seats. The habit of smoking was not let go of, though Lucas' fine cigars were traded for Lucretia's thin cigarettes in an elegant ivory holder. As soon as she was settled, she fished one out of her purse and settled it into the shiny accessory, picking up the big bar lighter and looking around.