WHO: Lucifer Morningstar and OPEN WHAT: Feeling Sorry for himself WHERE: Starbuck WHEN: Friday morning WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Lucifer was not Mr. Grumpy Pants. No matter what Trixie said, he certainly had not turned all grumpy when her mother left. He was just like he always had been, the very most charming and talented of all of God's angels. Fallen or otherwise. He didn't know why those words ate at him so much since they obviously weren't true. Why would they be true? It was utterly ridiculous even to consider it.
But deep inside...he knew they were.
It was true that he missed Chloe, desperately. It hurt to see her in Trixie every day, although he was certain he had not taken that out on Chloe's offspring. He hated himself for his weakness at the same time his heart ached at Chloe's absence. It was ridiculous. He was ageless, powerful, had once been divine - and he was pining over a human.
But what a human she was.
It was morning, so he couldn't go and feel sorry for himself at a bar, so instead he went to Starbucks and ordered the sickly-sweetest latte he could and sat in a corner looking out at the cold, grey day. Yes, that matched his mood perfectly.