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Clio | Κλειω ([info]ephemerist) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-02-20 14:33:00

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Entry tags:clio, lucifer, michael, saint patrick, will stutely

WHO: Clio, Will Stutely, Lucifer
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WHERE: A restaurant
WHAT: Just some fun Lucifer times
WARNINGS: Lucifer - Sexual assault, rape threats, allusions to torture, violence, threats in general, everything is awful



It wasn't often Clio and Will went out these days, and Clio had spontaneously suggested they go on a date because they were Ellaless. They had headed out with the idea of dinner and a movie, though they had barely had a chance to look at their menus before their date was ruined entirely.

Clio felt him before she saw him. She had gone from perusing her menu to staring at Will in shock. "Will-" she hissed under her breath, her face white as a sheet, "we have to go, he's-"

Even as she was halfway out of her chair, she felt his fingers wrap all the way around her arm, and she froze-

"Professor Femouz, it is you! It's so wonderful to see you," Lucifer said, grinning widely at her. He sat her back down, his hand still on her arm as he sat beside her in a vacant chair. "I thought I saw you come in here and I wanted to come catch up! So who's this?" he said, turning to look at Will.

Clio, still frozen, tried to tell Will to run, but the words stuck in her throat. She knew Lucifer didn't need a weapon to kill every single person in this restaurant, and he just might if she tried anything. So she stared at him, fear etched into her features, her heart pounding so fast she felt like she might faint.


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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 10:10 am UTC (link)
"I love you," she whispered through her tears. Her entire body was shuddering with pain, and Michael was driving, white-knuckled, jaw clenched, trying to get to her house as quickly as possible so he could heal her as much as he could.

"Will," Clio breathed, "you have to warn Patrick. Please. Can you text him? I don't- I can't- Patrick can't get hurt-"

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 10:32 am UTC (link)
Shit, Patrick. She was right; Lucifer had threatened him as well. Will nodded swiftly. "I will. I'll do it now." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before he drew back, dropping his hand from her cheek to reach for his phone, though his other arm remained protectively around her shoulders. She was shaking like a leaf, and that as much as anything else scared him.

Will was a lousy typist, and he was even worse at texting; the tiny keyboard was too small for his fingers and he could never remember where the letters sat. This message, though, he dashed off in record time, with a speed fuelled by urgency.

ran into lucifer he hurt clio and threatened you watch your back

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 10:37 am UTC (link)
Michael finally pulled up outside Clio's house, and he turned the car off. "Can you walk, Clio?" he asked, and, shaking, she shook her head. She didn't want to even try. He was too afraid her other leg would rub against her burns.

"I'll go unlock the door if you can carry her in," Michael said to Will. "Put her on the sofa. Clio, I have to see-"

"I know," she interrupted him. "I know you do."

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 10:55 am UTC (link)
This time, Will's back protested rather painfully when he lifted her. Fuck it. He'd pay the price tomorrow, it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting Clio safe inside, getting her healed.

Michael had the door open by the time Will reached the top of the stoop, and he took her straight through to the living room, setting her down carefully as he could on the sofa. When he was done, he sat behind her, so she could her rest her weight against him. He smoothed her hair back from her face, his touch gentle. "Get you anything, love? Or would you rather I just sit?"

(Just sit, the words echoed back from the dark pit of his guilt. Just sit, like you did when the Devil manhandled her and you didn't lift a finger to stop him.)

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 11:03 am UTC (link)
"Don't go!" she said quickly, panicky, fearful. "Stay!"

Michael headed to Clio's bathroom where she had a first aid kit. He knew he wasn't going to be able to heal her entirely - he never could. And he was likely going to have to dress a wound for her. He knew exactly where her first aid kit was as well, which spoke to how often he had done this in this house.

Michael emerged, and he went to kneel in front of the sofa. "In your own time," Michael said, his voice soothing.

Clio nodded, and she leaned back a little so she stretch her legs out, dropping the left one to the ground so her right thigh could be seen. Then she pulled up her dress, revealing the horrific burn mark making it's way from her mid thigh all the way up to where her leg met her hip. It was hand-shaped in some places, the flesh burned black in others.

"Oh, Clio-" Michael hissed, an uncharacteristic show of emotion for the angel. Michael loved very few people as much as he loved Clio. Gently, he rested his hand on her knee, and he bowed his head. As he did so, great white wings unfurled from his back, the sofa protected from the outside world, bathed in healing light.

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 11:34 am UTC (link)
Bile burned in Will's throat as the burns were revealed, the Devil's hand seared black into her flesh, like a brand.

"N-no," the word escaped his lips, the quaver in his voice impossible to hide. "Clio, I—"

Lucifer had done it again. Left his mark on Clio, carved it deep enough to scar, so she could never, never forget the pain he'd brought her, or how easily he could bring it again.

And Will had watched. Useless. Cowardly. Pathetic. He'd let it happen to her.

Michael spread his wings – great feathered things, of a white so stark and pure it seemed unreal – and their angelic light shone cool and soothing over them both, but all Will could see were those burns, and the hurt he'd failed to prevent.

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 11:45 am UTC (link)
Clio was still in too much pain to notice poor Will's distress. To realise it was something more than just being upset for her. How she had managed not to scream was beyond her. Looking at the burn made her sick.

Michael, who had never been as good at healing as his brother, let his energy flow through him, into Clio. He prayed silently, begging God to have mercy on Clio. To let him be used as a vessel for His love. Clio squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the burn start to heal. The blackened flesh turned red and then pink, the burn shrank in size and severity.

After several minutes Michael's wings disappeared, and he leaned heavily against the sofa, utterly spent. "I'm sorry-" he breathed. "I can't- I can't do any more."

Clio, finally able to offer him a small smile, shook her head. "It's alright, Michael. Thank you." It was still a rather large burn mark, and it hurt like hell, but there was no longer a third degree burn on her leg and that wasn't nothing.

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 12:13 pm UTC (link)
It was a miracle, in the most literal sense of the word. With Clio's back resting against his chest, Will could feel her breathing begin to slow as the pain faded along with the black burns. He slid one arm over her shoulder and laced his fingers with hers, with the other arm curled around her waist.

It was a miracle, to watch her burned skin gradually mend itself, the wound shrinking and diminishing till he could no longer make out any clear handprints at all. They were still there, though, burned on his mind's eye.

Will met Michael's eye and gave him a silent, grateful nod, not trusting himself to speak.

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 12:19 pm UTC (link)
"Give me a second," Michael breathed, "and I'll disinfect and wrap it."

"Will you stay?" Clio asked quietly. "Michael- Please, will you stay here?"

Michael turned to look her in the eyes as he said, "I would not be anywhere else, Clio. And tomorrow I'll refresh your wards. If I tried today, they wouldn't be strong enough." Trying to heal when it wasn't in his wheelhouse, really took it out of him.

"Can you- I'm so sorry- I asking so much," Clio frowned. "Can you send someone to watch over Ella. Lucifer doesn't even know where Jacob lives, but I'm scared-"

"Of course," Michael nodded. "Of course I will."

"And you'll stay?" Clio tried to turn so she could look at Will. "Did he hurt you at all?"

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 12:28 pm UTC (link)
It was the look in her eyes that undid him, that deep, earnest concern – she always worried about everybody else before herself, even when she'd been pawed by the the goddamned Devil – and asked if he'd been hurt.

"Yes," he said to the first question, and to the second, "No," his voice strangely thick to his ears, the horror and guilt pressing heavy on his chest. "Clio, sweeting, I-I— I should've— I'm—"

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 12:32 pm UTC (link)
"Will-" The burn still hadn't been wrapped, but Clio sat up and turned towards Will anyway, even as Michael sort of tsked his protest.

She rested a hand on his chest, and watched him warily. "Don't," she hissed, her voice low. "Don't you dare blame this on yourself. That's what you're doing, isn't it?" Of course it was, that was what the men Clio fell for did.

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 12:47 pm UTC (link)
It was exactly what he was doing and, perversely, he felt all the more guilty for having made it so obvious, for making her worrit over him when she was the one in need of care. But the words, pent up too long, were already spilling from him in a jumbled rush. "I know. I, I know, I couldn't, I'd've made it worse, but I—" But he still felt that same, sick complicity that had pooled in his gut when Lucifer had threatened with an angelic face and a casual voice to rape Clio, and he had done nothing, said nothing in her defence.

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 12:52 pm UTC (link)
"You couldn't have done anything," Clio said firmly. "Fire does nothing to him. And he can superheat anything he wants. He could have had that entire place burning in seconds. All those people-" Clio shook her head. "He's not bluffing when he says things like that. I've seen him do it. He burned Nicholas' friend's workplace down around her, then abducted her at the last second. Anything you said or did could have made it worse. I'm so grateful you didn't. All he would have had to do was get us to a place that he had warded and no one would have been able to get through to help us. Not even Michael."

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 01:08 pm UTC (link)
"I know," Will repeated, swallowing hard. She was right. He'd known it at the time, with every noncommittal reply he'd bitten off, with every punch he hadn't thrown, he'd known it had been the only possible option, for both of them. The Devil hurt people by hurting the things they loved. Anything he might've done to distract Lucifer or make himself the target instead could just as easily have landed back on Clio. But the guilt stung his eyes all the same. "I'm sorry, still."

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 01:17 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sorry too," Clio frowned. "You're not a meathead." She would have said more, but there was a frantic knocking at the door, and Michael was struggling to his feet.

"That is one of my saints," Michael assured Clio, who had tensed up. "I'll get it." He headed towards the door and opened it, immediately bowled over by Patrick.

Patrick caught sight of Clio and then he bent over, panting. "Fuck," he gritted out. "Fucking hell. Lucifer!?" Michael, deciding he wasn't needed here at least for the moment, headed to the kitchen to see what he could find to fix for them in there.

"Patrick!" Clio cried out, so grateful to see him.

Patrick righted himself and he stumbled over to the sofa, collapsing in front of it where Michael had been. "What did he do to you?" Patrick asked, sounding broken.

Clio turned back so she was leaning against Will again, and she showed Patrick the scar. "Michael healed what he could." Patrick looked livid, but he held up the disinfectant bottle in silent question, and Clio was so grateful. She nodded and he set to work, spraying the burn and then wrapping it.

"Ow ow ow ow, Will, hold my hand," Clio hissed.

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Will reached for her hand again, letting her squeeze it as tight as she needed while Patrick got to work dressing the wound. It was a shadow of what it had been, and it still looked as though it hurt like hell.

"We was out for dinner," he explained, for Patrick's benefit. He felt a smaller prickle of guilt for his barely-comprehensible text message – poor Pat must've been imagining all sorts of horrors all the way here – though, on second thought, furnishing him with more details probably wouldn't have made him any less frantic. "He just came an' sat down at the table. Said he saw us walk in. Started trying to rile us all kinds of ways. Threats an' things. He—" His voice cracked quietly, and he swallowed again, trying to force down the rising swell of guilt and grief.

(I just wanted to have fun, Clio's pained words echoed in his ears. I wanted to feel normal. Was that so much to ask for?)

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-20 01:47 pm UTC (link)
"I can imagine," Patrick grumbled. He finished wrapping the wound, and then he looked at them both, his expression sorrowful. "He's such an arsehole."

"I was worried he would come after you," Clio admitted. She gave Will's hand a squeeze, so grateful for his presence. He had been there for her through so much. So had Patrick, for that matter. She was in the presence of the three people who made her feel safest in this world. And it was because of that, she burst into tears again. "I was so scared he was going to take me-"

Patrick, who had watched Clio taken from him twice, panicked through her captivity, searched for her endlessly, and then nursed her back to health both times, looked crestfallen. "I'm so sorry. Both of you."

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-20 11:53 pm UTC (link)
Clio was still resting against him, and Will wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry." It was grief, now, more than guilt, that stained his voice; grief for the security that had been stolen from her, the simple certainty of being able to step out of the house without fear. After all she'd suffered through, she deserved to have that much.

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-21 12:29 am UTC (link)
"He was trying to burn me-" she sobbed. "Trying to burn my-" Clio knew where Lucifer's hand had been heading. Anyone who had seen the damn burn mark knew where Lucifer's hand had been heading. And if Michael hadn't shown up just in time, the only thing Clio would have had to protect her was a knife to Lucifer's hand. And who was to say that wouldn't just make him do it...more?

Patrick, who hadn't heard the incredibly rapey overtones, looked sickened. "What?!"

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-21 12:57 am UTC (link)
Will felt about as sick as Patrick looked; the full horror of it was still crashing over him. "He made us sit there," he said, still holding Clio tight. "While he— touched her—"

Lucifer hadn't made them do anything, that was the worst of it. They'd been free to move at any time. Will could have grabbed his own knife from the table, he could have grabbed Clio and run, he could have taken a swing at the Devil's jaw.

He would have died, every time. Everyone in the restaurant would have died. Clio would have died, or worse.

He knew that. He'd not needed Clio to tell him. He knew that the freedom had been an illusion, that inaction had been the only action.

But his monkey brain – or perhaps his primal story, the spark of hero at his heart spurred him to take a stand – still bucked at the wrongness of it.

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-21 01:05 am UTC (link)
Patrick swore under his breath in Irish. "Clio, can- may I hug you?" he asked, because he always asked, and that was precisely why Clio felt so safe around him. Clio nodded, and she extricated herself from Will so Patrick could wrap his arms around her. "You're safe now, hmm? And we'll look out for you. That angel in there might love you more than he loves anyone," Patrick said, and Clio sort of cry-laughed into his shoulder.

Patrick gradually let her go, and he glanced towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna go help Michael. Make sure he isn't just asleep on the floor in there. Call out if you need us, okay?"

Once they were alone, Clio sat up and she turned towards Will. "That was Lucifer," she said, wiping at her eyes. "We got off easy."

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-21 02:04 am UTC (link)
We got off easy. That was another knife in his ribs, a reminder not only of what they'd escaped, but of what she had been subjected to in the past – the reason the very mention of Lucifer was enough to make her breath hitch and the blood drain from her face. Will was seized by the need to wrap her in his arms again, to hold her close and not let go. Instead, he reached out and cupped her cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. "What can I do?" he asked. "What d'you need from me? Right now?"

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-21 02:10 am UTC (link)
The only thing Clio wanted, was for Will to hold her. She sort of crawled right into his lap, curling up against his chest. "Just this," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry you had to- When he had me? He made me watch. Made me watch while he hurt people. Killed them. A few he said I could try to save so I tried, but of course I couldn't-"

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[info]sly_stutely
2021-02-21 02:55 am UTC (link)
He hadn't known that. She'd never said— she— god.

Will didn't need to imagine. He knew it from experience. Pain was bad. Pain— when wielded by a seasoned torturer, pain could take you out of your body, out of your own head, till you were ready to say anything, do anything just to make it stop. But being forced to watch others in pain, and knowing they were hurting on your account—

(The thump of a first aid kit landing on the floor beside him. The slam of a cell door. A flash of red hair, and the knowledge that Marian had traded her safety for his. The white-hot agony in Clio's eyes, her breath catching with the effort of not screaming, all the while he sat frozen—)

Will's arms were around her, one hand stroking her hair with utmost gentleness. "You still tried," he said, his voice quiet. "You tried to save 'em even with the Devil at your back. Cos that's who you are, sweeting. You're kind and good and brave. You were so brave tonight. It was you, you prayed to Michael, didn't you? That's what brought him. You saved all those people. You saved me. You saved yourself."

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[info]ephemerist
2021-02-21 03:00 am UTC (link)
"I'm history and I can't forget. I can remember it perfectly. Crystal clear in my mind, like it's happening now," she admitted sadly. "I did try. I tried so hard." Will was right about her praying to Michael though. "It doesn't always work for me-" she admitted. "I'm not Christian. But Michael- I've known him for so long. He can hear me even though most of the others can't." Patrick could these days as well. "I was desperate. Thank everything he got there in time."

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