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[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:02 am] |
Who: Mary Johnson McGee and Lucifer McGee.
What: Sorting through wedding gifts!
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Their apartment.
Warnings: Sure! (I'll update if there ends up not being any, but still.)
( Yay, blenders? ) |
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[May. 26th, 2008|09:23 pm] |
Who: Lucifer and Mary
What: De jure infidelity
When: Tonight
Warnings: Hot sex.
Lucifer had walked from the Vatican towards Rome and found an airport. Then he had flashed his passport and bypassed various security measures, because Romans have the unflinching assumption that anyone from Vatican City is incapable of crime. He purchased a coach ticket to New York City and declined the headphones; he didn't need to listen to Mean Girls.
On the way he answered a prayer in a vaguely disinterested way, almost completely forgetting about it by the time he landed in New York. From the airport, he took a taxi to Mary's apartment building and walked in. He rode the elevator to her floor and knocked on the door.
When it opened and he saw Mary, he said, "Either Justice has left me or left the universe. Either way, I'd like to talk." |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|09:04 pm] |
Who: Eve and Lucifer
When: Now
Where:London somewhere
Why: Meeting again.
Warnings: Vague suicide attempt of the first woman and the slight conversion to evil, possibly?
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|02:21 am] |
Who: Mary Johnson and Lucifer
What: Reunions!
Warnings: Remarkably few
It was no big deal.
Sure, Lucifer's best friend was here. And he hadn't seen her in over a year. And he'd missed her so much that there had been days that he'd considered tracking down a vortex in some distant part of the universe and jumping into it blindly, hoping that the next leap would be the leap home.
But then he found out that Star Trek Enterprise was a god awful show, so Quantum Leaping didn't really hold much of an appeal.
He stood outside the door (quite suddenly, having bypassed the door, walls, etc) and stared at it. It was almost certainly Mary's door. He could feel her behind it, the perpetual cheer and the faint smell of bread baking. She felt like a mother, wherever she went. She'd felt that way long before she'd actually had the thing pulled out of her.
"All right." Knock knock knock.
No big deal. |
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