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starofthemorning asked: "You don't even want to be saved, do you?"

thegreatestmarksman:

thegreatestmarksman:

"Saving is a general term. I’m afraid that I don’t know what you mean." Clint told Lucifer, ignoring the look that he knew he got from him from his roundabout way of ignoring it.

Clint hesitated, pausing in his cooking. The angel washed his hands, before going to the living room where Lucifer was. “I do not wish to die.” He said idly, standing above Lucifer. It was the only time he was taller then him. “But I have a duty to my brothers and sisters. If I could, if I had nothing, I would stay with you. I would love to stay with you, but I am unable to do that. I wish I could tell you otherwise.”

"Yeah, right."  Lucifer snorted and glared up at the angel.  "I bet you just couldn’t wait to get rid of me.  Must be a big cramp on the angelic style to hang around with human fuck-ups.”  It was weird to actually be looking up at the guy, but whatever.  “Just don’t fucking die on me, ‘kay, angel?  You’re a fucking immortal warrior of God, time that you should act like one.”  Which, honestly, probably meant not slumming around with barely function alcoholics named after fallen angels.


starofthemorning asked: "✌"

thegreatestmarksman:

thegreatestmarksman:

Kiss on the hand

"I think you’re taking this undercover thing a little too far." Clint whispered to Lucifer as he kissed his hand, taking him away to the dance floor. Not that he wasn’t flattered, but they had to keep their eyes on the target.

"Much. Have you heard anything about when we have to strike?" Clint asked quietly, smiling to go around with the idea that Lucifer was telling him a secret.

Another hum, this time in the affirmative.  “We wait for the first violin to change,” currently it was a red haired lady playing, but off the side a short, blond man was applying rosin to his bow in preparation, “then I go to get refreshments while you get him out of the room.”  The refreshments were actually a sleeping drought, but they matched the tiny champagne glasses everyone else had flawlessly.



thegreatestmarksman:

Clint leaned against the door frame of the exit, which was already open thanks to the efforts that SHIELD had made to empty this place of AIM agents and bring him back. “It’s bright.” He said, still looking at the ground but he was squinting now. He hadn’t seen actual sunlight in, well, since they captured him.

"Yes, it is."  Coulson agreed, squinting into the sun and wishing he had thought to bring sunglasses.  "Though the Hummer windows are tinted, if you want to make your way over there." It was an offer and not an order, Phil felt it best to stay away from giving orders at least until he could get an accurate assessment of the damage done to Clint.  "We can also take a very long walk, call a Novak for an armored limo, or borrow another agent’s Sudan."  Phil had not brought Lola to the scene and he was grateful for that right now.


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                      how are you holding up?
           
   it’s whole… thing has been taking a toll
                                   on the best of us.

                “How have I been holding up?”
             Loaded question, that is.
                                         “I’ve got coffee, a door, and a roommate. 
                         I’m doing as good as one would suppose.”
She’s probably going insane.  Her paper, the one the school gave her time off to complete, now sits innocently on her computer’s hard drive and there is a book to read a the world she lives in to forget about.


"you were so lonely, you became friends with the devil"
— ten word story - c.b.j.  (via lucixn)

"I was a son. A brother, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael… Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different…"


starofthemorning asked: "✌"

thegreatestmarksman:

thegreatestmarksman:

Kiss on the hand

"I think you’re taking this undercover thing a little too far." Clint whispered to Lucifer as he kissed his hand, taking him away to the dance floor. Not that he wasn’t flattered, but they had to keep their eyes on the target.

"I think things are more severe then you see it." Clint argued, sighing. "I mean, that’s just me but I am also your husband.” The archer huffed, turning his had a little so that he could see where their target was going.

Lucifer gave a non-committal hum, deciding to shelf the conversation at least for a little bit while they crossed the dance floor in casual pursuit of the person they were tailing.  “Better visual now?”  Lucifer asked, leaning close enough that it could be mistaken that he was imparting an amorous secret.