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Catch-all post for threads on TFLN interrupted by captcha.
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And here he is, coming neatly down on the doorstep of Gabriel's little cabin. Not inside, as he tried to, which meant...well, it meant knocking.
So this is Lucifer knocking at the door like a pedestrian.
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Gabriel opens the door in short order, eyebrow raised. "You missed the house slightly."
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He turned on his heel slightly, looking up at the dull sky, then down, the low trees cutting through the swamp, the smell of crocodiles and fish and brackish water.
"Lovely place you have here. Can I come in?"
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He laughed, letting himself on into the room beyond, scoping the place out thoughtfully. It wasn't so bad. Could afford to be spruced just a little bit more, but it was charming in its own way. Strangely it was very Gabriel.
He cocked his head to one side. "Hmm. There's something missing. Where's my hug, little brother?"
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Now he sighs dramatically. "What, being told where to find me wasn't good enough?"
All right, all right, he'll give his brother his hug before Lucifer can decide if he wants to swat him.
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Not that he didn't take full advantage, raising one hand away from Gabriel's side to catch his jaw and pulling him up into a kiss.
He pulled back quickly. "Is that ice cream?"
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He lets go of Lucifer and steps back, a hand going up to brush an escaped lock of hair out of his face.
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Lucifer follows, like he's tethered to Gabriel by an invisible rope, and if the door closes behind him then that was intentional too. A breath of wind.
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"Yeah, I've had enough ice cream for now. Why, you want some?" He doesn't seriously expect the answer to be 'yes'. He's noticed Lucifer following him and steps back another step or two to see if the trend continues.
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And he continued another step, closing the distance little by little. "I couldn't say exactly what for, but I'm sure you have some kind of idea. You're better at these kinds of things than I am, after all, hm Gabriel?"
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Of course, there's good reason for Lucifer not getting the chance to gain that experience first. Doesn't stop Gabriel from a bout of good-natured picking on his big brother.
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"You think you have more experience than me?" he teased, lightly. "Not all of us can star in pornography, though, I suppose."
adk;lfjk;ldaf Spam folder ate this.
That's the only explanation.
/shakes fist at it! lucifer isn't spam
Lucifer plucked at the collar of Gabriel's shirt thoughtfully. "Though I have to tell you, my favorite part was when you stopped talking."
It once decided it really hated a Sam and all of that Sam's comments went to spam.
Anyway, moving back to a slightly earlier subject than the one he actually addressed. "Why would you have told them? For additional challenge or something else?" Always fun to hear that his emergency plan B for if things went south was something his brother would have had shared as well.
Pff Sam Spam
"Hope. Humans have hope It's what keeps them moving forward. I wanted the Winchesters in Detroit, and one way or another, that was where they would be. It was our Father's plan from the beginning."
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"I wonder if He saw the monkey wrench they tossed in coming. Dad doesn't seem to mind, given He didn't put things back on track." That's probably going to be the only thing Gabriel says about it. Their Father was a touchy subject that he'd rather leave alone.
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