genessia | Dream A Little Dream...

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Dream A Little Dream...

Who: Chloe Decker
What: Arrival
When: Today
Where: The Dream Bay
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There are things in this world that shouldn't be possible. Things that would unravel the fabric of reality like a snag in a favourite sweater, so when Chloe Decker opened her eyes, she's pretty damn sure this is exactly what's happened. She'd seen Lucifer's face and--

And what?

Everything he'd said was true. He was actually The Devil, with capitals and everything. Yeah. She was going to just lay her for awhile and try to shake this grogginess, though she wasn't sure exactly what the cause was yet. A few deep breaths, maybe. Quiet reflection, compartmentalising, shoving her shock into a metaphorical basement. That was the best idea for now because this sure as hell isn't Los Angeles. It doesn't smell or feel right, nevermind where she is at the moment. Further investigation finds the pamphlet, the money, the phone, the necklace. Maybe it's the whole Devil thing but Chloe is oddly calm about waking up somewhere weird. Understatement of the century, maybe, but whatever. Someone has to deal with crazy in a responsible manner.

That falls to her like it always has.

So she gets up, gets out, listens to the hologram, pockets whatever she can, and immediately takes another moment to lean into the nearest solid object. It's as solid as anything else she'd touched. Her voice echoed as she snapped at herself.

"Get a grip, Decker."

She looked down at her pendant and grimaced before pulling out her phone and examining her instructions. She had her badge, her gun, her ID, but this place? This wasn't Heaven or Hell. This was some next level Narnia bullshit and she's pretty sure that's what Lopez would be saying about now, only Chloe was alone. She pulled her leather jacket around her a little tighter like it was her armor.

"Screw this," she murmured, firing off a text before striding out into the daylight of Genessia City.

It simply read:
LAPD. DECKER.

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Yup.

[A small grin right back. WHAT IS HIS COPING SKILL? DOES HE HAVE ONE?]

[He just holds up a hand.] Only freaking out on the inside. Bit like any homicide case when you have someone in the bin with you and you know he did it, and you can prove it, but you want him to turn on everyone else.

[His other solution has been giving in and letting himself date the hot succubus cop he stole as his partner and that's not something he's going to recommend, really.] But you can call me for drinks whenever it gets too much. It helps to have people who aren't entirely out of the realm of familiarity. Even though my partner's from another world, and used to supernatural stuff, she's still a cop. Covers the room in pinboards and clues. It's adorable.

[She's moving before she even starts to think, crossing the space a beat faster than he does but before she can actually crash into him, she stops herself and sort of hovers for a moment as she looks up at him.

At his face, his eyes.

A strangely painful relief shoots straight through her. It's there on her face for about two seconds before her forehead touches that stupidly expensive shirt of his and her arms go around him. Texts are words on a screen.

He's solid.

Real.

And in all the madness of this place, he's the only thing that feels anything close to genuine.

As if he could ever be anyone else than Lucifer Morningstar, right down to damn shoes.]

She is wandering around Genessia innocuously enough, getting some shopping done. Though she hasn't really been to this part of town before and it doesn't seem to be where she's headed. She spots the unfamiliar woman, but thinks nothing of the strangeness as she knows so few people here.

"Excuse me. Would you happen to know the way to the Main Market?"

Fantastic poker face, Carver.

[Okay. Alcohol is always a thing. Familiar people. Check. Crime solving.]

Drinks and cops. I might have to take you up on that offer, then.

Is that a--

Ah.

How. What.

She's not insane but just in case, she's going to close her eyes for a moment. Or two. Maybe three. That was a skeleton. Of a woman. Talking to her.

"Not remotely," she manages to get out after a few tries.

Detective?

[He doesn't know what to do when there are no words; he hasn't figured out yet how to read those other clues. But then the clues get a little more obvious, and he puts first one arm around her, then the other, his hands resting lightly on her back. Maybe one day he'll get the hang of this.

Maybe one day he'll be used to it. Maybe he'll expect this kind of reaction. But today he still doesn't know what to do with it all.]

Ay. Well, it's not as if she's unused to this sort of attention. She shifts the basket on her arm and eyes the woman critically.

"New to Genessia City or to..." she gestures, meaning all of this. Whatever this is.

[She's okay to some degree - holding it together. But she's also wrung out and just worn in so many different directions. Pierce. Charlotte. Luficer. The last moments she remembers, which she's desperately trying not to dwell on even if it keeps crawling out of its box to scream in her face.

And now this Genessia place out of way, way left field. Extreme. Left.

All she wants to do is ask if he's okay and after a few more moments, she pulls back to do that only to stare up at his face again. There's a wobbly bit of herself somewhere that's spinning and reeling but despite that, her hands find his cheeks. Her throat closes a few times but eventually, something comes out.]

I think.

[She swallows hard as her throat goes dry and tight.]

I needed you to be here.

"Extremely new." Chloe holds up the pamphlet, which she gets from her back pocket. "Honestly, within the last ten minutes or so." Probably less and a talking skeleton is no less as strange as it was a few moments ago but this is what a poker face is for. She's just going to have to deal with...all of this.

Anytime. [Softly now.]

Got any family back home you'll be missing?

[Her eyes close briefly. Straight to the gut, Carver.]

My daughter, Trixie.

[Yeah, that was probably too soon to crack open that can. Cop face on, mom face freaking out on the inside.]

How does...that work outside all of this? Actually...

[She gestures, grimacing, and lets out a long, slow breath.]

This sounds like a park bench kind of conversation. Know any good ones? It's been one of those weeks.

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[Eyes closed, nods quietly. They're REALLY alike then.]

[He gestures to the park.] Shouldn't be crowded in all this snow. Make sure you bundle up if you're not use to it.

My partner's world is in kind of post-nuclear meltdown so she thought I was completely making up polar ice caps and snow. [Small grin!] She hates it worse than cats and water.

My own daughter's 17. Just graduated. Small mercy I got to see it before coming here. Missed my open heart surgery though, for better or for worse.

Time doesn't move there, but people from the future, and even your own future, can still come here. Make sense? You can say no. In fact, I'll have to give you a hard look if you say yes.

I don't have anything to bundle up in but I'm not really sure I care yet. [The small grin is pretty cute.] I guess I'll have to meet your partner at some point, then.

[Chloe shrugs when it comes to the winter weather. It's better than not talking shop in a police station, right? But she's already walking and listening to him. He gets a soft holy shit about the surgery and a long look that says how are you even on duty. Honestly, though, she'd be the same. Look at her even now! Next time she's here, she's swiping forms and joining up.]

It doesn't have to make sense at this point. What matters is that my daughter will be fine and if time is basically frozen, it means I'm not missed. That's.

[She grimaces.]

Tolerable.

She can't help but feel sympathy for the woman. It was overwhelming even for the dead.

"There's a place that welcomes new people, one that I know of; though there may be more." She shrugs lightly. "Would you like me to show you?"

Here I am.

[And he has no plans to go anywhere, not that it would matter if he did. He stuck here, and now so is she. Though being stuck in a place that has no connection to his father is a relief, and he'd rather be stuck here with her than with anyone else. He's met some interesting people already, too.]

What happened right before you came here?

Mhm. You are.

[Chloe is quiet for a long while, her expression soft and her thumbs brushing against his cheekbones.]

The last thing I remember was [she let out a soft sigh] that I found out that you really had never lied to me, Lucifer. I'm still...wrapping my head around it all but.

Lucifer, I--

[Sure, it had been a shock and maybe it still was. Maybe she has a million more questions now but...baby steps. Really tiny baby steps. But it doesn't mean she's not going to very, very gently lean up to kiss him, her lips brushing against his as she murmurs.]

...thank you.

"Please," she says with a smile, gesturing for the skeleton lady to lead the way. "I'd like that. I'm Chloe Decker."

[Being able to show her that he was telling the truth, that was what he had wanted, and then it was bad timing and his own conscience that had kept him from being able to do it. Then it had happened anyway, when he hadn't meant it to, hadn't been able to prepare either of them for what came after.

And the possibility of what came after was what had kept him from doing it earlier. Because originally the only people who had seen his face were those who had deserved it for some reason. And because of what had happened when he had showed Linda. He didn't want to risk scaring Chloe away.

But now he knows two things. One: she saw his face.

Two: she's still here. For some reason he doesn't know, she hasn't fled from him.]

For what?

For being the one person in my life who has always been honest with me.

[She's. Trying to not get emotional. But her eyes sting and fill as she leans her forehead against his. Maybe he hadn't always told her everything and there were probably a host of things she didn't know but he had never lied to her about who...or what...he was.

And she loved him for that, especially after the last few weeks. Years.]

After all we've been through lately, it means everything to me.

[Maybe more so since Marcus. Cain, actually. Dan as well, if she was being honest. But Lucifer... He'd never lie to her.]

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I can't lie. Not to you, not to anyone. [Which doesn't mean that anyone actually believes him.] Everyone thinks I'm a master at it, but I've never been able to do it in my life.

[Even if he could lie to her, he wouldn't. She deserves better than that. She deserves the best of everything, and he's still not sure that's him.]

Now you know. I am the Devil.

But even if you could lie, I don't think you'd choose to - we're more than that, maybe we always have been.

And yes, you're The Devil, Lucifer.

[She nudges his nose with hers as her tears spill over, her voice hoarse. Her palms are warm against his face as they curve.]

But I know you, whatever face you wear. [She kisses him again just as gently.] I don't care what face it is I see because I-- I have always seen who you really are.

[He doesn't even know who he really is, how can she? He lost his Devil face and gained his wings back -- but wasn't an angel -- and then got his Devil face back. With a Devil face and angel wings, what is he?

He's got her figured out but has no idea what's going on inside himself.]

What am I, really?

You're a good person, Lucifer. I have watched you fight for others because you genuinely care about what happens to them to the point of your own health and safety - or your comfort. Maybe you hide that with some pretty stupid humour, with jokes and teasing, but I've seen situations touch you in ways they maybe didn't when I first met you.

[She rests against him, letting her fingers fall against his neck.]

I mean, the way you look at me, the way you are with me, even when you're being ridiculous on every level, has come so far since the day I first met you. The face I see, the person I know chooses to be good with me and those he cares for to the best he can.

[Chloe smiles warmly, though this is super touchy and very, very feely, and probably more exhausting than it has any right to be. Most of her weight leans into him as she closes her eyes. It's been coming for a long time, well beyond the shock of his Devil face. It's been coming at the both of them like a freight train.]

No matter what happens, in the end, I will always choose and always believe in us. Whatever that is or will be or...whatever shape it takes.

If you have anyone you know here, split rent with them and use the redbills you got for starting out for that. Or if you're really desperate, you can take my daughter's room.

My partner insisted on saving a room for her, just in case. It's been 6 months, but... [Shrugs.] Like you said, tolerable.

[He's fiiiiiine. His partner tackles him and doesn't let him do anything that would make his heart explode or stuff :V and he's under physician care by experts who won't let him work himself to death either no matter how tempted he gets. Which: spoilers: is very.]

[She knows him as well as he knows her, it seems, though he wonders: does she know the reason for the jokes and teasing? Does she know that it's a shield against anything that might one day hurt him again, like he had once been so irreparably hurt by his whole family?

Probably, since she knows everything else.

There's so much she doesn't know, too. Things she hasn't seen, that he didn't tell her about. Things he did for her.

One hand moves up behind her head, to support it, or to keep it where it is, close to him.]

Chloe.

We're out in public where anyone can see us.

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