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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[It's strange to him, to be carrying the bag of his items himself, but he has no other choice right now.]

Off we go then. That diorama's waiting.

[And here Chloe is, carrying a bottle of like 15-year-old whiskey. Talk about strange. Once again they're walking and all she can do is pay attention to things like how far away he is or exactly at what point she loses peripheral vision of him. Nagging little things she's never truly noticed before. It's oddly soothing, though. Like all the details filling into a clearer picture. Like a case. Like a puzzle still full of spaces in it.

Point B to Point C, the bite of cold air telling her when they're outside, the passing of light and shadow telling her distances between pathway lights. She can't quite find enough voice to make a crack back at him. It's only when they reach the door to his new apartment that she goes looking for the key absently. She pats down the jacket as she shakes herself out of the haze with a very soft, very non-verbal hum in his direction.]

It's in that one. [He points at the inside breast pocket, the only one he wouldn't reach into himself while she's wearing the jacket.

Once they're inside, he opens the nearest closet door and sticks his belongings inside. He can sort them out later.]

You brought the drink. I'll find us glasses.

[She sets the bottle down on the coffee table and works her boots off, leaving them next to the front door before taking a short tour of the apartment. It's a routine sweep, checking windows and doors, and looking for listening devices, of which she finds none.

There's a few seconds where she works on a small to-do list, which now reads whiskey decanter, glasses blankets and extra pillows. It's the small things that make a home, anyway.

She does keep an eye on Lucifer but it's entirely more relaxed than when they were out. This time, though, she allows herself to close her eyes as he moves and she settles into the couch. There's less of a need to knock a few fingers of whiskey back, now. She can enjoy it, let it help unwind her tightly wound body. When he finds glasses, she offers a small smile.]

The last thing I want to do is go out tomorrow but it just might be necessary.

[She empties her pockets, working her gun free along with her badge, both go on the low coffee table for want of storage. She's so used to putting it elsewhere that it feels odd just sitting there, chamber empty, safety on.

Chloe can't seem to find the energy to take off his jacket but she knows it ought to be stored neatly in the master bedroom's closet. Things to get to eventually.]

[Once he finds some glasses and turns to return to the living room, he pauses for a moment to look over at how comfortable she already is in his apartment, even though it's barely his. She'd been just as comfortable in his penthouse in Lux. When did that happen?

After a moment, he joins her on the couch and pours some whiskey for each of them.]

There's no ice yet. [That's fine for him, and they can make some tomorrow if she wants some for the future.]

What would you prefer to do tomorrow?

I'll live. [Chloe takes the glass, her expression thoughtful before she takes a sip. It's forever a drink to get used to but after the bar, she's fine with it. Unfortunately, she's still cold and shivering a little as she adjusts to the transition from outside to inside.]

You need a blanket for this couch and a few pillows, maybe. And I need something to wear besides what I have on. So, a little shopping. Not to mention groceries.

A blanket and pillows. [She's settling in well, it seems, planning for things he hadn't even thought about yet. Things he might not ever have thought of, if he were being honest, but if she wants them, they'll happen.]

Look who's domestic already.

It's winter, Lucifer with snow. [It's not really a protest at all.] I'm...practical and stupidly cold.

[Chloe nudges his knee with hers before taking a sip of whiskey.]

And as good as this whiskey is, it's definitely not a blanket.

[It's not the first time he's encountered snow or cold -- he's been all over the Earth, many times -- not having to deal with it had been a bonus to living in Los Angeles. Even so, he still seems to be dealing with it better than she is.]

There's a blanket on the bed. We could use that one.

[She's too California for this stupid weather and she knows it. It's also stupid that he deals with the cold better than she does. A glance to him reveals as much and she's still sitting with his jacket on.]

Now that's a good idea.

[Her smile is a little lopsided and she hides it with a sip of whiskey. It burns all the way down and settles into a warming buzz that makes her lean her head back for a moment.]

I suppose, eventually, I'll get used to this city. I mean, I'll have to if I get a job with Genessia City Police. Make some money, make this place into--

[She cuts herself with a curious furrowing of her brow.]

Is it okay if I stay, Lucifer? I know you need your space, so..

[She shrugs lightly. Chloe doesn't just want to...dump herself on him. He needs his freedom, after all, and she has to ask him.]

[Stay. Here. In his apartment. That's what she wants, and he -- he'd been asked, by Linda, what does he want most, and his answer was for Chloe to choose him. That's what she's doing right now, she's choosing him, and while it's not surprising (she'd done it before, and what other choices does she have here) it's also more than a little terrifying. No one had ever chosen him before; why is she doing it now?

But it's exactly what he wants, and that's what matters. If he needs space, they'll both know it.

He takes another sip before answering her.]

You can stay.

Thanks.

[Chloe's sigh of relief is louder than she might have guessed but, yeah, she'd had to ask. She rises, setting the liquor down on the coffee table before going to get the blanket. The detective works the blanket around her like a cape and drags it back to the couch with an almost victorious smile. It's better than freezing, she thinks, and flaps at him a little as if to ask if he wants in, too.]

That might be the only way I get that jacket back. [He's teasing, if the look on his face us anything to go by. If he hadn't wanted to let her use it, he wouldn't have given it to her in the first place.

He nods his head at the couch next to him and lifts his arm to make room for her.] Now that you've made a mess out of the bed we might as well both benefit.

[She laughs, her voice soft and low as she settles into the space provided for her. Chloe only moves to get the drink, half cradling it against her chest. She fits with such ease against him that it draws out a quiet murmur.]

Much better even now.

[She tucks herself against him lazily, her cheek finally settling again his chest.]

I suppose it is a bit of a mess. Decent sized bed, though. Very nice.

Nice enough for sharing? [Since it seems to be that they have agreed to do just that. Not that he minds.]

Did I interrupt your thought earlier?

I think it'll do.

[She stirs to glance up at him with a laugh.]

Which time? There've been so many.

Good, because I don't think a bigger one will fit. [He does miss the penthouse at Lux, although at least this place is nicer than his assigned housing.]

Before you asked to stay.

At least the ceiling height here doesn't feel too claustrophobic.

[He's always interrupting her thoughts even when he's not in the room. She re-settles, tucking herself against his shoulder as she thinks.]

Oh, that. I was just thinking aloud. It's not home but...we can make it ours. It's all in the little details, I suppose. [She makes a face before taking a sip of whiskey, shifting so her cheek is against his chest. When she speaks again, her voice is a murmur.]

Like a piano. Wonder how much they run...

[The arm that was on the couch, the one not holding his drink, drapes over her shoulders until his hand rests on her waist. He was about to ask what kind of details she had in mind until she mentioned the piano.]

Several thousand dollars, usually, depending on size and manufacturer.

[And of course he's not going to accept anything but the best.]

Something to save for.

[Chloe murmurs wordlessly, her tone content as his arm settles. It feels good, safe, as she closes her eyes to soak in the warmth of that contact. At the end of the day, being warm and safe were her two priorities, at least for right now.

She wants to get him little things or big things, or just things in general. Nothing is Lux and she knows that's where he's most at home. It's sappy and stupid but, that's what she wants to do for him.]

You want a piano? [Of course she doesn't want a piano, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is where he would put one at the moment.]

I want you to have one because--

[Because now that she thinks about it, she wants what comes out of it and even more so from Lucifer.]

Because it helps both of us. And maybe I can learn something, too.

I can definitely attempt to teach you.

[Chloe's got some talents. This might not be one of them.]

I'll...do my best to learn. I'm sure it'll be much better the second time around.

[She takes her last sip of her drink and moves away to set her glass on the coffee table before working herself back right where she'd been. Well, a little closer.

But, she's also thinking about Lux. Maybe she's always thinking about in some respect, especially since she woke up in this place. Maybe it's too much like home to her as well or...very representative of it.]

It's possible. [He doesn't mind so much if it doesn't happen. It's just an excuse to try.]

It doesn't matter until there's somewhere that one will fit, anyway.

Dream A Little Dream...

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