It's not really a "words can express it" sort of thing.
[Which is true of nearly all Lucifer's relationships, including the close bond he has with Gabriel...the brother he raised, and who he also murdered without remorse.]
There's always something to do. Planning, building. Working. Undertaker doesn't sleep, and you know how Yuca is, so sometimes I go bother them. But if Xerxes is home, like I said, I'll watch his dreams. It's something he came up with--I think me pacing kept him up. Or he thought I was just playing when I said I didn't need the rest, who knows.
Mm. Manipulating dreams is easy. [He shrugs.] There are plenty here who would do it for you.
[Lucifer might. He likes dreams, he has just enough spare time to make it worth his while. But he doesn't offer outright, because it doesn't take a paranoid mind to see how letting Satan poke at your subconscious would be bad.
Even if he doesn't need permission to do it, there's a difference between someone breaking in, and leaving the door open with a map to all the valuables.]
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[Which is true of nearly all Lucifer's relationships, including the close bond he has with Gabriel...the brother he raised, and who he also murdered without remorse.]
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[But he's smirking now, playing.]
Stick around. Then we'll see.
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[He rubs at his eyes. He's so tired but he can't sleep.]
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[As casually as he says that, he does mean it. Surprisingly. Possibly it's a sign to start worrying.]
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Well, I don't need to. Every now and then I'll put down the book and watch a dream. Why?
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[Softly.]
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[He leans on Marge, and plays with her ear.]
There's always something to do. Planning, building. Working. Undertaker doesn't sleep, and you know how Yuca is, so sometimes I go bother them. But if Xerxes is home, like I said, I'll watch his dreams. It's something he came up with--I think me pacing kept him up. Or he thought I was just playing when I said I didn't need the rest, who knows.
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... I used to sit at night, back when I didn't have a body that could sleep -- and I would stare at the wall. Awake, alone in my own head.
Now, it's like the same thing but with hallucinations.
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When is the last time you slept?
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[He makes a vague, finger-wiggling gesture just off to the side, like a spider in the peripheral.]
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Why can't you sleep?
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...Or something to put you so far under you don't dream.
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[Just ignoring the prostitute comment.]
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[Lucifer might. He likes dreams, he has just enough spare time to make it worth his while. But he doesn't offer outright, because it doesn't take a paranoid mind to see how letting Satan poke at your subconscious would be bad.
Even if he doesn't need permission to do it, there's a difference between someone breaking in, and leaving the door open with a map to all the valuables.]
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I just... need to not think for a while.
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[... well.]
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