forum I'm Sorry, It's Not Your Problem// O/O // gAy // OPen

Started June 30, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Gabe pressed his lips together, wanting to say something comforting but not sure what. He decided, eventually, to not say anything of the sort, but to say what else he had been thinking about.
"And what you called me?"

“What I what…?” Lucifer squinted his eyes a little, confused. Until he remembered. He had completely forgotten what he said last night. “Oh- Oh my gosh, Gabe, I never meant that. I swear to you, I never meant that. It’s just…” Lucifer hated to relive the memory, but Gabe deserved to know the truth. “I had a hard time coping—being sentenced to hell for an eternity. At first I turned to drinking. I had my drink invented, just so I could get so drunk I couldn’t remember my own name. One time I drank so much I-“ Lucifer took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself. He skipped over finishing that sentence, “After I drank, I began sleeping with prostitutes. As a distraction. I don’t hardly remember them, but I earned a reputation for letting them take a room in my palace. I was… a horrible person. The person that Angelica wanted me to be.” Then, a few tears escaped Lucifer. He had never told anyone his full story.

All sorts of things were tearing at Gabe's heart, but he kept them under control. He continued to stare at Lucifer, not letting so much as a frown cross his face.
"So it was a lie."

“Of course it was, I- I didn’t want Angelica to hurt you. If she knew you were important to me,” That I love you, “She’d kill you. I’m sorry I called you my- my whore.” Lucifer looked at Gabe with eyes filled with tears. A familiar feeling tore up through Lucifer’s chest that made him feel sick.

Gabe knew two things.
He knew that he wanted to be known. He wanted Lucifer to tell everyone that he loved him, and not have to worry about danger. He wanted to ignore logic and live in safety.
But he also knew that Lucifer had done the only thing he could. He knew that he would be dead if he had told Angelica the truth. He knew that he should still trust Lucifer, if only a little bit.
"Do you still love me?"

“Of course I do,” Lucifer responded, nothing but truth behind the words. Utter truth. “Of course. You’re the only one that ever believed in me.” His words came out almost as quiet as a whisper. “I love you.”

Gabe blinked, considering. He would trust Lucifer a little bit more, then. Gabe still loved him a lot, and Lucifer's words only reassured him. He threw his arms around Lucifer, leaning into him quickly. He needed comfort, even as every emotion in his body was in turmoil.

Lucifer leaned into Gabe, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He winced a little at the slight pain in his back, but it was a distant feeling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispered over and over again, tearing falling out of his eyes. How could Lucifer be so stupid? Idiot, idiot, idiot, the words repeating over and over in his head.

It's okay, Gabe thought to himself, unable to say the words to Lucifer when he himself was in so much pain. He needed somewhere safe, and although he could do as well on his own, his heart said he would be safest here. So he hugged Lucifer tighter, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder.

Lucifer gently -hesitantly- brushed his hand though Gabe’s soft curly hair. In that moment, Lucifer vowed to protect Gabe. From anything and everything. So Gabe would never become another Faith, so he’d always be safe. Lucifer would make sure of it.

"Sorry," Gabe mumbled, in loss of anything else to say. His actual brain said he shouldn't trust Lucifer as much as he was, but he needed to.

“You don’t have to say sorry…” Lucifer replied quietly, then made himself pull away. He glanced at the door, “But what I said at the beginning was true. Think it would be best for your safety if you were far away from her as possible.”

Gabe nodded, some color returning to his face and some brightness to his eyes. I do have to say sorry. I always do. "Okay."

Lucifer forced himself to stand, “If you want to pack or anything, I’ll go send for a cab for you,” He explained softly, looking at the ground.

Gabe looked up at him, some curls falling into his face, but he didn't raise his hand to move them away. "I…I do want you to visit me. A lot." And it was truth. Logic was slowly fading out of him the more time he spent with Lucifer.

Lucifer’s heart warmed a little bit at that, “That’s a good thing, I want to visit you a lot,” He smiled a little bit, though in the back of his mind he knew it would be hard to visit Gabe often. If Angelica noticed something was up… it could be bad.

Gabe nodded, smiling some. "Thank you."

Lucifer smiled a little before he said, “I’ll meet you at the carriage, it’s around the front. I can ride with you to the apartment but I don’t think I can be seen with you for very long.” Then Lucifer’s made himself walk out of the room, because if he stayed any longer he knew he’d have a harder time leaving.

Gabe said nothing as he left, having nothing to say. As soon as he heard Lucifer's footsteps fade away, he made himself stand with legs that were still shaky, and stat to pack.

Lucifer walked with purpose through his halls and down the staircase to the first floor. He glanced down into the depths of the basement, wincing a little at the memories it brought from last night. He hated that place with a burning passion. Lucifer shook himself out of his thoughts and walked to the front of the palace to wait for Gabe to pack.

Gabe stuffed the few things he had in a small backpack that he slung over one shoulder, checking his face in the mirror one more time before he shut the door behind him - more because he wanted to make sure that a tear hadn't slipped out.

“Oh hello, you’re Lucifer’s new pet, hmm?” A voice like silk asked Gabe just as he exited the room. There was Angelica, in a pure white robe with a mug in her hands. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, if one didn’t know any better it would look like she just woke up from a long night’s rest.

Gabe pressed his lips together, considering for a moment before nodding. Just when he was feeling a little bit better. His sadness was almost shifting to rage, although he couldn't show that either. He couldn't show anything. If one brick was taken out, the entire wall would crumble, and he knew it.

“How much is he paying you?” Angelica asked with a slight frown, and her warm presence seemed to shift into a very, very cold one. She took a step closer to Gabe, eyeing him up and down.

Gabe was too tired to lie, too weighed down to care. "Nothing," He responded in a monotone. Besides Lucifer, he had nothing else to lose, but Lucifer could defend himself. He thought.