with time, certainly did everything
leisurely.
She
was still gaping at him when the waitress appeared, sliding two menus on the
table in front of them. Lucifer picked one up, having absolutely no interest in
food. He'd never tried to eat it, never cared to try it. He was certain he
could, though. After all, it was all their Father's creation. His body would
merely absorb it, converting it to energy.
"What
can I get you to drink?" the waitress asked.
"Orange
juice," Serah said right away.
Lucifer
continued to just stare at his menu.
"For
you, darling?" the waitress asked.
It
wasn't until Serah whispered his name that he realized the woman was talking to
him.
"Luce?"
Serah said. "To drink?"
"Water,"
he responded, staring at Serah. "And an apple to eat."
Her
brow furrowed. "Just an apple?"
"Yes,"
he confirmed. "An apple."
It
wasn't on the menu, but he was certain a place like this had one.
She
blinked a few times, shrugging it off, as she took his menu and placed it on
top of hers. She ordered for the both of them… just an apple for him, while she
ordered a vast array of things.
The
waitress wandered away then, taking much too long to leave them in peace. Serah
regarded him warily, but remained quiet until after their drinks were brought
to the table. Sticking a straw in her glass, she took a sip, eyes never leaving
his. "Can I ask you something, Luce?"
He
couldn't help but smile at the sound of his name on her lips. She'd said it
twice now since they sat down. "You can ask whatever you'd like."
"How
do you do it?"
"Do
what?"
"Disappear,"
she said, her voice quiet. "One second you're right there, and then you're
gone. It's like… magic. You're not a wizard, are you?"
He
laughed. "What do you know about wizards?"
She
shrugged, her face flushing as she averted her eyes, as if embarrassed. "I
read books."
"Do
you?"
"Yes."
"Just
because you read it doesn't make it real."
"I
know," she said, fidgeting in her seat. "I know wizards aren't real,
but sometimes I question whether you are, too. Until that waitress spoke to
you, I half-expected her to not see you. Nobody else ever seems to… and I just
wonder why that is. It's unnatural."
Intuitive . Luce stared at her, surprised
by her bluntness. She laid her cards all out on the table and asked to see his
hand, a hand he wasn't quite ready to show. "Unnatural."
"Yes,"
she said. "Like… not normal."
Luce
watched in silence as she took a sip of her orange juice, her eyes peeled to
him.
"That's
because I'm not," he said. "I'm not normal."
"What
are you then?"
He
laughed dryly. "An abomination, apparently."
She
rolled her eyes, like he'd been joking. If
she only knew…
Neither
of them spoke again until after their food arrived—two plates for Serah,
a lone apple for Luce. He picked it up, rolling it around in his palm as he
stared at it. It looked quite similar to the one Eve ate that day in the
garden, the skin the same shade of deep red.
"So,"
Serah hedged as she started to eat. "How is it you knew me?"
"Long
story."
"Shorten
it."
Luce
let out a deep sigh. "Work."
Her
eyes widened as she slowly chewed a bite, staring at him. Luce realized after a
moment that she expected him to go on.
Apparently
that answer had been too short.
"We
were working on different sides," he explained, trying to word is so she'd
understand without actually telling her the truth about it. It was a fine line
to walk, one he was sure he was going to fuck up. "It was your job to try
to bring me around to your side."
"Different
sides of what?" she asked. "What do you do for work, Luce?"
"Nothing
now," he said. "I was, uh… let
go ."
"Okay,
so what did you do?"
"Babysat."
That
answer made her laugh, again like she thought he was joking, but he'd meant it.
It was glorified babysitting down in the pit.
"I
supervised the imprisoned," he said. "And you worked for those who
make it their job to keep the world safe, to make sure the bad was kept locked
away."
"So
you were
leisurely.
She
was still gaping at him when the waitress appeared, sliding two menus on the
table in front of them. Lucifer picked one up, having absolutely no interest in
food. He'd never tried to eat it, never cared to try it. He was certain he
could, though. After all, it was all their Father's creation. His body would
merely absorb it, converting it to energy.
"What
can I get you to drink?" the waitress asked.
"Orange
juice," Serah said right away.
Lucifer
continued to just stare at his menu.
"For
you, darling?" the waitress asked.
It
wasn't until Serah whispered his name that he realized the woman was talking to
him.
"Luce?"
Serah said. "To drink?"
"Water,"
he responded, staring at Serah. "And an apple to eat."
Her
brow furrowed. "Just an apple?"
"Yes,"
he confirmed. "An apple."
It
wasn't on the menu, but he was certain a place like this had one.
She
blinked a few times, shrugging it off, as she took his menu and placed it on
top of hers. She ordered for the both of them… just an apple for him, while she
ordered a vast array of things.
The
waitress wandered away then, taking much too long to leave them in peace. Serah
regarded him warily, but remained quiet until after their drinks were brought
to the table. Sticking a straw in her glass, she took a sip, eyes never leaving
his. "Can I ask you something, Luce?"
He
couldn't help but smile at the sound of his name on her lips. She'd said it
twice now since they sat down. "You can ask whatever you'd like."
"How
do you do it?"
"Do
what?"
"Disappear,"
she said, her voice quiet. "One second you're right there, and then you're
gone. It's like… magic. You're not a wizard, are you?"
He
laughed. "What do you know about wizards?"
She
shrugged, her face flushing as she averted her eyes, as if embarrassed. "I
read books."
"Do
you?"
"Yes."
"Just
because you read it doesn't make it real."
"I
know," she said, fidgeting in her seat. "I know wizards aren't real,
but sometimes I question whether you are, too. Until that waitress spoke to
you, I half-expected her to not see you. Nobody else ever seems to… and I just
wonder why that is. It's unnatural."
Intuitive . Luce stared at her, surprised
by her bluntness. She laid her cards all out on the table and asked to see his
hand, a hand he wasn't quite ready to show. "Unnatural."
"Yes,"
she said. "Like… not normal."
Luce
watched in silence as she took a sip of her orange juice, her eyes peeled to
him.
"That's
because I'm not," he said. "I'm not normal."
"What
are you then?"
He
laughed dryly. "An abomination, apparently."
She
rolled her eyes, like he'd been joking. If
she only knew…
Neither
of them spoke again until after their food arrived—two plates for Serah,
a lone apple for Luce. He picked it up, rolling it around in his palm as he
stared at it. It looked quite similar to the one Eve ate that day in the
garden, the skin the same shade of deep red.
"So,"
Serah hedged as she started to eat. "How is it you knew me?"
"Long
story."
"Shorten
it."
Luce
let out a deep sigh. "Work."
Her
eyes widened as she slowly chewed a bite, staring at him. Luce realized after a
moment that she expected him to go on.
Apparently
that answer had been too short.
"We
were working on different sides," he explained, trying to word is so she'd
understand without actually telling her the truth about it. It was a fine line
to walk, one he was sure he was going to fuck up. "It was your job to try
to bring me around to your side."
"Different
sides of what?" she asked. "What do you do for work, Luce?"
"Nothing
now," he said. "I was, uh… let
go ."
"Okay,
so what did you do?"
"Babysat."
That
answer made her laugh, again like she thought he was joking, but he'd meant it.
It was glorified babysitting down in the pit.
"I
supervised the imprisoned," he said. "And you worked for those who
make it their job to keep the world safe, to make sure the bad was kept locked
away."
"So
you were
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