SEND ME A ♟ TO RECEIVE A HANDWRITTEN NOTE FROM MY MUSE TO YOURS.
Without Lucifer, the silence proved more unsettling than usual; his absence a concern Nick could no longer ignore. Perhaps the archangel grew tired of his—a human’s—company, moving on to bigger and better things. While he assumed Lucifer would leave eventually, the hope he’d stay remained—even as doubt threatened to consume him, resulting in a heavy heart. There were moments he considered calling out, the other’s name on the tip of his tongue, yet fear held him back; fear that his call would receive no answer. Nevertheless, he attempted to fill his thoughts with positivity, telling himself Lucifer had a good enough reason, and worrying over him of all people was completely ridiculous. Why should he care if Lucifer never returned, or if he was in trouble—hurt? He shouldn’t, but he did, and nothing could persuade him otherwise.
Not until now did he realize the impact Lucifer had made on him during his stay—in such a short time, too—when his face lit up at the letter in his hand. Adjusting his glasses, Nick read the name and address, relieved but curious, wondering if this was another joke Lucifer had decided to play on him. From the sound of it, it wasn’t. To read Lucifer couldn’t fly and was willingly staying at a motel startled him, the lack of details rather disappointing, though the archangel needed his help and that was enough to garner his attention. Regardless of his uncertainties, there was not a second to waste. As soon as he finished reading, smiling ever so slightly at the or else, he abandoned breakfast to figure out where Lucifer had been and why. Still trying to mask his worry and newfound excitement, Nick was pulling out of the driveway and on the road as quickly as possible.
Shortly after, he found himself at the address Lucifer messily scrawled onto the envelope, standing at the door with bated breath. What would he discover when Lucifer opened it—was the archangel injured—who could injure an archangel—if that wasn’t the case, what on earth happened to cause this? He expected to hear the entire story. “Lucifer, it’s me,” he said as he knocked, voice quiet. “Open up.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer.