[ She had willfully kept herself from having the thought. It had almost coalesced once or twice, like some horrible monkey's paw fantasy, but no. "Porter Bollocks" was the line. Finally she takes a shuddering breath. ]
[ Ah. Well. That answers the question of whether or not Lucifer remembers this. The look of shell-shocked regret on their face intensifies for a moment, and they chew worriedly at their lip for a moment before continuing. ]
[Luci is very still for a moment. Yeah, that looks like the face of somebody who's said too much, so she can extrapolate what happened to her after she met the wrong end of Ananke's fingers. The reason her head didn't come apart in December, the reason she was just decapitated, was because Ananke had decapitated her and somehow she and Inanna had lived through it.]
[She has a choice now. Persephone is no doubt losing her mind, thinking about how long all of the murdered gods were heads in some undetermined location. Luci could stay and reassure her with a terrible joke--]
[--but she's losing her fucking mind and has to stand up, which she does, and runs her clawed hands through her hair.]
...sorry. I need coffee. I'm making a fuckton of coffee.
[ She turns and almost reaches for Luci, but balls her hand in the comforters instead. There are a few horrible, awkward seconds while her reboot completes. ]
Guess I'm making a run out, then. That will be one bucket of coffee, two bottles of whiskey, and a straw then?
[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]
Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]
[ This is the part where Inanna should be pulling her into a hug, one that they need as badly as she does. Unfortunately they're stuck relying on their face to convey enough understanding to make up for it. It's only a little marred by Inanna's own wrecked nerves leaving them with a brow perpetually pinched in anxiety. ]
[ she cradles Inann's head, tucking their forehead under her chin. it's disgusting. she can feel their exposed flesh against her skin. They stink like blood and bile. ]
I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
[ This should be comforting, except it absolutely isn't. There's nothing Inanna can do but sit there and let her hold them, and it feels so strange—disconcerting. There are too many things they can't help but expect to feel; the press of her against their chest, the weight of arms around their waist. All those things they simply don't have now. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of a stomach they don't have.
Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
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I... Look, I know this is fucked up. It's still messing me up, but the important thing is that I'm not—I was never dead. As far as I know.
[ They've just been a head. Totally different and better(???), right??? ]
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[Luci's hands tighten on Persephone's shoulders but otherwise she's fighting to be a rock. It's really fucking hard to keep her voice level.]
Like, never dead after you left here or-- or like, Fucking-Ananke-never-dead?
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Oh god.
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Fucking-Ananke-never-dead. Just...this.
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[She has a choice now. Persephone is no doubt losing her mind, thinking about how long all of the murdered gods were heads in some undetermined location. Luci could stay and reassure her with a terrible joke--]
[--but she's losing her fucking mind and has to stand up, which she does, and runs her clawed hands through her hair.]
...sorry. I need coffee. I'm making a fuckton of coffee.
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[ She turns and almost reaches for Luci, but balls her hand in the comforters instead. There are a few horrible, awkward seconds while her reboot completes. ]
-want a drink.
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Do you have any straws? [ A beat. ] And whiskey?
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[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]
Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]
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...Sorry again about the—shock.
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[ she glances over at them and then away again. she can feel her edges fraying just looking at them. ]
Can I . . . uhm. Can I hold you?
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[ It wasn't so bad, admitting it to her. Inanna was sure she understood deeply. ]
You don't need to ask for that.
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God, Inanna, I'm so sorry-
[ She picks them up carefully, a hand on each cheek. ]
We- we had no idea. No one ever thought-
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Persephone...
[ This is the part where Inanna should be pulling her into a hug, one that they need as badly as she does. Unfortunately they're stuck relying on their face to convey enough understanding to make up for it. It's only a little marred by Inanna's own wrecked nerves leaving them with a brow perpetually pinched in anxiety. ]
Who could have even guessed?
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I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
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Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
I know you will.