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Lavender Bones
Mazikeen was a woman of action. It was something she prided herself for - there was no need for wishy-washy explanations or long declarations of love in rainfall screamed over the sounds of a leaving train. At least there hadn't been until they had come to earth and understood the full range of bizarre feelings that humans endured in their short lives. It was almost unbearable. She had no idea how they could stand it when she had barely survived the past few months of the depressive lows and unimaginable highs. No wonder they were so predisposed to extreme actions that lead them on a path towards Hell. The lack of control had driven her to this strange place seeking comfort in memories of home which were suddenly tainted by romantic, rose coloured glasses. The first time she had met Lucifer, the way their bond had grown over the years and the fact he had chosen her to accompany him on his holiday to LA.
It was the scene in a rom-com movies where the bubbly female lead realised she had been in love with the man she had known all along. He had been there right under her nose but she had been too distracted to pay him the right amount of attention. However, in their case instead of sugary pop playing over the top it was a soundtrack of Slipknot songs and the images were far darker than the time they took a trip on a a tandem bike or ate ice cream in a park. The first time they had met Lucifer had been admiring her handy work in torturing a poor sod that had been drowning in guilt for being a serial adulterer. They had looked at each other with kinship, the sparks had flown and the rest was history. From that moment their torrid affair had started with a bang...if you will. Their physical attraction to each other had been undeniable and even now it was clear they found each other easy on the eyes but there was something that was missing. An emotional crutch since he had grown indifferent towards the idea of just sleeping together for fun.
She was almost certain he had not been celibate in the time they had become estranged - a nightclub full of young wanna-be-actresses it was unlikely that he had suddenly learnt how to keep his hands to himself. Jealousy settled in the pit of her stomach like a familiar friend that had been gone for a long time. The fact he continued to take strangers to his bed puzzled Maze more about the distance between them; it had intensified once she had moved out (and in with Chloe). Perhaps Lucifer had realised he couldn't be seen as a viable option as a significant other if he was seen to be "dating" her room mate. At first Maze had been more than happy to get her space from her former boss and lover. They had been in the mortal realm long enough and she needed to prove she was no longer dependent on him. It had worked. She had felt like an entirely different person for a while at least. Protecting Lucifer at all costs had given her a purpose while mortal life seemed strangely meaningless.
A job was just a job. Home were temporary shelters to store all of the crap that humans seemed to accumulate throughout their lives. Maze had studied them trying to understand what kept them going through all of the mundane days that passed them by. Chloe's focus was her kid - at the end of the day it was relationships that seemed to really matter. It was unlikely she would ever have children, so who did she have? Lucifer. Of all the people Maze had ever met he knew everything about her - the little things that made her who she was. Her favourite breakfast food, the They had fought countless times, sometimes about pointless things but always forgave each other. Maze had no family - her mother did not count her eyes. She had been close to abandoned as a child. And demons were not there to codal the weak - she had to fend for herself. Lucifer had taught her loyalty, lust… maybe even love.
Maze wanted the feelings to stop or to do something to enact them so she went to the one person she knew understood this kind of stuff. "I need you to fix me." She flung the door open to Linda's office in a routine that had become all too familiar to them both. When Maze had first heard about Lucifer attending therapy she had scoffed at the thought, wondering if he cried about his daddy issues while laying down on an antique sofa. She had been pleased that someone else would have to listen to his stories for a change. It was exhausting pretending to pay attention when you'd heard the same thing on a loop for centuries. To her surprise when she had visited the office there had been some comfort in the idea of someone listening with no bias to her quest to find herself. "Being here in the mortal plane has really messed me up." There was a pause as she sat down opposite the shell shocked blonde half way through a salad. "Before we moved here I had a limited range of emotions and you know what, I really liked it. It was a much better time."
"Do you have some emotions you would like to talk about?" There was no handbook on therapy for celestial beings and as much of a struggle both Maze and Lucifer were Linda found herself quietly thrilled by the challenge. The layers to them were fascinating yet somehow Lucifer's familial issues were all too familiar to the regular crowds of people lining up to see her. Afterall it was LA - land of the rich and emotionally damaged. People were there to escape who they were, to reinvent themselves but would suddenly find that despite the sunshine who they were at the core had not changed. Things they thought about at three am while staring at the ceiling still haunted them despite the change in scenery. Maze was no different though she had never talked about her life in Hell. And also Linda would never be the one to say that to her face; their friendship still scared her from time to time.
"I'm in love with Lucifer." Maze made gagging sounds at the words coming out of her mouth as if physically repulsed by the idea. "It's got to be Stockholm Syndrome right? I watched one of those documentaries on the other night. After millennia of being by his side - I've been brainwashed or something right? Also there really isn't great programming on in the middle of the night someone should do something about that." She took a deep breath and a handful of jelly babies from the jar of sweets on the coffee table realizing and she was rambling in order to avoid hearing the professional's opinion about her announcement. It had not been easy for Maze to verbalizing the thoughts she had been obsessing about over the past few days but it felt like coming back to the surface after being underwater. She could suddenly feel her lungs filling up with air and heaviness dragging her down disappearing.
"You're in love with… Lucifer." Linda repeated the words out loud processing the information. "It makes sense." The words stumped Maze as she leant in to listen closer to what was coming out of her friend's mouth. She had half been hoping that Linda would explain to her how the feelings she was experiencing where not love at all but something different that she could ignore. "After all you have known him for a long time, you came here together, your friend is...unique." She was skirting around the issue worried that Maze would lose her temper a knife hidden somewhere would make its way in her direction. There was no such commotion only silence which seemed scarier in this scenario.
"So what do I do to fix it?" Maze gave a frustrated groan that she wasn't getting the answers that she wanted to hear. There seemed to be a breathing technique or meditation to cure all alignments but from the sounds of it not love. The hope that what she was feeling at the pit of her stomach would go away had not dissipate had not worked. Interacting with Lucifer that day had seemed to make it worse. A part of her brain had been screaming at her to just tell him - what was the point of keeping secrets when they were bound to come out eventually anyway. The other half warned her about all of the pitfalls and the very real possibility of rejection. Maze was not sure how she'd respond to being told it would never happen but had a feeling it would not be healthy.
"Love isn't something you can switch on and off Maze, but you are doing the right thing but confronting the feelings you have so you can start processing them." The words going in one ear and out the other Linda was sure by the distracted look on her friend's face. It had always been unlikely that a demon would listen to sound advice about love and heartbreak. Maze jumped up to her feet a grin tugging at her lips in a way that unsettled Linda even more as she waited for an explanation as to what positive message had been taken from her comment. It was far from the in depth analysis it normally would take a patient to realised many sessions before they would come round to what she had been telling them. There was always resistance first before anything else. "You're right, acknowledging your feelings is the right thing to do. I just need to get Lucifer to confront he loves me too." Linda wanted to stop her but it was too late - Maze had disappeared out of the door leaving nothing but the sultery smell of her perfume lingering in the air.