For a moment, all Mar could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and Lucifer's heavy breathing as he held her. She shook slightly as the adrenaline high faded and soon the sounds and subtleties of the room returned to their former sharpness. She let out a puff of air and pulled away slightly, looking up at him, a more tender example of his signature smirk across his lips. Mar watched the curve of his lips and the creases of his eyes as he grinned. She was at a loss for what to do in the moment, thinking she could call him pretty to gain a laugh but decided against it, even though, Lucifer let out a slight chuckle as if he heard her thoughts anyway.
"Why thank you," He said with a nod of his head as Mar let out a scoff.
"What, you can read minds now?" She raised an eyebrow more acquisitive than questioning.
"Always could love, but yours are a bit loud to ignore right now," Mar smacked his arm but couldn't help but laugh at his smug expression.
"At least you're back to normal," She noted, "Oh, and you still smell like coconuts," She winked at him earning another chuckled before he pulled her into him again, his hands snaking around her waist as he pressed his lips to hers. Mar smiled into the kiss as a forked tongue ghosted over her lower lip.
"I'm in," Mar decided with a shrug at Lucifer, who stood behind her, as she poured another cup of coffee into a stained white mug. He looked pleasantly surprised at her words, "I mean, we can't stay here cause best case scenario by dad stabs you again and taking back hell isn't exactly flying under the radar, persay, but it's gotta be viewed better than trying to fuck up the planet." Mar reasoned out loud, sipping on the black liquid.
"Let's go," He gestured for her to come closer but Mar stayed where she stood.
"You go. I can meet you somewhere later. I think the diner is still roped off but I can meet you outside there. I've gotta wait for him to get home and try some sort of explanation. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna say but I think he deserves one." Lucifer frowned at this before she added, "Plus I've gotta pack my weapons, don't I?"
"You better show up, love," He jested, tapping his forefinger to his chin and then at her, "I think the title of 'Queen' suits you well," Mar grinned at his words.
"And I'm sure a throne compliments your ass nicely," She laughed back as he disappeared from his relaxed position against the counter with the rushing sound of wings.
Less than an hour after Lucifer had left, the Kitchen door creaked open. The shuffling of feet and loud slam of the door made Mar jump up from her reclining position on her bed and trot to the kitchen. Jack stood with a duffle bag, similar to her own, slung over his shoulder, clad in dark jeans and a stained blue t-shirt. She noticed the bruising along his other arm not holding the bag and the dried blood, still behind his ear—whether it was his or not she couldn't tell.
"Hey," She spoke softly as he returned the greeting, pulling her lightly into a side hug, "How'd everything go?" She more or less knew the answer but their phone call had been short and she wasn't entirely sure what to say.
"Alright," Jack disappeared into his room for a moment before appearing again, duffle bag free, "Everything go ok here?"
"Fine, Still alive," Mar jested slightly with a smile to which her nodded.
"And your friend?" He added with a disdainful tone.
"Gone," He nodded again.
"Wasn't quite the devil you thought he was," Mar laughed internally at this. She knew what he had meant and he was Lucifer, she knew that, but in a way the statement rang true. He wasn't quite the devil people seemed to think he was.
"Well," Mar began but stopped short as she fumbled for words and sighed, "God, I don't know how to even begin to tell you this." Stress began to find its way into every inch of her, leaving her rigid and her head beginning to throb.
"Tell me what," His weight pressed on the balls of his feet as he leaned forward, inquiring with crossed arms.
"Alright," Mar began again, "I guess long story short, I am leaving tonight," His expression remained unchanged, "With him," She added after a moment.
"You're leaving with a stranger you found in a warehouse?" His tone was nearly mocking her but a certain rage boiled beneath it.
"No, it's complicated," Mar sighed again pinching the bridge of her nose, "He is who he says he is." Silence passed between them as he watched her, arms remaining crossed and Mar's stomach turned, "Alright, this may seem odd but it's relevant so bear with me."
"Ok," He breathed out with what seemed to her like annoyance as he took a seat on the couch.
"Angels, as you know I guess, are real. They are somewhat similar to us but they don't have the whole, dating, getting married thing," Mar's words were haphazardly strung together as he attempted to explain, "However, they have, what I guess you would call, mates. They bond like soulmates, quite literally, and very rarely they can have human mates. A sign of this 'bond' is that the human can see the angel's wings,"
"Right," He drew out the word with a glare as if she was insane.
"I saw his wings," Mar spoke with emotion that seemed to drive it home to Jack that she was in fact serious. It was then that his entire demeanor changed, becoming rigid and taking on an air like he was someone else entirely, "God, I know it sounds crazy, and I'm really sorry. I don't want you freaking out but I thought you deserved an explanation."
"You thought I-," Jack stood, cutting himself off, though, Mar wasn't sure if he had intended to say anything else to begin with. She saw the anger still threatening to boil over as his jaw tightened but he remained silent. Mar waited. She waited for his to explode, but he only turned to her with true panic in his eyes before hurrying off to his room.
A certain uneasiness still sat in Mar's chest but she couldn't help but smile on occasion as she packed. She tried to hurry things along as she stuffed what she needed into her worn duffle bag and scrounged together what weapons she had lying around. She lied back on her bed next to the bag with a sigh, stretching her arms above her head but a loud set of knocks at her door brought her to her feat. Snapping it open her eyes fell on her father, standing just as rigid as before but with a calmer expression over his features. He smiled shortly at her, extending a mug of coffee. Mar returned the smile, taking it gladly as she gestured for him to come in. He simply shook his head, remaining where he stood.
"I don't understand Mar," He began, "But I know I can't stop you and I'm glad you stuck around to at least tell me," She was surprised by this, offering up a tender smile in gratitude.
"I still don't want to go into details because I really don't want to worry you but I promise I'll be alright. Thank you." He nodded, retreating back down the hall rather quickly before she returned to her bed, shutting the door behind her. The uneasiness settled as she sighed, allowing a wave of relief to wash over her. Taking a lingering gulp from the mug, the coffee was slightly sweet as it washed down her throat. Mar glanced up, noting a forgotten machete lying on the table in the corner. She picked it up, rubbing it white handle in her hand as she turned to put it with the others but as she did the room began to lose focus. Soon, the bed, the table, and everything else in the room seemed to move like it was a photograph being shaken by an angry toddler. The movement made its way into her head, as she became dizzy, trying desperately to keep her balance but it became too much. A set of heavy footsteps down the hall echoed in her ears just before her legs gave out, her head hitting the ground with a thud hear the foot of her bed.