Underworld

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THE UNDERWORLD

There are many names for it, and many purposes. To some, it's simple the land of the dead, good or bad. To others it's a place for sinners. Or the realm of monsters. Be it a firey pit, a barren wasteland, or a series of caves, it's not a place for mortals to tread on their own. Perhaps you're a denizen of this space. Or you've ended up at the gates and you can't quite recall how. Or you're on a quest to save a loved one. Or you're hapless fool who read the wrong latin passage allowed and now you're trapped. No matter how you got there, good luck getting out. ♆ Post a top level with your character and canon. Include any preferences you may have. If you're feeling bold, write a starter! ♆ Tag around, make your own world. ♆ Please mark any potentially triggering content

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[turnanythingon]

[ After carefully lowering her to the pavement, he just...held her for a moment. He wanted to just take her back inside and make sure she stayed put. But he also didn't want to leave her alone. Some of the after effects couldn't be solved by medical professionals. ]

Right, as I was saying. There will be no cross country travel for you, if you can't stand on your own two feet.

[ He couldn't even try to make it sound like a joke. He both looked and sounded as if he were the one who'd fallen ill. ]

[devilsheel]

[ Was this a mistake? She could’ve just as easily left this to Constantine. When Lucifer had made the decision to return to hell, it had been for good reason. Unfortunately she was still hurting. Her head didn’t lift. ]

Dizzy spells pass. I’ll be fine.

[ Things could go her way if she kept her ground. She was stubborn for a reason. ]

[turnanythingon]

[ He just gave her a rather pointed look before adjusting the way he held her. He slid his arm between her and the backpack so it wouldn't fall off, then lifted her off the pavement with his other arm beneath her legs. She may as well have been made of feathers for how easily he moved. ]

Eventually, perhaps. But not yet. Now point me in the direction of your car, and we'll get you home. Where you're going to stay.

[devilsheel]

Parking lot B. Closest stall to the entrance.

[ Chloe wasn’t going to argue it. Not at this very moment. She would accept the carry to her car and the drive home. But what then after that? That wasn’t something she wanted to think about even if she’d thought about it for so long since he’d left her on the balcony at the penthouse. She was grateful for the short time she would have with him though because she knew that once this was taken care of, he would be returning to Hell and that would be that. ]

[turnanythingon]

[ It took a moment to orient himself, but he'd been her often enough before that he recalled vaguely were to go. His own thoughts were on a similar path to hers. Because while he wanted to keep her out of harm's way, and maintain his own invulnerability in the process, he didn't want to be away from her for that long. Especially since once this threat was over, he would have to return to hell. Making excuses to ensure the threat had been resolved would only last so long. But now that he was back, and had her in his arms...he dreaded the idea of returning.

But that was at least a few days away. He could put off thinking about it until later. Or never. Never was good.

Once he'd found the car, he set her down on her feet, keeping an arm around her shoulders because he very much doubted her ability to stand. ]

Now, are you going to allow me to drive, or do I have to frisk you for your keys?

[devilsheel]

[ His doubt was well placed. Chloe had to lean into him once her feet were on the ground again. She began patting her front pockets down to locate her keys, pulling on the key ring to tug them loose for him. ]

We can save the frisking for another day.

[ When they didn’t have important matters to tend to. When they weren’t acting like this was just another day on the job, only this time it included demons. ]

[turnanythingon]

Shame. I intended to be very thorough.

[ Some day they would get around to discussing just how many of their former cases involved demons, celestials, powerful artifacts, and other not-so-human elements. Or perhaps how many didn't when he was so sure they did.

He unlocked the car for her, and lingered far longer than necessary to make sure she got into the car without issue. Only once her door was shut did he move around to get behind the driver's seat. Making even more of a fuss than usual about how difficult it was to get behind the wheel after she'd been driving. ]

Between how you drive and how close you sit to the windscreen, I really do wonder if you're secretly an old woman and you've never told me.

[devilsheel]

Colour me surprised.

[ She rolled her eyes and couldn’t help it. They were back on the ol’ banter train; it was as if he’d never left and nothing had happened. Chloe had missed this, she’d missed it so much. She’d missed him. Lord, and that fussing...

Her seatbelt clicked in, her bag dumped at her feet. As long as he didn’t fuss too much with how she had her mirrors set up, this could be a smooth ride. ]

No wonder that charm and eye thing of yours never works on me—I’m too old to fall for that.