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Picture Prompt Meme

the picture prompt meme
I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
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You don't get jealous, remember? I'm sure you're not jealous that he's spent more time with me here than you have. Or that I've been playing pretend with him more than I have with you. That would be ridiculous.
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Have you never felt jealous before? Or do you just not know what it is?
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[He laughed, because really, Chloe. Him? Jealous? King of hell? Please. Though, her question did make him look back up at her.]
Why do you keep asking that?
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[ She came to a stop in front of him, one of her legs bumping against one of his. ]
Because I know what jealousy feels like and you reacted like a jealous person earlier.
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What have I to be jealous of?
[The way he asked it, the inflection in his voice made it sound as if he was genuinely asking her. He looked confused, uncertain for one of the few times in his long life, and it was all because of her.]
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She found herself looking down at him, meeting his eyes as she took in the look he was giving her. Confusion was rare for him and she found herself surprised once more as she shook her head slightly. ]
I don't know, Lucifer. You don't think I'm yours, do you?
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[It was on the tip of his head to say no, but then he took the time to actually think about it. Maze calling her his 'pet' detective, the way he felt when someone slighted her. His irritation at her ex and that surge of... well, he didn't know exactly what it was, but he'd wanted to cause Henry pain for daring to touch her.
Maybe it was more than his physical mortality that was changing. Why the hell wasn't Linda here?]
That's a silly question.
[Only because he didn't want to answer it.]
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If you can't answer it, I'm going to assume you do think that.
[ She looked surprised by it, not even able to reach a point of anger or frustration over it when it was so ridiculous.
He had no reason to think about her like that. As far as she could tell, he didn't think of anyone like that, save for Maze. ]
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[A valid point, and one he hoped might shift the conversation. His hand, however, was still on her leg, and his thumb brushed a slow circle against her skin.]
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[ Her gaze remained fixed on him as she moved, shifting her other foot enough that both of her legs were meeting his - one on the outside of his leg while the other was between his. ]
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[She wasn't moving away and he found he liked that. He wanted to tug her closer, hell, to pull her onto his lap, but he never knew what to do with her. How to get her to do what he wanted, what she wanted but refused to admit.]
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[ Sliding down into his lap was tempting. Nudging her knees into the space on either side of his thighs and settling on him was something she considered for a few moments, a thought she wasn't planning to act on despite liking the hand resting on her leg and the closeness she'd initiated. ]
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[Said as a correction more than pride or gloating, his eyes flicking down over her, watching something in her own look that tempted him. He gave a testing tug on her leg, curious about whether he could change her mind or not.]
Does the why matter? I still don't know the whys of a lot of new changes, Detective. You made me bleed. That hasn't happened before. Can you tell me the why of that?
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The why always matters. If I could figure out why my shot hurt you and the other ones didn't, I would. Just like I'd figure out why you're acting like you're getting attached to me.
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[She moved forward and he felt that skip in his pulse. His other hand moved to set his glass on the side table, the hand on her leg tugging her a little closer, body shifting so that his lap was wide open as a place to continue this conversation.]
I do get attached to people, Chloe. My fondness for Delilah was what started this whole thing, yes? I'm not without feeling, thank you.
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[ Her eyes dropped to his lap as she felt him move, the tug leading her to rest her knee against the chair. It took a moment before she moved closer, her knee coming to rest beside his leg as she lifted her other leg to settle on his opposite side. She came to rest on his lap, her hands resting on the arms of the chair rather than on him. ]
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Of course it was. She used to work for me. You, on the other hand... your imperviousness to me makes you different by that alone, but if you think it's just that-- it's not. You're different. Much more interesting. It doesn't hurt that you're incredible in bed.
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Have you ever had romantic feelings for anybody, Lucifer?
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[ She leaned forward, lifting her arms so she could drape them over his shoulders as she looked his face over, the look on her own more thoughtful than anything else. ]
I want to figure out why somebody who claims he just does lust gets jealous over one touch.
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Because he doesn't deserve to touch you. I would have thought that obvious.
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[ Even she could admit she preferred his touch doing the same thing, though she contributed that to Henry being a murderer. ]
What if it was someone I wanted to touch me. Are you telling me you wouldn't be jealous then?
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Who do you want touching you? Don't tell me it's your weaselly ex. I would have thought that ship had sailed and you'd come to your senses.
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If I decided to see someone, I mean. Or would that bother you, too? Me dating someone.
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