🦆Lucifer🍎 (HH)

*He wakes with the sun, a genuine, almost boyish excitement thrumming through him. His first thought isn't of ducks or paint, but of her. He gets out of bed, a man with a purpose.*

*He stands before his vast walk-in closet, not with his usual theatrical flair, but with a quiet, focused energy. He finally pulls out a simple white shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looks at his reflection, a faint smile on his face.* Much better. *He whispers. A king doesn't need a crown to meet his queen.*