.... Look let's admit by now that I am easy for tropes and there is very few I would NOT write. That said, amnesia is another I'd want an actual idea for, rather than just having a desperate desire to write the trope.
That said: I don't think I could do justice to the ridiculous fic that is "Lucifer gets cartoonishly whacked on the head, gets amnesia, and the carnival has to sitcomishly run on around him for a night while he does something utterly ridiculous", but damn do I want it now. Here is about as much of that premise that I think I can ever manage.
The Ticket-Keeper gets down on one knee next to Lucifer's nearly-still body, tuning out the expressions of fear and worry going on behind him and particularly, pointedly ignoring the Scorpion's intermittent wails of "he walked into it!"
The master is still breathing, and that is at least a relief. The Ticket-Keeper touches his shoulder, and is rewarded with Lucifer's eyelids flickering.
"Sire?" he says quietly, but it still brings all the activity behind him to a halt, the carnival breathlessly waiting for the punishment sure to come. "Are you all right?"
"Hmmm?" Lucifer's eyes take a moment to focus on him, and an exaggerated frown crosses his face -- at least, compared to the amount of expression he'd usually give at a time like this. The less he shows his aggravation or frustration, the more terror his anger holds for everyone else. "Why am I on the floor? Who are you?"
Amnesia and the Carnival
That said: I don't think I could do justice to the ridiculous fic that is "Lucifer gets cartoonishly whacked on the head, gets amnesia, and the carnival has to sitcomishly run on around him for a night while he does something utterly ridiculous", but damn do I want it now. Here is about as much of that premise that I think I can ever manage.
The Ticket-Keeper gets down on one knee next to Lucifer's nearly-still body, tuning out the expressions of fear and worry going on behind him and particularly, pointedly ignoring the Scorpion's intermittent wails of "he walked into it!"
The master is still breathing, and that is at least a relief. The Ticket-Keeper touches his shoulder, and is rewarded with Lucifer's eyelids flickering.
"Sire?" he says quietly, but it still brings all the activity behind him to a halt, the carnival breathlessly waiting for the punishment sure to come. "Are you all right?"
"Hmmm?" Lucifer's eyes take a moment to focus on him, and an exaggerated frown crosses his face -- at least, compared to the amount of expression he'd usually give at a time like this. The less he shows his aggravation or frustration, the more terror his anger holds for everyone else. "Why am I on the floor? Who are you?"