✵ ✵ @lilithishome fell.
⁝ ▹ HIS eyes, dark and cold, look over the blackgrove forest. He feels something unsettle him, somewhere deep within his chest. He’s unused to feeling like this exactly – but he has a job to do: collect a raven’s feathers and bring them to the designated drop off area. It’s easy enough, though he wishes he could keep an eye on his brothers instead.
Lucifer feels uneasy as he walks, and though his eyes are narrowed and he’s paying close attention to all that’s around him he still is surprised when he hears something close by. He sighs and whips around, arms crossed as he tries to find the source.
“Are you trying to sneak up on me?”
The offender of eyes did not come from the front. It did not come from the sides, nor bursting forth from the ground. No..
It came from above! A weight of a person dropped down onto his shoulders and an achingly familiar, but oh so long since the brother had heard it filled the air!! A curtain of brown covered his sight for a moment.
"Oh Luci! Stop being such a fuss pot. I can't belie you can't tell it's me following you all this time.
And oh lord, that nickname. That nickname!!
There were far and few who used such a name on the brother!!
