For the FF WIP game: star, heart, breath (or breathe if you happen to have that instead). ā„
āLook, thereās the Big Dipper!ā Natalie exclaimed, pointing up at the stars. Lucifer followed her gaze, then laughed under his breath.
Reaching up, he grabbed her hand, and guided her finger quite a ways to the left.Ā
āNo, thatās the Big Dipper,ā he said, turning his head to look at her from his spot beside her on the blanket.
With the dark pieces of his background sheās gleaned, she finds it easier to be sympathetic to the frequency of his ups and downs, though that doesnāt make them any less frustrating.Ā
But the more time they spend together, the more she warms towards him, too. His sullenness is endearing at times, and she catches herself provoking him into teasing her so she can watch the way his bright eyes dance with mirth. When his gaze lingers a little too long, she makes sure to return the look in kind. When itās his touch, she leans into it and hopes that he canāt tell that sheās holding her breath, or how her heart stumbles over its rhythm.
His breath was hot on her skin, and she couldnāt help but shiver at his nearness, at the way they fit together.Ā
Creator, did he know? Did he know how close she was to being undone by him?