#oc:lucifer

[esuterunokitsune]

Yeah

[hejanic]

Small art dump ^^

[bionic-penis]

Some assorted things I drew today (yesterday?) That maybe belong on the art blog but listen. Who cares?

[samandco]

Not 2 be weird but here's what the ocs smell like

Sam: cheap vanilla candles and clean laundry

Abe: fresh brewed coffee and new cars

Bethnael: metal and spearmint

Hugh: old church basement

Michael: a nice hotel and ice

Abaddon: fresh air and pine

Kushiel: bubblegum mint and rope

Uriel: saffron and old books

Gabriel: post office and vanilla

Cassiel: country home and stone

Zadkiel: lavender and other flowers

Raphael: plants and antiseptics

Lelial: fire and flowery perfumes

Sebastion: forest undergrowth and fresh bread

Azrael: rotting leaves and rain

Lucifer: hot summer night

Belial: tea and paper

Amor: flowers and linen

Rudy: salt and hay

Sariel: cheap leather and Old Spice

Isabela: iced coffee and a well lived in home

[hejanic]

“there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin…”

[hejanic]

Luci thru the years!! When they get cursed by Adam they get stress streaks in their hair but quickly dye it soon after the Fall (self care bby) 

[bionic-penis]

    There is an abandoned church hidden amongst the aftermath of a landslide, on the outskirts of the city. Lucifer finds peace there and soon, Azrael does as well. 

    The two of them sit amongst the dust bunnies and the rotting wood, talking about the latest schemes, gossip, and fashion. They look at each other too, stealing glances that they hope go unnoticed.

“Do you like anyone, Lucifer?” It slips quickly from Azrael’s mouth one day as they sit, hands fidgeting with the fraying edge of their robes.

Lucifer sits across from them, delicately peeling a large orange, but Azrael’s question stops them in their tracks. The smell of oranges fills the air. 

    “No.” The response is delayed and frantic. Lucifer was always a terrible liar. “Do you?”

    Azrael is quicker, braver, staring intensely at their friend as they reply. 

    “Yes.”

    Lucifer swallows hard and their hands resume their work, fingers pulling a bit more aggressively at the peel of the orange. They become concerned with all the stringy details. They do not look up. They do not face Azrael. 

    “What’s their name?” Lucifer asks finally, when they’re sectioning the orange off to be shared. They hand the bigger half to the other. 

    Azrael looks at Lucifer and smiles. 

[bionic-penis]

i cherish. i hold.