" nothing elegant, but it ought to do the trick. "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ -- 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 જ⁀➴ accepting.
𝕮 › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧ 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔. it was one of the first things charlie noticed about her father, the care he showed the sinners in spite of himself. even after he closed the circus, even after he locked the palace doors ⅋ the exterminations began, the gloves remained.
ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤright now they're slung over his shoulder as porcelain hands assist her own in drawing out ancient symbols in a ring around her ... ( their? ) new home.
ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛ Thanks, dad. ❜❜ㅤㅤshe mumbles, still sheepish in spite of everything. the princess watches her father connect their two drawings in a large, sweeping circle as she leans back on her haunches. angelic fire 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 from the chalk lines, signaling the completion of the ward.
ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤshe doesn't ask if it's safe for sinners, though the question itches anxiously in her throat. as lucifer slides his gloves back into place, she knows she doesn't need to.








