💋...
Send 💋 to catch my muse under the mistletoe!
A warm smile as the flustered supreme primarch joins Lucifer under the mistletoe. Lucifer gently brushes the messy tresses from Sandalphon’s face before his palm comes to rest against his cheek.
For a moment, as he gazes fondly into Sandalphon’s eyes, Lucifer forgets that there are others watching. His attention is entirely on Sandalphon, as if the world is just the two of them, and no one else.
Perhaps this is the kind of thing he’s always wanted.
Lucifer leans down and presses his lips to Sandalphon’s in a soft, light kiss. He speaks when he pulls away again, though their lips are barely millimeters apart.
“As mortals say...”
“‘Merry Christmas,’ Sandalphon.”










