" even the roses are frozen . "
i can’t stop thinking of that one hamilton lyric. ll accepting.
“I’m amazed that the pot hasn’t shattered, honestly.”
Warmth flooded her lungs with another sharp inhale, nicotine suffusing tenderly through her body. Though a pale shadow of the intoxication his voice offered, she reveled in it all the same. Gardens, cigarettes, and the lull of Lucifer’s voice. This would be the stuff of rumors if they were not careful.
Flicking ash away from her smoke, watching the specks drift into the snow and burrow into it, she was swiftly left without distraction. Her attention turned instead to the Fallen one at her side, ever so sharp, eternally beautiful. Missed opportunities flickered through her thoughts as they always did.
“Don’t tell me the festivities became too much for you, Morningstar.” She grinned into the admonishment, barbed wire blossoming before her. One misstep, and he might yet see her shredded by her careless tongue. The Devil was a gentleman, but even he had limits.
But he had such a way of knocking loose the bricks that made up her walls.
“Or did you mean to babysit me? I know – I went missing, and you feared for the sanctity of your perch. Why, I might have crept upon her and banged out a showtune.” And she lowers her head, sardonic tone slinking back in her mouth.
“I won’t ruin your evening like that. I am only here for drink and company, and whatever songs you would grace us with.”