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Sometimes it was the gentle moments like this that make him dream for something that was soft and gentle in the hindsight of the turmoil that the two of them seemed to elude from every pore of their bones. He wished to crave it – he wished to hope for it and yet stopped himself from doing it everytime. He knew craving something was dangerous, a weakness he could not prohibit himself from wanting right now.

And yet the demon was the epitome of it and try as he may he could not shove that down to the dark recess of his mind. No matter how much he tried too. A eyebrow quirked at the others words as a small sliver of desire pooled through his veins with a slightly chuckle accompanying his actions. ❝ Haven’t you heard ACTIONS speak louder than words. ❞

_{these moments were getting rarer and rarer these days. when they came, it was everything he could have hoped for. yet, they always ended. ky never wanted to end, he never wanted to lose that small amount of gentleness in his life, and at the same time… he wanted to TEAR it all way. not due to the fact he disliked it, but rather… deep down… he didn’t DESERVE it.}

_{“do they now?” his lip twitched for a few moments as he made his way forward. getting close enough to wrap his arms around lucifer’s shoulders with a grin, “maybe you should SHOW me instead.”}

_{// @sorrowsfate​}