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“No, I just happened to find a few pieces of art that I liked and instead of just having them kept on a piece of paper that was sure to be eroded by time, I simply chose to immortalize them on my skin.”
“You like art?”
Lucifer nodded,
“I do. I am someone who that believes without art and the people who create those pieces then this world would be very very dull, I find it intriguing the way one can visualize something in their head and manifest it into existence, think even with your books all those words were once just an idea in someone’s head, images they would see playing out in their mind, it’s fascinating.”
Indeed it was.
“What about you?” He asked,
“What about me?”
“Do you like the arts as well?”
“I do, though I am a terrible artist, I used to enjoy writing a lot as a kid.”
Lucifer smirked,
“I bet you came up with some very interesting stories.”
“I did.”
I thought back to all those notebooks I filled out with countless stories and characters. Worlds that I had created in my head. Pages full of ideas that would never see the light of day.
“I would love to read one someday,” Lucifer whispered so softly as if he was confused by what he was saying.
“I don’t have any pieces.”
“Why?”
Lucifer’s grip tightened slightly around my hands,
“My mother wasn’t a fan of the arts so much, every notebook I had with my stories in them she threw away. Said I should be more focused on my studies than creating nonsense that no one would care about or get me anywhere.”
Lucifer’s gaze went cold for a brief moment,
“Tell me about your tattoos.”
Lucifer nodded toward my arms,
“Each piece tells a story, some good, some bad, but always with me.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as Lucifer looked at me. His eyes caressed the dark intricate art that decorated my arms, His gaze pausing at the Medusa tattoo on my hand. I shifted myself, trying to hide the piece that affected me so much. Lucifer looked back at me,
“Thank you for cleaning up the blood.” He said softly as he moved a piece of my hair over my shoulder,
“Of course.”
His hand grazed my cheek and for a brief moment, It wasn’t The Devil staring at me. It wasn’t the Prince of Darkness. It was just Lucifer. A man with dark hazel eyes, wavy black hair, and a smile that for some reason made my heart skip a beat. A man who knew what it was like to have everyone around you only see the bad in you and none of the good. For a moment it was just us.
The sound of Gabriel’s keys jilted us both up,
“Hey guys sorry I’m late I got held up-” Gabriel went silent as he saw Lucifer’s hand wrapped in the cloth,
“What the fuck happened?”
“Nothing, just an incident while training today,” I spoke quickly hoping Gabriel believed me. He probably didn’t but it was worth a shot. Gabriel glanced at Lucifer,
