Something has changed.
And I'm going to find out what it is.
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(Y/n) lies awake all night, waiting for the endless sinking feeling in her stomach to hit a non-existent bottom.
The longer she waits, the more she thinks about the genuine smile that had painted his face while he looked at her: fondness melted over his dark eyes, the corners crinkling happily. In that moment, the connection he'd buried away sent her a signal... A desperate signal.. A cry for help.
He's lonely.
He's broken.
He's guilty.
Lucifer is the enemy.
The demon who held her like she was the sun to his shattered universe. The one who gazed at her with eyes full of cryptic love, who saw through her vengeful facade, who fears attachment and yet craves company.
He is the enemy.
It is foolish to believe in the temporary.
Yesterdays Lucifer... that was one side to the many faces he revolves between.
But that's just it.
That side was him.
Even if she might walk into the dining room and find he's forgotten that night, forgotten himself, she'll remember.
How can he be the enemy to a story he's a victim of?
Ruthless, cold and tactile, the kind of character that lurks among the shadows but shines under the spotlight. He treated her like the bane of his existence, belittled her, and failed to respect or even acknowledge her intelligence
But at the same time, he's scared
Of both himself and her
And this concept we call feeling, that can bring about both destruction and happiness.
If he did see her - her genius and cunning, her entrancing, mysterious eyes, and her sweet, genuine smile - he couldn't hold back.
Playing the side character is this painstakingly slow-burn story wouldn't be enough.
He'd want her.
Need her.
He is more than what meets the eye.
He is far deeper than face value.
Now she's seen the overwhelming darkness she cannot fault his empty heart, or blame him for having the nerve to look at her with those eyes... crushed eyes that had somehow perfectly reflected hers, mirroring a fear she herself was at the mercy of, a fear she knew all too well.
Loneliness.
It's a curse, a disease.
Remorselessly, it devours a person, changing them. Long-term loneliness is an ailment no medicine can cure, and for her, it is a memory locked away, suppressed into a distant corner of her mind.
Every now and then, it crawls out to remind her..
She is a broken lens
While people are colours.
There was a time she could see colours clear as day. She still vaguely remembers the worlds splendour a little after she'd received her black soulmate thread, the eventful time before her life fell apart.
She remembers the burning, bright colours of towering green trees in summer
The distant chirping of blue, yellow and white birds in spring.
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Obey me! Lucifer X Reader
RomanceSOULMATE AU { A story where your soulmate is classically determined by a red thread tied to one of your fingers. } There was never a 'we', it was always a mere 'you' and 'I'. Don't act like you and I were close, like either of us was ever happy...
