FLUFF
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An astounded smile never left your lips, it only grew with time as you sat watching your ghoul strum a melody so sickly sweet it hurt.
His voice entered your ears and flipped your mood like a switch, sending you into a state of quietude. You could listen to the hum of his love all night; the moment couldn't die out, only fuel it.
A breath of air left your mouth whilst you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.
Intense pressure lifted off of your shoulders so slowly it felt almost nonexistent. You sometimes wondered if he carried a gift within him. It was so small, so sheltered. Though that only made it all the more seminal.
Something as simple as his touch or the glint of his eye shining into yours, or just the sound of his lyrical tone sifting between silent air and the soft strum of acoustic ballad.
He always possessed the ability to lift you up, far enough to just graze the glowing summit of serene.
The vibrations you've began to succumb to stopped. You lifted your head in slight confusion.
His arms extended out towards you, showcasing the sun-kissed guitar. "Sing one you know."
You let out a laugh and shook your head. "You know I can't sing." You said.
"Oh but I know you can play." He reprimanded, a smirk appearing on his face. One that you just couldn't bare uttering no to.
His blue eyes tinged a bright pigmentation as the sunlight beamed upon him, revealing the golden stipples drooping away from his pupil so elegantly, so ethereal.
You wanted to reach out and feel him, feel his warm skin against yours. Just to confirm that this ghoul wasn't a fey mirage.
You grabbed the guitar neck, "Okay, just once."
The guitarist grinned, causing a smile of your own to appear across your own features as you set the guitar in your lap.
You stared off into space, quickly thinking up a song to sing to your ghoul.
A hum ringed in your throat as an idea came to mind.
You turned your attention back to the guitar, your hand hovering over the strings.
Ifrits eyes flowed over your body like a gentle stream, you could feel it. Admiration. It only piped up your confidence a notch.
Your fingers began to lightly brush against the hard steel, left hand holding a chord position. Mumbled words started out lacking audibility, though it progressively gained volume.
"My love, are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
I have no time for confession
For I'm too busy committing sins
My love, you're something special
I've never met someone like you
You'd make me fall from heaven
But I know just what I do."
You sung low, though it was just enough to hear.
Ifrits asure pools were hidden from you, but the more lyrics you sang, the more sparkle he gained in his eyes. You aren't aware of how grand his love was for you. The pinnacle of arder is held in the heart. Most people would argue that a creature such as him would lack a heart. But right now his was overflowing, bursting with compassion and feel.
He couldn't help but allow a smile to fall across his lips. Those words were directed towards himself, and he knew it.
Your lovely timbre had been for him, all for him.
All for your devil.
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