𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

yearly visit.

Lucifer's hair is just as golden and just as luminous as Adam remembers, all those thousands of years back in the garden. The first time he ever opened his eyes, he saw the angel, glowing as if from within, sneering down at him.

"What's wrong with it?"

And that moment forward, Adam was completely and hopelessly enamored.

Except now, his mask prevents him from feeling anything as he nuzzles his face into Lucifer's head, inhaling deeply. He doesn't need to feel anything to imagine how soft it is, he remembers as if it were yesterday. It was softer than anything he's touched, even to this day. Nothing can rival angel's hair; silken and ethereal. Adam used to be so jealous of it, not that he would admit that.

But now, Lucifer's hair smells like burnt smoke. If it weren't for his mask, he's sure his eyes would water at the sharp scent. But the sting of Lucifer's fallen scent that was once so jarring, now made his heart skip a beat. A damn, god awful Pavlovian response.

"My, clingy this time, are we now?"

Lucifer's voice breaks Adam out of his reminiscing, and he groans, squeezing his eyes shut and holding Lucifer tighter. He regrets doing so as soon as he hears a snicker. He sighs, then lifts his face from Lucifer's hair and stares at the ceiling.

It's like this every year. Adam sneaks away during the yearly extermination and seeks Lucifer out. Like a weak, hopeless moth to a hot, deadly flame.

Lucifer barely reaches his collarbones wearing his heels, a fact Adam can't help but rub in Lucifer's face now - Oh, how the tables have turned - although Lucifer only ever, infuriatingly, raises an eyebrow at his teasing. Despite Adam's insults and every attempt to belittle Lucifer, it never seems to affect him. He always hated (adored) how full of himself Lucifer was. And back then, Adam fell for the hype. Clung to his every word as Lucifer sung praise of himself. Even after everything, Lilith, Eve, the apple, Adam thinks he might, just maybe, still believe him.

They say you never get over your first love, right? Or is it that love makes you stupid? They say that, too, don't they... But Adam's not in love. As if.

"What's wrong, darling?"

God, Lucifer was so fucking annoying.

"I fucking hate you."

"Now, we both know that's a lie. It's a sin to lie, Adam."

He snorts. "Nah, I'm telling the truth."

Lucifer takes a step back, his feet together and standing tall, well, as tall as he can, and levels Adam with a look. Adam frowns and shifts under the gaze. Lucifer still knows how to make him feel small so effortlessly.

"What?"

Lucifer doesn't answer. He takes Adam's hand and leads him to sit down on the chaise. It's stupid and red and velvet and tacky. Just like the rest of the room. Adam runs his gloved hand over the fabric and watches the lines his fingertips leave behind as he drags them back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth, back and--

"Adam." Lucifer places his hand over his. Great, he's looking at him like he wants to laugh at an amusing child. He looks down at their hands and sees the ring on Lucifer's finger. Golden and taunting, just like everything else about him. Adam pulls his hand away and places it on his lap. He will not fiddle with his robes. Instead he fiddles with his own ring finger, touching at an imaginary ring that isn't there. Smooth.

"Adam."

"What? Oh my god, what?"

Lucifer leans in and walks his fingers up his arm to his shoulder, then flicks the edge of his mask. "Are you going to take this off for me?"