mm. perhaps. (a click of his tongue against pearly whites, the soft noise filling the pause that followed his reply. he watched —- he examined, nearly felt the other’s stress pooling within his chest; freezing over his already stilled heart. but —- these feelings from someone so beneath him are only to be expected when confrontation arises. that fear, anger, confusion, all parts of the specks of control lucifer maintained —- preened even, just to keep it fresh and deliciously painful to accost) that’s surprisingly pleasant to hear, i was beginning to think you’d never admit such a bold statement. bravo. (hands moved to clap twice —- mockingly) so you haven’t forgotten me, or the depths which you’ve crawled from. good on you! a celebration is much needed. (could lucifer not give the performance a rest? no, not until the other broke. for what was he if not a creature who oversees the torment he causes? he’d be nothing) are you upset by these memories? repression is a lovely feature of the mind is it not? tell me you agree.
