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[dev1l]

✦ 𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | always accepting. ✦

@vagg1e ➝ oh it's bad. this attempt at making a duck , it's ... it's really something. charlie was the creative one of the pair , vaggie was only creative when it came to sharp objects & murder. but her girlfriend had insisted he'd love it , so after being all but pushed by her -- vaggie's standing right in-front of lucifer himself with a little poorly made clay duck. happy father's day !

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊. once, twice, as a small-scale mound of terracotta settled tenderly in the palm of lucifer's hand. though the occasion had been lost, adrift in distinction to his train of thought, the kinship of it's silhouette is not lost upon the fallen angel's recollection, the dips & contours engraved in his soul. a... duck? no doubt! and yet, the king himself winces at the sight. facial features askew in a stiff smile, a slight twitch in the corner of his eye. it's... quite the sight indeed...

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❝ 𝔚ell now ! this is... something... surely. surely something ! uh-huh ! i can see the, uhhh... ❞ sharpened points gently grip & raise the mound of clay up near yellow hues, rotating the craft project left to right. a survey of some sorts. within closer inspection, lucifer's strained smile falters briefly ( of which he's quick to properly & promptly rearrange ) the pottery proves to be moreso rough-hewn. lumps & bumps ever so present up-close. ❝ ℜesemblance. it's there ! and it is something. thank you, maddie - VAGGIE. vaggie. i'll cherish it forever. ❞

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[dev1l]

✦ 𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | always accepting. ✦

@roya1ty ➝ "Dad !" the little goat jumped onto lucifer hugging him tightly " im so glad you are here."

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 time had always been fickle in recognition. slipped amidst the spaces of the fallen angel's fingers alike grit in the curvature of the hourglass. his signatory appearance is an organized disarray. sleeves of chiffon wad at the crook of his lean arms, the ivory colors of his tophat & tailcoat a stark contrast against the rich shade of ruby, a bundle of silk & exorbitant fabric of worsted wool laid finely atop silk sheets next to an meticulous arrangement of portraits. a dull beat indistinction to the thick heel of his boots against the plush fibers of the carpet below, pacing to-&-fro, wall to wall. mapping out the potential locations for each frame with his thumb.

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 behind that door had fallen on deaf ears. the crack of said door colliding against the opposing wall being the reality check necessary to remind lucifer of his surroundings, although the resounding contact should be boisterous & alerting, the most of which he could muster was a simple crane of his neck. brow arched, rogue hues cast over to the bustling form that swiftly made haste towards him. a flurry of motion that enveloped his frame with a firm compress. inverted sclera's squint, a momentary glare at the pair of arms that confine him, afore averting his gaze to the culprit of his confinement. a soft smile etches across features once eyes are met with those beautiful doe eyes of his kin.

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❝ 𝔎iddo... you didn't really think i wasn't going to come back, did you ? after all the hard work we put into fixing up the place ? now that would've been a waste of materials ! ahaaa... ❞ pointed teeth grit, a flinch at his poor choice of words. poor taste, poor timing. the length of silence that sauntered in pursuit of his bodily cringe, though brief in time, weighed heavy on narrow shoulders. a stifling ambience that he's quick to dismiss with an emphasized cough to clear his throat & a firm pat against the arms that encircle him before breaching from the embrace. ❝ ℜight ! anyhoo. i had to, uh... sort out the estate ! a tasking job of it's own, but someone's gotta do it, eh ? i couldn't just leave the place to fend for itself ! it has been in the family for eons after all... and, i maaaay have left behind a few essential items of mine. ❞ with that, lucifer securely seizes her hand, practically dragging charlie to the assortment of portraits set upon his bed.

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