Refuge

[7twistedwishes]

Her room.

616.

Weyland is tugged inside and the door closes, cutting off the noises, scents and lights of the Bar. In the almost complete darkness, there is Lucifer, her presence, her perfume.

Comments

[mechanicalswans]

"That's all they do," he says. "Waste what they have, covet what they do not have, fight over what they do not deserve. All they have ever done."

[7twistedwishes]

"And once in a while one rises above the mud, and wanders alone until the otehrs pull him down."

"Sad." She moves, and kisses Weyland. "But, a worry for another time."

[mechanicalswans]

"There are no worries left," he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. "The worst that could happen has already happened. It can only get better from here."

[7twistedwishes]

Her Nature would demand she changed his mind. Tormented, taunted and teased.

Good thing she is not compelled to do so now: Lucifer can nods, hold her... special friend, close, and soothe him. Tomorrow will bring change, whether they wish it or not, and hopefully the changes will be for Weyland's benefit.