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Eun-chae’s phone displayed the time almost mockingly, each passing minute sending her gaze to the door. She’d been lounging on the chaise for what felt like forever, watching some re - run of a drama to distract herself from the fact that Jihyun had not yet come home. The dinner arranged on their dining room table had long gone cold, so she took to nursing the bottle of wine they were to share together. 

She was swirling around glass number three, about to witness the moment where the two characters in the drama confessed their love when the sound of the door opening startled her enough that she spilled the wine on her nice, white blouse. No matter -- the annoyance was soon overtaken with RELIEF that he’d come home, all bright eyes and warm smile. 

❛ my drinking has nothing to do with this, you know.  ❜ 

she tells him with her matter of fact voice, as tired and weary as she feels in that moment with barely an edge of bite too it. it’s a truth that she knows with every single strand of her being -- the woman is nearly always drunk no matter the time, whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or night you could always say that she was drinking something. it wasn’t a healthy vice, no and there were people who could drink daily without ever dipping their toes into the pool she was effectively drowning in but her misery far outweighed her rational mind these days. 

that’s why she’s even there in the first place. she knows that, no matter what time it is or what the reason may be, that if she needs help that she can come to jumin. it stems back to when they were younger, when they were just teenagers trying to figure out what their families wanted and what expectations the world held for them. they’d sneak away to the rooftop and stare at the sky and wonder what it felt like to be somewhere else, somewhere away from all the people that caused them pain .

but now they were adults and they were still very much in the situations that had been created for them -- with a glaring exception, she wasn’t the prima ballerina she thought she’s always be but a police detective with a chip on her shoulder. what a life. 

“fucking --” the curse slips past her lips as she feels his rough hands against her not so delicate shoulder and immediately she whips her hand out to deliver a blow to his thigh -- the nearest thing to her. god damn....did he always have to be an asshole? “I’m going to drown you and that damn cat if you do that again....I can get away with murder I know all the tricks!” she warns him, lips pursing in something that almost looked like a pout.

“and don’t call me that.” 

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   Here  it  is  only  Dantalion  and  him,  the  doors  are  closed  for  any  others  to  visit.  He  does  not  want  any  other’s  presence,  but  Dantalion’s  he  welcomes  if  only  in  silence.  Yet  now  gold  eyes  are  fixated  with  rare  curiosity  as  the  dark  haired  demon  moves  towards  him,  drawing  closer  without  utterance  of  a  word.

   For  once,  Lucifer  is  left  CURIOUS  to  the  other’s  goal.  How  fascinating  to  feel.

   The  answer  does  not  disappoint  him  either,  when  lips  are  pressed  against  the  emperor’s  lips  in  a  move  so  daring  he  doubts  any  other  would  dare  even  THINK  about  such  an  act.  To  kiss  the  lips  of  an  angel,  fallen  or  otherwise;  to  kiss  the  EMPEROR  OF  HELL.  It’s  reckless  and  daring  and  risky.

   And  approved.

   Golden  eyes  shut,   a  slim  hand  raising  to  gently  cradle  Dantalion’s  cheek,  then  sliding  back  to  curl  in  soft  hair  as  he  leans  to  it.  White  wings  ruffle  and  flutter  some  unconsciously,  further  evidence  he  accepts  the  action  as  if  the  returned  kiss  wasn’t  enough  evidence  of  it.  The  sensation  of  touch  is  strange,  a  faint  memory,  something  he  knew  of  only  from  before  his  fall.  Otherwise,  he  had  known  it  rarely  since.  Until  Dantalion.

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