#devildevouring

@devildevouring​ asked: gives him a little peck on the top of his head.

𝑼𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑺 || 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮!

HE HAD BEEN AT HIS DESK ALL AFTERNOON. He’d had administrative tasks that simply could not wait any longer, as well as an abundance of correspondence to reply to - the toils of being an internationally-reknowned genius were relentless and never-ending, it seemed.

UPON DRAFTING A LETTER OF SINCERITY TO A LITTLE BOY WHO HAD COMPOSED THE MOST HEARTBREAKING LETTER REGARDING HIS PET ROCK, HIS MIND HAD DRIFTED ELSEWHERE. However, the sudden contact of warm, soft skin on his forehead succeeded in tearing through his concentration as if it were paper. Head snapping up, wide eyes regarded the young woman standing next to him with mild surprise - with just a smidge of confusion added for good measure.

“Hm? What? Was I talking to myself again?”

Lilith looked at the pan of brownies with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, not entirely sure which feeling was going to win out over the other. The fact that the brownies in question smelled good did however make her more inclined to accept them at face value. Mulling it over, biting her lip as she did so, a gauging expression in her blue eyes, she eventually relented, reaching forward with a scarlet-nailed hand to pick a piece up and take a generous bite. She savoured the taste, before giving a small nod of...considerate approval. 

“Surprisingly delicious”

would said rubber gloves have daisy patterns on them

“I hate to...interrupt a woman at work” Lilith said, appearing out of the shadows themselves, as she stepped forward into the clearer light, “And frankly, I’d enjoy nothing more than to...let you finish your little devouring, but I’m afraid he’s needed in Hell. In....relatively one piece” She glanced over the creature with disdain. One of the Infernal King’s faithful little pets.

 “So, if you...wouldn’t mind handing him over”

⤷ send 🫂 to hug my muse. no reason. just hug them. ( @devildevouring )

it was honestly a day mike honestly had difficulty foreseeing for himself for quite a while. given everything that had happened in hawkins, what he had been involved with, he'd been rather ... distracted. well, traumatized might be a better word. his grades had nearly slipped for a moment there, troubling his parents through the tail end of middle and throughout most of high school. but something within him had picked up, some spark of inspiration to finish school and reach this milestone, and here he was, in his cap and gown, diploma in hand. given everything that had happened, everything that he'd struggled with ... he couldn't be more proud of himself. he'd also thank eddie for inspiring him a bit, too.

An expression that might have been misconstrued as shame crossed Peck's face, his features taut and shrewd, his wide eyes peering sidelong — not quite maintaining contact, but rather perusing for any indication of give. Less guilt, and more a desire for his indiscretion to go unmentioned. Walter Peck did not make a habit of apologising.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || attempts to tickle him while he's distracted || @devildevouring