#loreleixgrimm

T) What are you looking forward to?

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Completely engrossed in the melody neatly intertwining with the heavy beat currently blasting through her ear-plugs. She wasn’t the type to be afraid of ruining her ear drums; she’d probably worn them out by now anyway. Her steps would look inconsistent to on-lookers as she tried to memorize the dance steps to the song while making her way through the seemingly endless corridors of their academy, her lithe frame doing small, barely even noticeable movements in an attempt to force her muscles to remember the steps.

While not paying attention as she rounded a corner, she ran straight into the front of another student, her impact having them both topple over and sprawled out on the hard surface of the floor. Luckily being the one on top, she sat herself up to identify who she so rudely knocked over and the moment she recognized him, she pulled out one of the plugs numbing her hearing. “Just my fucking luck, huh?” With her nose crinkled up in a display of her disgust, she kicked herself off the male’s body. “Why the hell are you everywhere, Wilson?” 

Lucifer wasn’t prone to falling on his ass. Granted, he could be clumsy, but he wasn’t clumsy enough to fall over just by rounding a corner. The reason for his ass screaming for mercy (Jinx could do a better job, though) was as surprising as being on the floor in the first place. He grinned almost instantly – a normal response in these kinds of situations. “Ohoho~ I love girls who’re comfortable being on top.”

27. Is repeat sex without emotional attachment possible for you?

28. Besides family, who in this world are you closest to?

[ ★ ] She intently followed his movements as he spoke; scanning his features with a weak smirk playing on her lips. Sure, she should probably feel terrible being hit by his harsh words - but then again, she never seemed to feel pity towards the boy she’d once called her favorite toy. Though, somewhat startled by his sudden intimacy, it only brought out a half-hearted chuckle out of her as she walks her fingers up the length of his chest. “Cesare, Cesare, little Cesare,” she whispered, accompanying it with a small click of her tongue. “Don’t blame me for your fucked up ways - that part is all on you.”

The familiar heat of his body this close to her own was somewhat intoxicating and the words of her conquest rolling off his tongue did nothing for it either. “You’re hot when you’re confessing your hatred towards me,” she’s unable to suppress the little laugh that had threatened to escape for a while. “But all in all, Stark - you should thank me. If I hadn’t broken your brittle little heart, somebody else would’ve. This is how the world goes around, you see. One person stepping on the other.” Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she juts out her lower lip into a mocking pout. “You were just weak enough to let it break you.”