You’re keeping the giggles confined to your chest, though there’s no way the two on the ground would hear over Diavolo’s laughter. “You didn’t—”
“Shh.” Barbatos is watching intently, eyes glittering, and points once more into the garden.
This time, the prince catches Lucifer about the waist, and your breath stills. They’re looking at each other, just staring, and though you can’t see their expressions, can’t read their eyes, you can feel it—lighthearted tenderness, hesitation, tension pulled taut as a wire—
Lucifer looks away, murmuring something like thank you as he steps from Diavolo’s half-embrace. And just like that, the wire is cut; the moment falls away, and their walk is as before. Of course, this time, one does pay a bit more attention to the path beneath his feet, and the other…
You shrink back, anticipating the prince’s gaze, but Barbatos remains still for a moment longer, a small, wickedly amused smile on his mouth.
-- Lachesis, Part III
I am so excited about this piece that I can't deal. I've been looking at it all day... this is, of course, a commission from the wonderful @moinstar, and they did such a fantastic job illustrating this scene. If you get the opportunity, you absolutely should commission them; they're brilliant to work with.
The scene in question is from one of my fics, an mc/Barbatos piece but written from second person.
