not 2 be a broken record, but they’ll all be somewhat like this, so usually pretty short/i’m not spending much time on it. i’ll read the info you’ve given me and write something based off of that!
oc batch owners: Amaris / Neri / Aurelie
AMARIS
The first time it happens, Lucifer does not even realize he’s pocketed the stone until he stumbles upon it later that evening, safe in the privacy of his bedroom. It sits on his desk for two days, save for the moments where he holds it up to his desk lamp to let the light shine through it, sparkling like the smallest star.
Realistically, he knows it holds no monetary value. It’s the Devildom equivalent of molten sea glass, smoothed and shined over thousands of years by the magma lakes of one of the seven circles. He pictures her hands, however, pink tongue peeking from her lips in concentration as she delicately twines metal over precious stone.
He resolves to give it to her the next morning, and absolutely does not hold it in his hand long enough to let it warm by his palm.
“Amaris,” he says when they bump into each other in the hall before the dining room, and her eyes light up when she realizes that he’s speaking to her.
She is still shaking off the grogginess, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Amaris’ confusion quickly turns to delight at the press of the rock into her palm, and Lucifer can hear the hitch in her breath when his fingers skim against her skin.
“Lucifer! This is beautiful.” She brings the stone to the light, peering at it.
NERI
Humans will always be fascinating specimens. They can adapt to almost anything, even being dropped into an entire culture they are completely new to. Diavolo is not so out of touch that he would invalidate the sheer surprise of being thrust into the Devildom as a simple bout of “culture shock”, but...
Neri hums idly as she scribbles notes on the papers, hand on her cheek tapping a rhythm that Diavolo can’t hear. She seems to be doing just fine. Diavolo smiles. As if feeling someone’s gaze on her, Neri blinks up from her report and catches his eyes. A human might have looked away in shame. A shy or weaker devil might have as well. Diavolo is a prince, and has no such inclinations.
If anything, his audacity and his smile grow, and he winks.
The blush that blossoms across her features is entirely worth it.
AURELIE
Asmo slips the bookmark into the pages just as she’s about to turn to the next one, and she jolts, staring up at him with her lips parted.
“Asmo? Wh--” she begins, but Asmo has one finger pressed against his own lips, cutting her off with a mischievous look in his eyes. Taking advantage of her surprise, he reaches out to cup her hands in his own, shutting the book with a quiet pwap. Confusion cinches her brows, still reluctant to let Asmo take the book from her hands. Asmo tuts, tugging it away anyway.
“Come now, darling,” Asmo gives her a charming, teasing smile, “You’ve been reading all morning! I’m going to get jealous of your book characters if you don’t spend some time with me, you know.” A soft laugh spills from her lips.
“You could have just asked.”
Asmo’s smile only grows as he shrugs his shoulders. A hand reaches up to smooth a lock of her short blonde hair into place, the action bringing Asmo closer into her space.
“Haven’t I?”
