#rosechaussettes

“Knock, knock! Who’s there, you ask? Your scheduled appointment with fate. Pack your bags and hop into my portal because we have stuff to do.” Lucifer appeared out of nothing into the bedroom of the female and pointed towards the portal to Hell from which he appeared from, while his arms were crossed. He had made a pact with the female’s parents that he would give them whatever they would want, this case being wealth, for as long as they could give him their first born in exchange by a certain age and as today it was her birthday, he didn’t lost any time in picking her up -- As expecting from the Devil himself.

             SEA  FOAM  ——   THE  SMALLEST  DETAIL,  especially  in  the  grand  scheme  of  today’s  sketch  (  the  sunset  being  the  main  attraction  ),  but  he’s  been  focused  on  getting  it  right  for  the  past  twenty  minutes.  eraser  tugged  between  his  thumb  and  index  finger,  it seems  like  it’s  seen  far  more  of  the  paper’s  surface  than  the  pencil  has,  but  he  can’t  seem  to  find  a  technique  that  he’s  content  with.  it’s  all  for  practice,  anyway  ;  the  main  pieces  he’s  supposed  to  be  working  on  are  propped  up  somewhere  at  his  flat,  half - finished  and  silently  beckoning  him  back.  yet,  here  he  is,  just  a  few  feet  away  from  the  water  of  the  beach,  dressed  in  pants  and  a  white  tank  top  that  are  both  littered  in  sand  now,  showing  no  signs  of  moving  anytime  soon.  his  eyebrows  are  furrowed  in  concentration,  eyes  barely  blinking  until  someone’s  figure  casts  a  shadow  on  his  work.  instinctively,  he  looks  up  and  watches  them  get  out  of  the  water,  finally  getting  to  see  something  other  than  blue  waters  and  off - white  paper.  he  blinks  towards  them  quite  shamelessly,  unaware  of  the  fact  that  he  must  look  like  a  creep.  as  the  other  approaches,  rom  looks  down  to  rub  at  his  eyes,  but  his  voice  is  loud  enough  to  carry  over  to  them.  “  how’s  the  water?  ”  he asks  curiously  as  they  draw  nearer  to  him.  “  looks  warm.  ”