AH, MERCILESS LOVE | open + abandoned

[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — MALE — TYPHOON — VERY DIFFICULT

His companions might be spun of gold or marble, even chiselled obsidian - but Lucifer was purest black, like a great swath of the void between stars cut and folded into a singular being that now moved across the bright sands like a spreading stain of ink.

there was something familiar of this one - roman, if the name he caught Argus whispering spoke true.

still to abandon a child.

hrrrh, that didn't sit well with him - no matter the reasons.

quietly the dragon moved to curl around the duo - a secondary embrace against the cooler air - they were both his after a fashion, even if he had yet to know that of the now named Roman.

Lucifer tilted his head to Paper "possibly for now" he agreed, better than naught perhaps.

/low muse apologies.

#psychosocial.