Ana & Lucifer || ♆ || Sympathy for the Devil.
Ana had felt her powers, or whatever she was ‘graced’ with, grow stronger the more time she spent with Lucifer. She was still fallen but now she could just… appear like she used to. So she chose to just stop by his place. Her house was lonely, so it was either visit hi or hope he visited her on those rare whims.
She appeared behind the couch, snickering softly and shaking her head, pushing her hair behind her shoulder and walking up to him and look over his shoulder, placing her hands on his shoulder. She found some sick pleasure in the fact that she was this close to the Devil himself. “How come every time I’m over, you have your nose in a book?” She pondered, resting her chin on his shoulder. By her tone, it was like she wanted to just push the book aside. She wanted the attention, but no, it was the damn book. It wasn’t like he missed much, at all.
Lucifer scoffed softly, hazel eyes looking up from the pages upon hearing her words. If she only knew how long he had been in Hell, locked up in his Cage, as if he was a human child that had been grounded. He patiently closed the book, eyes following it as he put it down. Every movement smooth, mysterious, controlled. He tilted his head just slightly, his eyes focused on the fireplace in front of him, the flames peacefully yet destructively licking the burning wood like a slow dance of devastation. It fascinated him, drew his attention. “I have been in a Cage for hundreds of years. I’d like to know what has happened, what I’ve missed.” he explained, his gaze now meeting hers when he moved his head.