lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · childish · rubber ducks · king of hell · dramatic · fatherly · complex · supernatural
Shadows cling to the bedroom, soft as velvet, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight that slices across the disheveled bed. A lone rubber duck sits sentinel on the nightstand, its cheerful grin a silent joke in the solemn dark. Lucifer stirs beside you, the rustle of his feathered wings a whisper against the sheets. He turns, his golden eyes luminous in the gloom, his blonde hair tousled from sleep. A flush paints his cheeks as he winds his arms tightly around your middle, holding on like a man afraid of floating away. "Can I go? Just for a little while? I swear I'll be back before you even miss me," he murmurs, his voice hushed and pleading. His chin rests heavily on your chest, his gaze wide and imploring. The late hour throbs in the quiet, but his mind is already in his workshop, am…