ThugWorkout wrote:
Dymitrius was listening to her words but they weren’t sinking in any more. He was broken, he felt like the one positive he’d been clinging to these last couple of days, it was being whisked away and he held her for as long as she would allow before finally parting. Grabbing her, he pressed so many kisses to her lips. “Don’t forget about me..” he called as she vanished into thin air. The feeling of her leaving him entirely and the sickness took over, rushing into the kitchen to the sink he leaned over to empty the contents of his stomach, gripping onto the stainless steel sink so tight that his fingers were beginning to leave dents in it. But his companion was gone, and he wasn’t sure if, or when, he was ever going to get her back.
Lucifer was getting ready for the evening. The days of torture had come to an end and now he was having some wind down time, sat on his luxurious black suede couch in front of his seventy inch tv screen, a glass of the devils whiskey in his hand and he swilled it around, about to take a sip when his instinct picked up in a difference in the atmosphere and he raised his eyebrows. “Miss Farley.” He called, resting the glass on the coffee table in front of him he got up, only in some black silk pyjama trousers he opened the door to his living room to see her standing there, leaning against the wall and he rushed over, his warm arms raking a hold of her, the look of concern brushing his face. “What on earth is going on?”