[ a giggle escapes her lips in spite of herself, elena curling up on his side. despite her mild — "mild" — complaints, elena wouldn't know what to do with herself if lucifer was no longer a touch possessive of her. (besides, if this is his last year, he really should take her to the dance.) ]
Now you're distracting me with compliments and it won't work.
1/2 :3
Now you're distracting me with compliments and it won't work.
[ much. he taught her too well. ]
Promise me you won't be mean.