elena's non-writing hand flattens on the mirror, studying lucifer's expression with a detached sense of curiosity. she can't feel anything more than that, or so she tells herself. but perhaps she feels a twisted sense of kinship. she, too, has fallen. those who once loved her want an impossible thing. they want the human girl who would eagerly allow herself to be consumed by fire. a girl who did not understand that vampirism holds a power humanity never will. )
He's so judgy, and a little too eager to please your Father. I don't think you would like him.
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elena's non-writing hand flattens on the mirror, studying lucifer's expression with a detached sense of curiosity. she can't feel anything more than that, or so she tells herself. but perhaps she feels a twisted sense of kinship. she, too, has fallen. those who once loved her want an impossible thing. they want the human girl who would eagerly allow herself to be consumed by fire. a girl who did not understand that vampirism holds a power humanity never will. )
He's so judgy, and a little too eager to please your Father. I don't think you would like him.