a fire I made for you
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She whined softly, her ears folding back. She rolled over to look him in the face, uncaring if he saw the tears or not. They glittered in her white pelt like diamonds scattered on white velvet. She reached out, touched his cheek gently. She studided his face as if she could never forget it, as if she were afraid she'd forget it. Lucifer...oh, Lucifer... her voice was sad as she looked at him. I don't deserve you, lucifer...you're too good for me.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face under his chin, careful not to touch his fresh bandage in any way. She breathed deeply, trying to control the emtions that were running rampant. her trembling had never fully subsided, except when she was intent on bandaging him and taking care of him. Now she didn't have to worry about that, the quaking began anew.


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