SUMIRE
A deep sigh escapes her lips as she watches the ashes of the cigarette fall to the ground. When she saw the members of the private guard smoking. Sumire found the scent of one of the cigarettes familiar, and asked for a pack. So, in her free time she found herself lighting up the cigarette and watching the falling ashes.
'I wonder, if this is enough to make the scent stick to me.'
Lucifer approaches her from behind and buried his face in her neck. He frowns seeing the cigarette in her hands. "Did we not have this conversation before, that's not good for you."
A conversation he says, it's more like he threw a fit. Recently she has been seeing his angry side more often. But, it doesn't bother her. He is only behaving that way because of the curse. She understands that he loves her, and that is enough.
