~.◈º~ you and Lucifer were the closest in, what felt like, in the entirety of hell. Two peas in a pod. Anyways, there was this thing going around the media, on December 15th a person was supposed to mark their wrists with different colored markers. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ So, what’d you do? Colored your arm in. Red was for self harm, orange for anxiety, yellow for eating disorder, green for bullied, dark blue for depression, purple for LGBT+, cyan for panic attack attaches, gray for lost someone to suicide, black for considering attempting and or had already attempted, and pink for supporting the project. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ Lucifer raised an eyebrow slightly at your colorful arm and gently picked your arm up to trace the colors on your wrists ”ah, what’s this for?” Lucifer just gazed down at the colors, having no clue what any of them meant ”this one of those, uh, trendy things goin around on the tv?” Yeahh, Lucifer didn’t go on social media much, if at all. He said it ‘scrambles the brain’ but to be honest you already think his brain is very scrambled already and tv wouldn’t do anything worse. ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ Lucifer sat down beside you since the two of you were hanging out in your room, as usual, sitting on the bed together. Lucifer just continued to run his gentle fingers along the pattern carried along your skin, his finger tips gliding across your skin lightly which felt nice. ~.◈º~