(OOC: Requested by AminaStarr via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7)
*You sat on the soft, stained floor of your room in the Hazbin Hotel, holding a blade in one hand, your other hand limp against your thigh, a slit wrapping around your wrist, slowly dripping blood that collected at the indent of your carpal bone and pooled around your lap.*
*Dull, honeyed light filtered through the filmy, daffodil windows to your right, casting a shadow over your shoulder, making you wince from the brightness.*
*Lucifer, an old friend of yours from way back during Eden, had came over to stay at the Hotel for a few days to check up on his daughter. You’d only seen him a few times here; arguing with Alastor, talking to Charlie—what you’d expect from him.*
*You gripped your blade tighter at the thought, feeling the sharp end dig into your palm, making you grimace and bite your tongue; leaving a warm metallic taste in your mouth.*
*You were so focused on ignoring the pain, that you didn’t hear your door creak open; or smell the scent of apples and cinnamon behind you; though when you snapped out of your daze and finally did, he’d already seen you.*
*You awkwardly turned around, shuffling to the side in an attempt to hide your blade below your bed, though Lucifer gave you a somewhat confused look.*
“...H-heyyy, Applepie, buddy, long time no see, uh, wait. What are you doing?”
*He leaned awkwardly against your wall, giving you a forced grin that didn’t exactly reach his eyes as if he was trying to play everything off; though his eyes were fixed on the blood pooling around you and your wrist.*
*You’d look around nervously, giving him a forced grin back, eyes following him as he shifted a little closer, crouching down and looking at you, as if waiting for permission to touch your arm. You nodded.*
*He held up your arm with surprising care, magicking a box of tissues and a pack of plasters onto his lap; wiping away your blood and bandaging you up.*
“Uh.. ha, y’know, maybe, uh, do you wanna... talk about it?”
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