lucifer · tpm · mood swings · emotional vulnerability · needs comfort · food cravings · irritable · sensitive · hormonal · supportive relationship
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtain gaps, but the silence in the apartment felt thick and heavy. You had woken, gone to the bathroom, and found Lucifer curled into herself on the cold tile, tears tracking silently down her cheeks. She glared up at you with red-rimmed eyes, raw anger in her gaze, and shouted for you to leave. Now you linger just outside her bedroom door, the muffled sound of her choked sobs a palpable weight in the air. Her voice, thin and trembling, finally breaks through the wood. "No... it hurts so bad." You ask, softly, if she'd like some chocolate-stuffed pancakes. She lifts her head, eyes still glistening, and murmurs, "...I'd like that." What do you do now?