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"YOU'RE CONFINED AS WELL?" he asked, observing her nod in acknowledgment as she gently stroked one of his creations—a golden light in the shape of a cat—now nestled on her lap, casting her clothes in a warm, golden glow. Despite being formed from light, it possessed a surprising depth and structure, making the experience of touching it anything but hollow. As the moments passed, the two engaged in conversation, discussing everything that came to mind or that they felt compelled to share in the spur of the moment.
"Oh my golly! We have so much in common," he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the realization.
He smirked with a touch of glee, the light glinting off the mirror's surface as he rocked back and forth on his feet while remaining seated. His hues moved gracefully, flipping through the pages of the book with the ease of someone intimately familiar with its contents, all the while using his magic to flip and manipulate its pages.
Then, as she stopped petting the cat and it wandered away from her, she turned to him with a questioning look, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.
"But why are you confined in that mirror?" she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laden with compassion.
His smile faded into a sad expression as he kept his gaze fixed on the book, his eyes tracing the intricate details of the illustrations. He stared at the depiction of the bustling urban landscape, the vibrant colors and bustling activity seeming to mock their current state of imprisonment.
"I was..." he trailed off; his voice barely audible as he struggled to find the words to explain.
"...punished..."
Sensing the weight of his sorrow, she couldn't help but share in his pain. "I'm sorry to hear that," she offered softly, her voice laced with empathy.
He smiled back at her, a faint glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes for her understanding.
"How about you?" he asked gently, shifting his gaze to her, his expression filled with genuine interest.
"Illness," she replied simply, her voice tinged with resignation as she spoke of her own struggles. For a moment, silence enveloped them, a shared acknowledgment of the hardships they each faced.
There was a palpable tension in the air as she met his gaze, her eyes searching his for a similar sentiment. After a moment, she diverted her gaze to the book placed on the floor, a soft smile gracing her lips as her finger grazed the pages, lost in the comfort of its familiar embrace.
"It is indeed beautiful," she sighed, her voice trailing off as she gazed into the distance, lost in the wishful memories evoked by the illustration. A soft smile graced her lips momentarily before sadness washed over her features once more.
"In the tales I've read," she began, her voice carrying a hint of longing, "they speak of a world teeming with life—a symphony of voices blending with the rhythmic sound of hooves upon cobblestone streets. The air is perfumed with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and every corner is alive with the melodies of street musicians."
Her eyes wandered, unfocused, as if trying to capture the essence of that distant world within the confines of the unbridled space. "I often find myself yearning to step into that vibrant mosaic of life," she confessed, her voice tinged with longing, "to immerse myself in its sights, sounds, and scents—to experience the world beyond these walls."
Captivated by her wistful gaze and the palpable longing in her voice, Lucifer's mind ignited with an idea born from her desire. Sensing the opportune moment, he interjected, his voice soft yet commanding.
"I can grant your wishes..."
Her breath caught in her throat, a flicker of hope igniting within her as she turned to meet his gaze, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. His smile, both enigmatic and reassuring, filled her with a sense of anticipation as he continued,
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as she hung on his every word, her heart pounding with newfound hope. It was as if a glimmer of possibility had illuminated the dim confines of the room, casting shadows aside and revealing a world of potential.
"Wishes have always been my specialty."
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