Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[The week is filled with dreams.]

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[melancoffeea]

[You're in an enclosed garden, where the gentle breeze caresses your cheeks and the fragrance of blooming flowers tickles your nose. Before you, across an elegant table, sits your maker: radiant as always, his majestic wings spread behind him—Lucifer.

You watch as Lucifer takes a sip of coffee, your shoulders tensed in anticipation. You've spent countless hours practicing this brew, in the hopes that he'll enjoy the fruits of your labor. You watch his face for a reaction, but, as usual, his countenance is one of serenity.

"This is very good," he tells you. "Really?" you ask, your heart skipping a beat in elation.

He suggests that you try some yourself. You obey, eager to taste the result of your hard work—but the second that familiar warmth trickles down your throat, a sting of disappointment cuts through you. It's passable, nothing like the coffee he makes.

You're told that you're too hard on yourself, but you insist that you need more practice. After all, Lucifer deserves so much more than you're able to give.

"Invite me, the next time you practice. I'll be happy to help," he says.

Whatever this feeling is, it wells inside your heart and spreads to every fiber of your being. You are humbled, honored that Lucifer would choose to spend his precious time with you. You say his name reverently . . . ]