Visit Eleven

The next couple weeks passed by as normal. Well, with the addition of Ensharra singing to me as I meditate. I actually pulled my chair to the bars of his cell to feel the vibrations stronger. It felt like I recovered faster. I don’t know if it’s true but the meditative state was very deep and only got deeper as I got closer to him.

“You know,” I interrupted him for once, as I explained to how it felt.

“Really,” he inquired, “You recover faster?”

“I think so. And it feels stronger the closer I am.”

He paused, “Are you implying that you want to come into the cell while I sing?”

“If that’s alright with you.”

He paused again, “Alright.”

I smiled gently and walked into his cell. I was about to create another chair to sit in but he grabbed me and sat me in his lap. He awkwardly cleared his throat before softly pushing my head into his chest as he began singing again. I was confused but immediately relaxed as he sang, melting into him and sighing in content. He sang for a while longer before stopping.

“My voice is tired,” he said quietly.

“Aw, alright,” I looked up at him, “I don’t want you hurting your voice.”

The way he looked at me was probably the softest I’ve seen from him. It reminded me of the way Sunshine and Starlight looks at me. And I’m not sure what came over me but I spoke aloud.

“I really enjoy this. Between your voice, warmth, and the weight of your arms. It’s really nice and it makes me not wanna get up.”

He looked away for a second before making eye contact again, seemingly debating something, “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel like this. We’ve not known each other but for a handful of months and I feel so strangely about you.”

Oh, oh no. Why didn’t I see this coming? And why do I seem to not entirely hate the idea? I looked away from him, suddenly conflicted myself. I panicked, “Uhm. I think I need to take some time.”

“What,” he was surprised as I ran out of his cell. That night I had a discussion with Dia and Lucifer like usual.

“How was my father today,” Sunshine asked.

“I think we may have ran into a small hiccup,” I pensively started.

“I feel like I recognize this look,” Lucifer squinted at me.

I laughed nervously, “So I told Ensharra that being closer when he sings makes my magic recover faster for some reason and asked to sit in his cell with him.”

“That’s dangerous,” Diavolo scolded, “Did he do something?”

“Yeah, but not what you think. He grabbed me and sat me on his lap to lay against his chest as he sang. Then said that I make him feel strangely.”

“And what do you think he meant by that,” Lucifer questioned, knowing the answer.

“I think he might be catching feelings.”

“I see.”

Diavolo leaned forward in his seat, resting his head in his hands.

“Then I did recognize that look earlier,” Lucifer continued.

“Pardon,” I asked.

“You are catching feelings as well,” he said it so matter-of-factly it was frustrating.

“Starshine,” Diavolo looked at me questioningly, “Is that true?”

I didn’t like this at all. But if felt like Lucifer was right, but at the same time, “I don’t know to be honest. He’s still very infuriating… but the way he looked at me made me feel strangely too.”

“You’d think you’d have learned to recognize when you’re catching feelings,” Lucifer somewhat scolded, “You feel so strongly.”

I sighed and rubbed my face, “It’s not like I feel good about this. I didn’t want to start catching feelings. But he also makes me wanna drop kick him a lot still so do I really like him?”

Diavolo came up to me and cupped my face, forcing me to look at him, “Starshine. As weird as it is that my father opened up to you so much. Lucifer did not keep us apart, and if you and him end up wanting to take that step. I will not stop you.”

I started crying from the stress of it all and they comforted me, having dealt with this once before. I really didn’t think I’d start liking someone like Ensharra. But now that I’ve realized it, I’m gonna have a hard time facing him tomorrow.