Lilith Clawthorne

“Now I want you to try this with me, ok?” Steve said to Lilith, before offering his palms out.

The request was simple, “Take my hands”. She considered this for a moment and went through with it. Her own hands placing over Steve’s own.

Once Lilith did just that, he continued. “And you say something you love about yourself, and I’ll say something I love about myself. Alright?”

She couldn’t help but sigh and mutter to Steve. “I don’t see how this is supposed to help.”

“Oh just trust me.” He encouraged Lilith further with a gentle squeeze to her pale hands.

Steve thought about it and came up with an easy solution. “Ok. How about this, I’ll go first.”

He shifted around in consideration and hummed to himself. “Hm, I love...my eyes.”

After Steve was done, he gave Lilith’s hands another gentle squeeze. “And now you.”

She took a deep breath to prepare herself and mumbled to him. “I love... my smile. I suppose.”

Steve immediately smiled at the response. “Very good! Alright, I love... my sense of style.”

“Does that count?” Lilith questioned Steve.

He merely shrugged his shoulders from the inquisition. “Well I think it does. Now you.”

She almost laughed at his reply but quickly composed herself to answer back. Lilith tilted her head slightly in amusement and whispered.

“Hmm...alright. I love...my taste in friends.”