Rev•er•ie

||Barbatos||

"Mhm. I was thinking you'd know how it works....?"

"You came to the right demon." He grinned at you, chest puffed out in pride. You moved your hand between you two so he could get a better look at the flower. Asmodeus placed his hand near, drawing out his index finger. It was barely not touching the plant. He pointed at it.

"You see these petals? When Barbatos gave it to you, the rose wasn't in full bloom, right?"

You nodded.

"As expected! Then when you held it, the rose bloomed!"

Another nod.

"The magical properties in this flower is quite powerful. It is pretty popular with most people here in devildom, most particularly with couples." Asmodeus informed. "You know why? Because it exposes your true feelings toward somebody."

"With a single touch?" Your brow quirked up in confusion. You recalled it being the only thing you did before it bloomed. Asmodeus nodded with a broad smile. "Mhm! You don't even hafta do much!"

"That's...pretty impressive." You spun the rose in your hand slowly, eyes fixated on the item. Asmodeus gazed at the flower as well. "Yeah. But yours is actually pretty unique."

"Unique?" You repeated. He confirmed. "While it's true that I've seen a ton of these, I've never seen one as vibrant as yours."

"Waaa, it means your love for Barbatos is so strong~ I'm jealous..." He whined, making you chuckle. You then placed the flower carefully on the table. You rubbed your fingertips, which had grown red, now that you took a look at it.

"Oh? What's wrong with your fingers?" Asmodeus took notice of it as well. You shrugged it off. "Dunno. It was fine this morning before he gave me the flower. Must have been because I've been twirling it too much. I'll just stop."

Asmodeus' expression changed drastically. From an expression that screamed giddy and ecstatic, to a look of pure shock. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the tight feeling in his chest at your last words.

"(M/n), when exactly did he give this to you?"

"Uhm, Just before the bell rang at lunch, earlier. A few minutes ago, basically?" You pondered to yourself. You gazed at Asmodeus, who was masking his horror. You tilted your head to the side. "Why?"

"..." He pressed his lips together in contemplation. You waited for him to speak, but he was still lost in thought. You called out to him. "Asmo? Are you alright?"

"You..." He bit back his words. His eyes flickered, a flash of guilt being seen. He closed his eyes shut before exhaling. He then shuffled through his bag. You watched in confusion at his sudden shift in demeanor.

He brought out a pair of gloves that matched the RAD uniforms. It didn't really look out of place. With a strained smile, he handed them to you. "Here. I got this for you."

"For me? I don't really know why you'd want to give me gloves all of a sudden..."

"Hush with the questions." He winked. "You don't need an occasion to give someone something in particular, riiight? So don't question it."

With one brow raised, you hesitantly took the fabric. Just as you were about to stuff it in your pocket, he grabbed your wrist. He shook his head. "I wanna see you wear it."

You gazed at his with confusion once again. He intertwined his fingers and smiled. "Wear ittt?~"

"...Geez, with insistence like that, I would have thought you placed a curse on them or something." Despite your teasing words, you still abided, much to his relief. Letting out a sigh of relief, Asmodeus smiled softly. "...Please don't take it off."