Rev•er•ie

||Barbatos||

Your brows were furrowed at you peered at the male. Though he didn't acknowledge or bother explaining why he was behaving in such manner.

"Many false information are plastered all over the media. Make sure not to believe everything you read, 'kay?"

"You're acting weird..."

He only chuckled in response.

"Hmm... Should I put you in a vase with water? Or is that not how it works?" You pondered to yourself as you laid in bed, eyeing the rose. You sat up, the mattress dipping under the change of distribution in weight. You reached for your phone by your night stand.

You didn't put the rose down and typed with one hand. Other than the properties of revelation, you knew nothing much about it. The gloves felt tingly in your skin, though not very distracting.

The gloves were unique, it was something that you would forget you were wearing due to how comfy it was. It only felt tingly when you gave attention to it.

And now that you had, you were reminded of your previous interaction with Asmodeus.

"Many false information are plastered all over the media. Make sure not to believe everything you read, 'kay?"

...Weird.

You typed on the keyboard with one hand, trying to learn more about the plant.

"Hm... Asmo didn't say anything about this part..." You squinted your eyes at the information.

You opened your chat.

A s s m o


(M/n): Asmo?

Asmodeus: Hmm? Need anything, Hon?

(M/n): I was wondering about the rose.

Asmodeus:  ( • • •🖉)

The dots on the screen leapt up and down, signaling he was typing. You sent him a screenshot of the search results earlier.




(M/n): You said that not every article was trustworthy, and since you seemed to know more about these than I do, then I figured you'd be a great person to ask.

Asmodeus: Oh, no. There's no need to put them in a vase with water or anything. It shouldn't wither easily like most roses because it's magic and whatnot. Pretty durable

(M/n): Shouldn't wither easily? I suppose that only goes for when the person doesn't like you back when you present the rose to them?

Asmodeus:!!!




He flinched as he accidentally pressed send.




(M/n):???

Asmodeus: My fingers missed. But anyway, I guess so. But that's about what the other properties of the rose can provide. Nothing more.

(M/n): Nothing more?

Asmodeus: Mhm. Nothing more. Keep asking me if you're curious about anything though!

(M/n): Then about the picture I sent you just now.

(M/n) It really symbolizes that if the leaf falls off?

Asmodeus: Why, has yours snapped off?

(M/n): No, ofc it won't

Asmodeus: Ahaha, well either way. It doesn't mater since it's a lie.

(M/n): ?

Asmodeus: Ah, well

Asmodeus: I don't think that's true. The leaf falls randomly, so don't worry about that part.

(M/n): Ah, I see.

(M/n): Thanks!

Asmodeus: np


You then grabbed the rose carefully as it laid beside you when you were chatting Asmodeus. You placed it by your night stand.



(M/n): Barbatos?

(M/n): You're still working right?

(M/n): As expected.

(M/n): I didn't really chat you for any reason. I just thought of you, that's all. No need to reply.

(M/n): It getting a bit late, isn't it?

(M/n): Good night.