Rev•er•ie

||Barbatos||

He was surprised to see the flower had been laying on top of it all this time.

The glow of the petals weren't as vibrant as before.

Asmodeus frowned, expression doused in pity.

The sole leaf that was attached to the stem fell off. And he knew.

But he couldn't bring himself to say a word.

"I apologize for the delayed response. I'm afraid I wasn't as free as I thought today. I suppose I forgot to inform you in prior."

Barbatos only had one reply to your messages. Your eyes lingered on the words typed out in your screen. Asmodeus perked up.

"Oh, did Barbatos text you?"

"Oh, well..." You quickly typed out a response and shut your phone off. "Yeah. He just apologized for..." You paused.

Asmodeus raised a brow. "Did he do something?"

"Not really. The opposite, actually...?"

"...Did he forget something?"

"...He didn't forget, more of..." Hesitance was clearly heard in your tone. "He was just too busy."

Asmodeus hummed as he looked away. "Is it too far off for me to assume he missed out on a date?"

"..." Your silence bore confirmation. Looking away, you sighed as the credits rolled on the screen.

You squeezed the pillow in your hold. A sigh gingerly left your lips.

"I mean, it's not really that big of a deal. It's just a date and stuff. He just had better things to do..." You uttered beneath your voice.

The champagne-haired male's face scrunched up in displeasure at your words. You continued. "Just my luck, no surprises there. But we can always plan another date, right? Our lifespan isn't limited after all. There's always a next time."

You laughed to yourself before your shoulders slackened. You grinned at Asmo. "I'm still in the mood to watch some stuff. Have any other recommendations?"

The frown never left his lips as he stared at you. You grew confused. "Asmo? Are you alright?"

"...You can always plan another date, but...missing out on multiple dates isn't common, you know?"

"...How'd you know it isn't the first time?" The bright and cheery tone you held earlier vanished as you looked at him in a stern manner. Asmo's gaze didn't waver.

"..."

He didn't answer, however.

He turned his head away from you and leaned his back on your form. His hair made contact with your cheek as you blinked.

The sweet floral scent of his shampoo entered your nose. His hair was soft...

"...I'm sorry. I'm making you feel worse, huh?" A humorless laugh left his lips. "I'll drop it, if you don't want to talk about it."