"This feels realistic."
Belphegor sat on the sofa. As he sunk into the soft pillows, he couldn't help but instinctively look beside him, as if expecting a certain brother of his' would be there.
...
But of course, Beelzebub wouldn't be here right now.
Belphegor breathed out a solemn sigh. You wordlessly sat on the sofa opposite to him, not inquiring about his dilemma.
"...I must say, you're pretty-" You paused. "...easier to look at when the light isn't so dim."
The dual-haired male snapped out of his daze at the sound of your voice, eyes landing on your form. You gazed back.
Belphegor's hair was a dark shade of indigo, tips ending in pure white. The right side of his face was half-covered due to his bangs, one eye remaining hidden. His eye/s were violet, fading into a beautiful pink near the bottom.
Was it strange to stare for longer than necessary? Besides, he was staring at you longer than usual as well.
Belphegor had pretty features, you noticed.
Though, you couldn't help but wonder what went on his head right at that moment as well.
Your lips parted. "...Anything else you'd like to add?"
"Hm?"
"To the room? Or is it...completed like this?"
"...My brothers." Belphegor suggested in a daze, half-joking.
"Alright."
"...Seriously?" Belphegor perked up, nearly falling out of the sofa. You managed to kick the table in front of you, which resulted in the gap between the sofa and table disappearing.
The loud sound of Belphegor's body colliding with the furniture was quite comical, making you laugh at the stupidity. "Easy there, Love~"
You stood up from your spot on the sofa and went behind the sofa Belphegor previously sat on. You reached over and grasped his hand, pulling him back forcefully. He grunted as you kept yourself back from laughing once more.
He rolled his eyes. "Thanks, I guess."
"Mhm. Hey, are you hurt anywhere?"
"...No? I don't really...feel pain here I think?" Belphegor pondered. You poked the small area of his forehead that was exposed.
"Oh, my bad. Your forehead is just kind of red."
"It is?" Belphegor raised a hand to touch the area, only to forget that your hand was also there. Yours and his hand made contact, neither retreating from each others' touch.
You blinked twice, then retracted your hand. "I see..."
"...I guess it's fine."
"I suppose so."
You circled around the sofa and sat next to him, crossing your legs. You noticed how his jacket was stuck in between the table and the sofa. He roughly tried to pull it out, only for you to seize his hand with a sigh.
"At least do it gently. You're gonna pop off a few buttons at this point." You carefully tugged on the fabric until it was completely unstuck.
"Isn't this a dream? Does it even matter, really?" Belphegor mused. You shrugged. "That's true."
"Oh, about my uhm, brothers. Is it...possible?" Belphegor awkwardly brought back the topic. You hummed thoughtfully.
"Well, we can make copies, yes. But they won't be...exact? They're exact to the best of what you can think of them as."
"Meaning?"
"It's like seeing them in your dreams regularly." You smiled at the demon. "It's like they're here. Reacting as how your brain depicts them."
"..."
"...You look sad." You barely seemed to sympathize outside. Belphegor averted his gaze. You hummed. "Maybe we should stop here-"
"It's fine. I...want to see Beel and the others."
A soft smile graced the Avatar of Sloth's features, nearly catching you by surprise. You gazed at the male for a few moments longer, taking in the beautiful yet certainly rare view.
"Care to enlighten me about your siblings?"
"...Maybe next time."
Belphegor noticed the slight discord in the surroundings, vision slowly darkening. Perhaps he was about to wake up?
"I see." You mused. With a thoughtful nod, you spoke. "Then, you'll be waking up soon, right?"
"I think so."
"...Alright." You turned your head away, gazing into the fireplace that produced no form of heat whatsoever. After all, it was merely a projection of what it was and looked like, not what it felt like.
Belphegor peered at your form closely.
The way your demeanor dampened slightly as your expression drew blank, Belphegor couldn't help but wonder about the reason.
"...You still haven't told me your name."
"Again, you don't need to know, Belphegor." You grinned childishly. Your grip loosened as you chuckled.
"Farewell!"
━☽【❖】☾━
Belphegor's eyes opened slowly, greeted by the same ceiling of the attic as always. He blinked a few times.
Then his eyes lit up.
"...The dream."
He could remember bits and pieces of it.
He hurriedly adjusted his position on the bed and reached out for the paper that he wrote on last time. By now, more and more of his memories were leaving, making him frown dejectedly.
"Aaaa..."
Belphegor groaned as he furrowed his brows trying to remember at least one thing that happened.
Yes, there was someone in his dreams...
.
They... did something.
Um, what was it again...?
Then they took a break...
He was describing something...
You both...stared at each other's eyes for a few moments...
Belphegor knew for a fact that he was entranced at that exact moment, wanting to gaze at your visage and embed your captivating features in his mind.
And yet knowing how entranced he was, Belphegor found it ridiculous how he couldn't even remember the color of your eyes.
- - -
"Then, you'll be waking up soon, right?"
- - -
Belphegor opened his eyes, certain that it was all he could rack from his brain...at the moment, at least.
Belphegor closed his eyes to concentrate better. A single image flashed in his head.
He peered at the blank and slightly crumpled paper, grasping the pencil lightly. He paused for a few moments.
Then he began to write.
── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ✩ ──── ⋅ ⋅──
I don't remember your eyes,
But the way you looked at me made my chest lighter.
── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ✩ ──── ⋅ ⋅──