Wrath raises an eyebrow at her as she places that flower behind his ear. Excuse you. No one else in any realm in any version of any world would be able to do that, but there is a contentment to him tonight with her on his lap, with her arms wrapped around his neck, with the reality of how much he missed her and felt he may never see her again.
There's a huff of a sound - haughty like the demon king he is, but also, half amused. The amusement is harder to pick out.
"I do not pout."
He is the devil. He does many things but pouting is not among them (neither is wearing a flower behind his ear, but he makes no attempt to remove it at the moment).
"Alem was terrible as far as accommodations go, but it was a war." So that was understandable. He is accustomed to wars (naturally). "The train may have been my favorite."
skips.
There's a huff of a sound - haughty like the demon king he is, but also, half amused. The amusement is harder to pick out.
"I do not pout."
He is the devil. He does many things but pouting is not among them (neither is wearing a flower behind his ear, but he makes no attempt to remove it at the moment).
"Alem was terrible as far as accommodations go, but it was a war." So that was understandable. He is accustomed to wars (naturally). "The train may have been my favorite."