“Do you know the myth of Narcissus?” you ask Asmodeus one day as you sit behind him on his bed, watching him do his makeup by his vanity. He looks at you through the mirror and raises a brow.
“No, tell me,” he says, and you shrug, playing with your hands in your lap. “Narcissus was a hunter who one day saw his reflection in a lake and fell in love with himself." Asmodeus hums. "Sounds like a reasonable fellow," he states and you roll your eyes. "In some myths, he attempts to kiss himself and falls into the lake and drowns; in others, he stares at himself until he dies,” you tell, and Asmodeus frowns. “What a depressing story,” he declares, and you nod.
Asmodeus stops putting on his makeup momentarily and glares at you through the mirror. He opens his mouth and then closes it again. “Why are you thinking of Narcissus right now?” he asks suspiciously, and you shrug, giving him a teasing smile. “No reason,” you say, and Asmodeus puts his eyeliner down on the table. “Oh, you little—” he laughs and walks over to you, pinching both of your cheeks at the same time.
“If you weren’t so cute, I’d eat you,” he states, and you wince, removing his fingers from your now red cheeks. “And not in the good way,” he adds, making you blush even further. “Asmo!” you exclaim and push him away. “Don’t just say stuff like that!” you say, hiding your face in his pink sheets, which match your cheeks perfectly. Asmodeus giggles at how easy it is to fluster you and returns to his seat by his vanity. “Relax, honey,” he chuckles, and he grabs his eyeliner again. "I won't do anything unless you ask me to," he adds and you're pretty sure your ears have turned crimson by now.
You peek out from his sheets and glance at him, and Asmodeus smiles fondly. “It’s fun making you flustered,” he says, and you hide your face once again. He might find it fun, but you certainly don’t enjoy it as much.
You fall into a comfortable silence as Asmodeus finishes his makeup, and you watch, quietly collecting yourself. “You look nice,” you say once he’s finished. Asmodeus smiles. “I look sexy, don’t I?” he asks, and you shake your head.
“No, you look–” you trail off as you tilt your head to the side. “You look beautiful,” you finish, finding the right words. Asmodeus feels his flirty words get caught in his throat as he sees the look in your eyes, all twinkle and adoration.
He coughs and fans himself with his hand, trying to figure out why his cheeks feel so hot all of a sudden. “Well, of course, I do,” he says, his voice slightly pitched. He fixes himself one final time before getting out of his chair and sending you a sheepish smile. “We should probably get going,” he says, and you get off his bed, grabbing his hand. As you pull him out of his room, the touch of your hand is warm and quite unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
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You know what is very weird?
Ozzie SHATTERS Stolas during ‘house of Asmodeus’, and then in ‘Oops’ he is just like “Hé old pal long time no see!”
You could at least say something like “My apologies for what happened at Ozzies” and Stolas would definitely not make a big deal about it because he is Stolas
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