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shitswithoutgiggles · 1 day ago

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Property of Shax - DO NOT READ!

Project: Queen of Hearts 👑♥️

File Entry 1 The king has once again COMPLETELY DISMISSED my totally valid request for a promotion. This is absurd. She says I only want this promotion for my own gain! Of course I do! Why else would anyone want a promotion????? ThE beTtErMeNt of hELL, my ass. No one actually cares about this dump. I don’t want to be on Earth duty anymore. Humans are so boring. And I still don’t understand sarcasm!

But I have a plan. I’ll just seduce the king and become the queen. It’ll be simple. The succubi don’t have a monopoly on seduction. I really hope I don’t have to ask them for tips. There’s literally no way this won’t work.

File Entry 3 This isn’t working. WHY WON’T SHE JUST LOOK AT MY TITS. Of course she insists upon “respect” and “eye contact.” It’s ridiculous. How many buttons do I have to undo for her to NOT look me in the eyes??? I’ve even tried being nice. Does she even KNOW how hard that is? Demons disagree on principle! And instead, I’ve stopped arguing with her, and she doesn’t even have the decency to check me out! Maybe I need a new tactic…

File Entry 4 I stole a flower from the traitor. It was an awful idea considering he keeps that blasted Principality around all the time, but it WORKED! She looked at my tits! She even fixed the flower (apparently it’s not supposed to be crushed??). And she smiled! This is wonderful progress. I knew I didn’t need to ask the succubi for help. I mean she also told me off for breaking into the Serpent’s flat but who cares? I’ll have her crowning me Queen in no time.

File Entry 7 The King’s drunk confession has…complicated things. I hadn’t factored in the fact that she still misses her wife. Or that she was jealous of me???? Actually, wait. If she was jealous of me, that means she thought I was attractive enough to think of me as a threat. SHE THINKS I’M PRETTY THIS IS PERFECT. Okay never mind this has not complicated things.

Oh, and Dagon threatened me. Seems they’ve figured out my plan. I hope Furfur didn’t snitch; he’s a good friend, I’d hate to have to stab him. The duke shouldn’t be too much of a problem, though. I hope.

File Entry 9 This is so embarrassing. I finally caved and asked the succubi for help. IN MY DEFENSE, I’m still no closer to successfully seducing her. At least they didn’t laugh at me. They gave me a book, and some pointers. Something about getting her a gift? It has to be something she likes, too, apparently. I’ll have to make a list. She likes swords, and flowers. And expensive alcohol. And Earth. Maybe I’ll get her a sword? Do humans still make those? Maybe I can find an old one.

File Entry 9.5 IT WORKED WHAT THE FUCK. Did Dagon almost stab me? Yes. BUT THE KING SMILED AT ME AND ACCEPTED THE SWORD AND SAID THANK YOU! That’s progress! That’s so much progress! She smiled at me! It was wonderful! ❤️ I shall have to see what else the book says.

File Entry 15 I have gathered more books. There is so much knowledge in them. One mentioned poetry. Obviously I had to do more research on the topic. I can not possibly give her a subpar love poem. It would completely undermine all the progress I have made. Luckily, there are several examples provided. But what the Heaven does it mean to compare her to a summer day?

File Entry 23 There are too many colors! Why are there so many colors? What am I supposed to wear to look good by her side? Her hair is red, I could go red. But it must be a very specific red, or else I would clash horribly. Or green! A deep green would look lovely contrasted with her hair. ❤️ Although Furfur might argue that I stole his color. Purple is always an option, to match her eyes. Dark colors look so lovely on her, I must lean into that. Jewel tones, I think they are called. Gold! I can’t forget gold to match her crown. And I haven’t even considered her wings!

File Entry 24 Furfur insists I “have a crush” on the King. Which is absurd. Clearly I am only doing this for power. I don’t know what he could possibly be talking about. He's being ridiculous. Of course it seems like I am in love with her, that is how seduction works! But it is nothing more than a ruse.

It doesn't count as a ruse if you're still acting like this when she's not around. Even the snake agrees with me. He also laughed a lot.

File Entry 27 I've had to change where I keep my files to stop Furfur from adding his own notes. Damned deer who keeps insisting that he knows what’s going on. I am not in love with the king. And I can prove it. I’ll just put the project on pause for the time being. Once Furfur has seen reason, I can continue with my plan.

File Entry 28 I tried. I tried, okay? I couldn’t do it. I don’t know what came over me! The plan was to act as I had before I started this project, until Furfur had dropped this “crush” nonsense. It was supposed to be easy!

But I failed. It was our quarterly meeting and I was behaving perfectly normally for a demon who is NOT in love with the King and she - she frowned! Well, not really, but basically. She wasn't smiling is the important part. I just wanted to make her smile. That's it. So I told a dumb joke I heard one of the Erics say, and she laughed! It felt like sunshine. I need more jokes.

File Entry 41 I finally found where she keeps all these damn files. Dagon will find them eventually, no files can hide from them. And I don't know what happens then.

But Shax has…maybe accepted that she's in love? She doesn't argue the point whenever I bring it up, but that doesn't equal acceptance. She also keeps finding joke books on Earth. It's awful. Everyone hates it EXCEPT the King AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN LAUGH ALL THE TIME. She just does this weird snort thing and Shax goes all googly eyed. It’s so weird, I hate it. Anyway, I’ve got a bet going with the rabbit to see how long it takes her to do something stupid that’ll cause Dagon to attack her.

File Entry 53 It's working! I knew it would! She specifically requested MY help, and so of course I did it, because I have to get on her good side, obviously. I'm a demon, I'm not helpful. It's a ruse.

Anyway, I went to Earth to fetch something from the traitors, and she wrote me a note of protection from the Serpent and his angel. I don't actually know what she wrote, but the Principality let me inside, so she must have spoken highly of me. And then!!! I returned to Hell, triumphant, and gave the books to Dagon (the King was in a meeting 💔). But when I got to my office, there was a note! For me! She wrote “Thank you” all pretty and curly and there's a HEART and it smells like her perfume. Surely I'll be Queen within the decade.

File Entry 59 The King went to Heaven recently. She does not do it often, but we can all tell when she does. It's the best time to get a demon to do something, because no one wants to anger her when she's like this. Last time, she actually tore someone to shreds, with her bare hands! She's terrifying ❤️

I think this is an opportunity. There is an angel, on Earth, who looks like the Serpent. I met him when I went to the antique shop to look for more swords. He sold me some flowers, little white ones that look like ghosts. They're some kind of lilies, I think? He said something about a valley. I hope she likes them.

File Entry 59.5 She. She burst into tears. I don't know what happened! She likes flowers, I know she does! They're all over her office! Why did these ones make her sad???

I would have asked her, but Dagon dragged me away before I could, muttering about making things worse. I'm so confused.

File Entry 64 Bribing the Erics is harder than I thought. But, they've at least stopped ignoring my questions, and I've managed to get some answers.

They said there are certain things I must never do, or else I will make her sad. And I do not want her to be sad. So I must avoid certain flowers and cats in general and if I do that, she won't get sad.

I was rather surprised that they were so willing to help, seeing as Dagon has been so combative. In his own words, “if Abby hasn't killed you yet, then she's fine and can handle herself.” It is an interesting perspective. I do not know how upset I would be if she discorporated me. It would be a great show of power.

File Entry 68 She was…not normal, at our quarterly meeting. I tried to make her laugh with a joke, but she only smiled, and it wasn't even a real smile. It is very odd. No one has seen her smile since she went to Heaven. The flowers in her office are wilting. Even Eric (who has become a good accomplice, even if he's annoying about it) agreed that something was wrong. But I do not know what to do about it.

Eric has suggested asking for help, but I am not used to this. He said we should ask Dagon, but they do not trust me. Then he suggested Lucifer! As if I could just call up the Devil! I suggested the Principality. He might allow me entry if I am…polite. Ugh. Eric agreed. We shall go tomorrow.

File Entry 69 This has gone far above my pay grade. I did NOT want to involve the Devil, if I may remind you.

We went to the angel's bookshop like planned. Eric went straight in (show-off) while I had to wait on the steps like a fool. But the angel let me in, which was. Nice. I guess. I told him what had been going on, and the rabbit told him as well. He knows things I do not, as her brother. She is worse than I previously thought, I fear.

Aziraphale (Eric insists I do not call him “the angel,” because he claims to know multiple angels) said he would invite her to Earth to allow her to take a rest. AND THEN HE KEPT GOING. He pulled out his phone and just CASUALLY called Lucifer! The former King! The Devil! How does he have that number???? They're friends with benefits. I don't know what that is, Eric. Sometimes they have sex. Oh, okay. That makes sense now.

So now Lucifer was there. Which was not terrifying at all and I was totally fine. Don't lie. This is my project and my files, I can say what I like. So like I said, I was not at all scared when Lucifer Morningstar, creator of Hell and the First Fallen pulled me aside and glared at me. And then asked me what my intentions were with his daughter. I told him that I am wooing her and he was satisfied. Bullshit. You stammered out something about how pretty she was and Dad raised his eyebrows and you said a lot of nonsense. And then he said if you ever break her heart, he’ll kill you. He threatened you a lot, actually. I don’t think he likes you. I take it back, you’re an awful accomplice.

File Entry 75 The King has not made an appearance recently. I do not know if she is on Earth or in Heaven or in her office. The hordes are growing restless. Some are saying her reign was too good to be true. It has hardly been a month since she was last seen, they are too impatient. She will return. I am sure of it.

File Entry 76 Fighting has broken out. Beelzebub and Dagon are holding things together for now. Eric says I should help. He says the King would appreciate it. I think I will.

File Entry 77 I - where do I even begin? The riots were bad. It has been so long since there has been one so large. We were trying to hold back the horde from the throne room. The others were able to hold their own, but my sword skills are…lacking. (I shall have to ask someone for lessons.) Someone caught me off guard - I didn’t see who, although I have been assured they have been punished - and I ended up on the ground. I was surely about to be discorporated, the sword was coming straight for my neck.

But the King blocked it before it could hit me. She appeared out of nowhere! And she was glowing ❤️ I forgot how beautiful her voice is, especially when she is making threats. Although to be quite honest, I can’t recall anything she actually said. Eric insists it is because I was too busy staring at her. That’s ridiculous. I was nearly beheaded, it must have been the shock.

Or…possibly the fact that after she finished speaking, she reached down and helped me up. I HELD HER HAND THIS IS WONDERFUL. SHE HELD MY HAND. WILLINGLY. Her hands were so soft. I wonder how many times Dagon would stab me if I just asked to hold her hand again.

CLASSIFIED - From the desk of Her Majesty, King Abigail Morningstar File Name: Calm Down, Dagon

Dukes and their fussiness. Yes, I am well aware that the demon Shax is flirting with me in an attempt to gain the throne of Hell. Yes, I am well aware that she has a crush on me. (I have eyes, after all.) Yes, I agreed to give her sword fighting lessons. Grandmother forbid a woman has hobbies.

The only reason I am addressing this is because the Lord of the Files is concerned that I may be blind to Shax’s actions. As if I am not the King of Hell. As if I have not been purposefully stringing her along. As if I ever plan to remarry. I dealt with three attempted revolts from Shax before she decided to try this; I will gladly deal with bad jokes over mutinies. She is harmless like this. Now stop questioning me and get back to work.

#someone has a crush #Abby is just happy she gets to deal with one less issue

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shitswithoutgiggles · 2 days ago

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forced immortality is a fun trope. unappreciated. someone/something wants you to remain so it makes you. it will not let you die

#i might.#I might've overdone this

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shitswithoutgiggles · 2 days ago

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Obligatory Pre-Fluff Lore Drop

Beleth’s height has a lot of variables. One must ask: In Hell or on earth, and is he on pointe? Is he wearing shoes?

When in Hell, not on pointe, and wearing shoes, he reaches a height of 10’10” (307cm), with the added height coming from a heel 4”(10cm) high.

They can get up to 11’(335cm) if on pointe.

There are very few other demons who get that tall in their bound forms.

One such demon is Stolas, who gets to 9’ (274cm).

Ulysses is only saved by his neck when it comes to height. Including his neck, he’s 6’4”(195cm). Excluding his neck, aka how tall he’d actually be, he’s 5’ (152cm). He is short as hell for a demon.

His best friend (aka wife) is taller than him.

His human/elf disguise is 5’8” (176cm)

His true form (aka bird) is also 5’8”, meaning he’s even shorter. Excluding his neck, he’s 4’5”(136cm).

The reason he makes himself this short when he could be as tall as he wanted (mostly) is because submissive twinks are very popular when it comes to creeps.

Ulysses has never given any limitations to those he sells himself to or seduces because that both increases the time they stay and reduces risk of them leaving.

This is your friendly reminder that he was exiled during the period where he was developmentally sixteen.

He Started Doing This At Sixteen.

Everybody say it with me, ‘Go fuck yourself, Astaroth’.

His deal with Beleth was also struck during the 213,831 years he spent as ‘sixteen’.

Consent laws are sort of screwy in Hell, but the basis of it is ‘if they’ve had an heir, yeah, sure, it’s probably okay’.

And Malor had in fact conceived an heir at that point - 427,662 years ago, in fact

In terms of the developmental age rate of the fallen, Beleth would be 47,293.

The Fallen (angels who became demons) mature at a rate of 260.87 years per one human year.

The Hellborne (those born after Armageddon who were never angels) have a rate of 213.831:1 human year.

Beleth, being an intellectual (and also not interested in children, thank you) as well as deep, deep in the claws of grief, sees Ulysses coming onto him and essentially says, ‘Diva, put that whole routine away, just come play chess with me once a month or something.’

This also lends weight towards Beleth’s instating that Ulysses is more than his body.

Ulysses amends the contract somewhere in his mid twenties because HE is thoroughly convinced that he is worth nothing and clearly Beleth must’ve just been ‘waiting for him to grow up’ (whatever that means because other people CERTAINLY did not wait). Key words being SOMEWHERE IN HIS MID TWENTIES.

(Beleth was not in fact waiting for him to grow up; Prince Malor was just the first person in literally twelve million years to stand up for him at all, in front of Hell’s royalty, at that. This is aided by the fact that the contract wasn't changed the second Ulysses turned 18 or 21 or something.)

Beleth says ‘Free Love (But Not Children You Sick Freaks)’.

Beleth was also busy getting his heart repeatedly put in a blender during that time.

Beleth wrinkles up his nose beneath his mask because Ulysses reeks of Greed and Wrath but he can’t figure out why

Ulysses fell first; he’s been slowly, steadily falling in love for almost half his life.

This surpasses the pining of other, perhaps Bentley-driving and bookshop-residing couples, as ‘half his life’ is 3.4 million years.

Beleth, on the other hand, fell harder and much later into them knowing eachother. It was like getting hit with a brick.

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shitswithoutgiggles · 2 days ago

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Patronus et Eius Sacerdos “Headcanons”

Ulysses has been unrequitedly crushing on Beleth for more than a quarter of his life, and partially thank God for that.

He realizes this once they're settled and happy and thinks, 'You know what? Good.'

When he’s taking a nap in the lap of his big tall cat husband, the back of his bathed in the black fluff of his robe and a blanket draped atop him, half asleep, he thinks to himself:

‘I won.’

Sound effects and confetti fall from the ceiling.

See also: ‘I fixed him’. Only for himself, but you have to think about yourself in this economy.

Beleth picks Ulysses up under the arms and his feet just kick in the air (and Ulysses wouldn't want it any other way).

If he’s on pointe (and Post Fusion almost always is because can’t hurt your feet if you’re a demon), their height difference is two metres, aforeby meaning:

Ulysses is just a little more than a third of Beleth’s height. His neck hurts from looking up at his beautiful spouse. (He starts thinking he was born with the neck he has specifically to look up at The Spouse.)

Due to these minor issues, obviously, Beleth must pick him up.

Ulysses doesn’t like to admit how much he likes being carried around in Beleth’s arms (this isn’t a hassle because Beleth, at this point in the story, for reasons yet unknown, has four arms).

'2 arms are for going about the day, 2 arms are for The Husband'

Beleth would bring Ulysses to meetings but meetings make Ulysses skittish (as does contact with any of Hell’s royalty), so, instead, he gets to lurk about in the palace or anywhere else he pleases. Or, you know, stay all comfortable in what is the nest of blankets that is their bed.

(Congrats, Astaroth, you traumatized your kid so much that he retired at 32; Traumatized him so much, in fact, that all the good karma he accumulated from simply being beaten up landed him in the best position possible.)

Beleth and Ulysses have little tomogatchis of eachother to stay connected even when they’re apart.

They have lockets with eachother's feathers so that they can feel the other's love at all times.

The pupil of Ulysses’ feather is always heart-shaped, and always watching Beleth

Ulysses is always followed by a soothing melody of his choice.

They're so in love that when Beleth gossips with the few beings he is friends with, they're the already settled friend that says, 'girl. Leave them.'

‘He looks at me like I hung the moon. If your man isn’t, leave him.’

He's the friend that looks at you horrified when you tell them about situationships

You tell him the first date ‘wasn’t that horrible’ because at least he had a mattress and he dumped the bucket he pees in before you came over and he’s looking at you with a pinned on smile and eyes full of terror.

The visits of other demons (and entities perhaps created by gods named after letters of the alphabet) are a nightmare.

It's like hearing a horror movie where the protagonist is blindfolded.

Ulysses gets very sad he can’t dip Beleth when they dance; he often unbinds himself just to be able to do so.

This is the only time that Ulysses is ever bigger than Beleth, and, even so, he’s cheating to be that way.

Beleth amuses him and probably finds it funny in an endearing kind of way. He thinks it’s very cute.

He teases Ulysses about it, but not to the point of demeaning him. It's just a thing he finds very nice.

Despite the odds, they became the perfect couple. The cutest, too. The ones that convince you that the romance in the good ol’ days isn’t dead.

If and when they have to be at events together, boy, do they make an entrance. They make you want to eat your glass cup.

One time, Beleth walked in with a peacock perched on his arm. He tossed the bird up and, as it glided to the ground and landed, there stood Ulysses in all his glory.

They’re always dressed fabulously, as well, and you better not say shit about it other than talking about how great they are.

Their outfits are matching yet distinctly individualistic, much like they themselves.

They’re stunning works of art, full of fine detail and rich with craftsmanship and the one thing that strings them together: love.

Whenever Beleth has company over Ulysses is seldom to be seen (often he finds Beleth and whoever is there's conversations boring or just not that interesting, plus Beleth and him just have different friend circles) but every once in a while he can be seen jusy slouched over Beleth's shoulder having a nap.

Ulysses at the start of their relationship acted a lot like 'who? Me?', not out of insecurity, but really taken abacK.

A lot of having never been praised so openly and admiring his husband so much he thinks just being with him is praise enough

'My beautiful husband-' "Wait, me?" 'Yes, dear; are you feeling alright?' "Yeah, yeah, maybe a bit lightheaded, don't mind the blush- actuallyImightneedtositdown"

Ulysses will mention something he likes and the next day it will appear as if by magic on his nightstand. Food, drinks, trinkets, someone's head, no limitation.

Beleth doesn't even send the shadows or a servant, they go to fetch everything personally.

Likewise, Beleth will mention one thing he wants done (ex. 'I should really change our the draping on the bed, what colour do you think would fit best?') and the next day, no matter how big or small the task was (from fixing an outlet to repainting the whole palace and redoing the floors), it will have been done.

Ulysses is the one that takes the most time to preen (because. bird), but he still makes sure to spend just as much time fussing with Beleth's wings, and, if he finishes early, he moves to fussing with their hair to give them as much, if not more, attention than he gave him.

If Ulysses randomly falls asleep, Beleth carries him around everywhere they go, no matter what. He doesn’t care that it might look silly or such, he carries that bird everywhere. It’s a bridal carry if they’re out and about (because he wants Ulysses to look like the graceful sleeping prince that he is), and it depends on the situation when they’re in the safety of their palace (either over the shoulder, underarm, piggyback, or bridal carry).

If Beleth falls asleep, Ulysses just doesn’t move. Beleth is too big. Even if Beleth’s not actively asleep on top of him, he doesn’t leave the room. He watches over Beleth while he sleeps.

Once Beleth fell asleep at a ball and Ulysses stood for hours on end at attention, tail flared to observe all angles, as Beleth snoozed leaning on him.

Even after the ball ended, Ulysses stood there like a statue, always watching. Rumours say he sung soft lullabies the whole time.

Ulysses is not someone who's picky with the attention he gets—one ‘I love you’ will make him fold—and he is assaulted every day by just how much Beleth cares for and notices him.

Because what do you mean he connected health problems Ulysses was having to nutrient deficiencies and proceeded to have them eat meals with more of those nutrients. What do you mean??

What do you mean he noticed how Ulysses sleeps better when on certain fabrics so he replaced all of their bedding??? What do you mean Beleth knows him better than he does??

Beleth finds recipes for insectivorous subspecies of aarakocrae specifically because he figured out Ulysses loves eating bugs (centipedes are his favorite).

(Yes, the fact he loves eating bugs is ironic, it took a very long while to begin eating them again.)

Beleth knows of every single one of Ulysses' habits.

When he tends to wake up naturally, what he likes and dislikes, when he prefers to sleep, to shower, to eat, how much he should eat, what he likes to eat, what kind of cuddling he likes, what kind of music.

It’s just one step away from obsessive.

That step is that they're extremely respectful.

Ulysses may not be the best with the minutia, like Beleth and his details, but he loves strong and he loves true and he tries his hardest no matter what.

He shows his love through loyalty and vulnerability, whereas Beleth shows his love through detail and planning.

He might get their favourite flower wrong, but he still tried to find out which one it was by looking at the decor and piecing together clues

Ulysses may fail, but he tries very, very, VERY hard; Beleth may not do grand displays, but he builds up hundreds of thousands of intricately detailed little things that, in their execution, amount to a grand display.

They both try in the way they know best, and they both love eachother's way of doing so.

Ulysses, in turn, notices Beleth’s effort, and Beleth notices all the little signs that tell him Ulysses trusts him abundantly

For example, Ulysses just… leaves his hilts, all of them, in a specific spot in the en-suite closet. He doesn’t walk around in the palace with any armor, actually, not even the metal on his talons. He’ll just walk around in the robe Beleth got him or pajamas on the days he doesn’t have the energy to properly get dressed.

Ulysses is usually startled awake if moved, but, if it's Beleth, he sleeps through the night like a rock.

Ulysses sleeps better when he hears Beleth’s heartbeat. He just does. It's soothing.

Too many a time has Beleth been tricked by Ulysses asking for ‘just one more minute’ on whatever endeavor he’s set on, too many a time has Beleth gone searching for his darling husband to take their bedtime bath for their collective aching joints only to find him asleep at his desk, surrounded by shadows.

Ulysses still woke up hugged and cuddled by his giant spouse in their comfortable room

He wakes up with his eyes fluttering awake, blinking one eye at a time and still half asleep, only to see Beleth just waiting for him to wake up and lovingly staring.

‘…i fell asleep at my-‘ “You fell asleep at your desk again, yes, dear. Just a little while longer in bed, while the morning is still newborn, then we’ve ought to get you in the bath.” ‘Mm.’ “ ‘Mm’ indeed, dear.”

'Were you just- doing this the whole time? Are you not bored?' "How could I be bored when I have the most beautiful being in front of my eyes and at the tips of my fingers, dear? You're being silly." 'flatterer.'

There are so many little trinkets hiding in the blanket nest - protein shakes, protein bars, vitamins, water, wet wipes, assorted medicines, and so on. Because both of them have a tendency to go through deep depressive periods.

Except they never have to do it alone.

Beleth modifies his palace, the entire thing, to accommodate the vision loss caused by Ulysses’ cataracts. Ulysses knows the place like the palm of his hand by now.

They also both do everything they can to help eachother with their different chronic pains and illnesses.

Both of them have pain in their wings, physical and phantom respectively.

Treatment for this includes pressure therapy, noise therapy, massages, preening, and ointments.

A lot of Beleth’s time is spent being aware of Ulysses’ responses to situations and whether or not he responds to them accordingly.

I.e. Ulysses encounters some hot shot Hellborne at their door who didn’t get the memo from his parents to Not Mess With Domus Belethī and threatens his life; Beleth has a conversation afterwards about how that is not a situation to perceive as safe.

Or, in the inverse, Ulysses perceives some business meeting as ‘if we go there we will die’ and they have a talk about why he thinks that.

Ulysses, in response, tends to pay more attention to what Beleth does and avoids and how that could have an effect on other stuff they might need accomodations with.

(They avoid cold showers; does cold make their pain worse? He should bring a sweater for them when it's cold out.)

Beleth has become a master at backtracking and assuring Ulysses that it's safe, and that nothing bad is currently or is going to happen.

Beleth very quickly learns that ice baths are Bad because he mentions it as a treatment for some ailment or another and he looks up at Ulysses and Ulysses has that wide eyed stare like he’ll claw someone’s throat out (and his tail is open).

Beleth’s also come to trust anything Ulysses says. If Ulysses has a bad feeling about something, they don’t go. If Ulysses says ‘bad vibes’, Beleth goes away from that person.

Sometimes it doesn't make sense, but they still trust his intuition.

They say that his eyes see all, or that he trusts his priest completely.

He's be willing to blind themself if Ulysses was to their side to guide him.

They’re the only two people they’re not constantly hypervigilant around.

Beleth delights in just petting Ulysses; scratching under his beak, stroking the top of his beak, scratching his head, stroking his hair, raking their claws down his back, and so on

Ulysses enjoys hearing Beleth purr - he knows all the spots that will make them comfortable enough to do so.

That mixed with Beleth’s heartbeat is enough to make him sleep through a century.

It’s like the rumbling in their chest just fixes something in him. A lot of things, actually.

They do a lot of ballroom dancing together, and they look so elegant while doing so.

You enter that ballroom and you’re transported to the world of whatever song they’re singing together with angelic voices and perfect harmony and they don’t even notice because they’re too wrapped up in eachother

Just imagining Ulysses' tail and Beleth's hair swooshing around while they spin and dip and move would make one think it was made for them.

Their voices melt together and create art, taking melody and harmony from eachother and casting illusions that are essentially just materializing matter. It’s the beauty of two people who know eachother inside and out.

If one was to look closely, maybe you'd be able to see them fade into eachother just a bit. Not out of dependance, but out of pure shared care and devotion for eachother.

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