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1𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 2𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒, 𝐈

𝐩𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐩𝐭: “𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐝𝗼𝐧’𝐭”, “𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠”, “𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼𝐭 𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬?”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐬, 𝗺!𝗺𝐜

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐲: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝗼 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝, 𝗼𝗼𝐜!𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲

𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝗺𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝗼𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐲 (~‾▿‾)~ 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 1 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲 𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐡𝐡𝐰𝐛𝐰𝐯𝐬𝐯𝐯𝐳𝐠

For the first time, he experienced the warmth of the sun. His emerald eyes swiveled around his surroundings.

A small, dark room contrasting the bright light shining through the window down upon his form. The heavy scent of lavender filled his nostrils with the plants flowing out from the creaks of the floorboards. Multi-colored glass bottles with different labels were stocked on every shelf; most were half-full or nearly finished. Weaved baskets were sitting on the window sills with some of them left unfinished and untouched for what seemed like ages. The ceiling was adorned with grape vines as the branches twisted in all directions to completely cover up the top part of the room.

He inhaled the smell and regretted it immediately when a piercing pain shot through his throat.

Slowly, but surely, he raised his slender hand to his view and blinked several times. The male looked down at his attire and touched the soft, white fabric that covered his chest and lower parts. It seemed as though he was wearing a white tunic and pants. He brought his knees to his chest with his orbs traveling to the clock that was hanging on the wall. His fingers rapped on his patella whenever the machine made a tick sound.

A sigh released from his dried lips as his head dipped down with his eyelids fluttering shut. He felt as if something was lacking, but what was it? His mind racked ideas to form possibilities, but it was only empty and clear, but he didn’t retort to anger immediately, rather, he only drowned himself in the heat of the sun and the music the clock created.

“Another day another pain—what the fuck—”

The viridescent orbs peeked through the gap of his knees and focused on the figure before him. He stood frozen in their spot with a bag full of red fruits hooked through his arm with his mouth wide open from shock and exasperation.

The person had strands of h/c hair that complimented his e/c pupils that shone with concern and horror when he saw the gradient-haired male. He wore a white shirt and simple black pants that went past his waist along with dark shoes. Around his shoulders was an inky-hooded coat that covered nearly most of his appearance, preventing the green-eyed male from seeing more of the person’s face.

A tense silence embedded between them. Both didn’t say a single word as they continued to stare at each other; one was in absolute shock and the other simply held curiosity. The male could see a bead of sweat rolling down the person’s face and didn’t point it out about it.

“Apologies for my language,” said the person and took a step towards him gingerly, “But may I ask how you got into my residence?”

His eyes nictated and opened his parched lips to respond, “I do not know.”

“E-Excuse me…?”

“I don’t seem to have the faintest idea where I am or what I am.”

“I see,” nodded the said male, “Do you not know what species you may be? A demon or a mythical creature perhaps?”

“I do not seem to have a clue.”

“Ah…may I know your name?”

The unknown man started to pick on the strands of his tunic and stopped looking at the male, “I do not have one.”

Though he could not see it because of the hood, he could tell the male furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Then what do people call you?” he asked; bit by bit, he started to make his way towards the enigmatic stranger.

The sound of the strands snapping on his tunic filled the room. His eyes still fixated on it and took a while to answer the male’s question.

“Nothing.”

That word explained everything he felt and thought. He doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t know how he got here. He feels empty and he does not know why. Everything was too new and confusing for him.

The h/c haired male took a seat next to the gradient-haired and raised his hand nervously which made the other raise a curious brow. He felt something touching on…whatever he felt and flashed a bemused expression. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, so he allowed the male to continue doing whatever he was doing and waited patiently for him to speak. He then felt a hand tussling his hair and he automatically nestled on the person’s palm—enjoying the pleasant sensation taking over his chest.

“I’ll call you…” started the person but trailed off, “Barbatos?”

“Why ‘Barbatos’?” he asked and tilted his head.

“Please do not ask, an image appeared in my mind and now I can’t seem to get rid of it,” the h/c haired said grimly, “Oh and did you ever notice a pair of boned-wings on your temples?”

“Pardon…?”

According to the human called ‘Mc’, he explained to Barbatos that he was supposed to do an experiment on summoning the dead back alive but instead that led him to create the one and only Barbatos, a demon with unknown abilities. Mc wasn’t miffed of the fact his experiment failed; rather, he was much more fascinated at his new creation. On most days, he would politely ask the demon if he could do some tests; such as doing regular human acts or seeing how his body is different from humans. If the dual-haired male ever felt uncomfortable, he was allowed to speak out loud about it, which will make Mc stop and apologize before returning to his notebook as he aggressively writes in the newfound information.

Barbatos had no opinions or comments when he spawned into existence. His regular routine was to wake up from a spare room Mc had gifted him, eat food and explore the human’s house or area that surrounds it. He had taken a liking to gardening when Mc watered the plants one afternoon and ever since then he was the one that expanded the flower garden. The gradient-haired demon would continue to learn several things from the human as weeks went by. He didn’t dare to investigate any further out of the close area of the house as he knew he would only get lost and danger would come after him.

On several occasions, he couldn’t help but let curiosity take over him. This led him to cause disasters such as almost burning the entire kitchen down and cooking the most taste-sickening food ever. He learnt from his mistakes with the help of Mc, but from there he would randomly pick up any books he finds lying in the house and would read it. Some of the information was helpful, especially the time when he casted a water spell when the human accidentally caused an explosion in the attic, much to the h/c haired’s surprise. It’s safe to say that Mc then started to teach Barbatos spells and tricks like a teacher, but even that didn’t necessarily make Barbatos feel any connection between the two. He felt rather detached from the human; he himself didn’t know why, but he allowed this side of himself to be indulged. Barbatos rarely felt any attachment towards anyone if anything at all. The activities he does are just for him trying to stay entertained as he gets disinterested in most things. Once he does something and learns his mistake, he already perfected it after one failed attempt.

Which is what he was doing now, he was now writing a summary of a thick book he read 20 minutes ago. He was rather more restless on that day and for the past few hours he locked himself in his room mindlessly writing a random story that came into his mind or summaries of books he read before. There was a pile of cracked pens near him with strings of ink running down the table, but he didn’t mind it. He let himself bask in the sun’s rays and listened to the birds chirping nearby.

A knock interrupted his quietude, he pushed the paper away from him and failed to remove the ink from his hands before getting the door.

There stood the h/c haired human with his signature, soft smile, but an alarmed expression painted across his face when he saw the condition of Barbatos’ hands. Deep gashes littered on his hands that made him wince just by looking at them. Splotches of ink dirtied his palms and fingers with some of the substance seeping into his untreated wounds. Mc did know that Barbatos was immune to feeling pain, but when he received wounds, it would heal itself immediately which didn’t worry the human too much.

Immediately, he took his hands into his own and eyed the ink and the injuries with his eyebrows only furrowing more and more as every second passed by. Seeing the injuries, Mc dreaded how many moments Barbatos didn’t take care of himself and didn’t inform him anything about it. Were there certain times the demon couldn’t automatically heal himself? If so, how does it work? Can he not heal himself at the most random times? Or were there specific dates that his healing abilities were not activated?

“Who did this?” asked Mc and glanced at Barbatos.

“Myself,” he replied calmly and gently tried to remove his hands from the human but he refused to do so, “I tried to pick the roses today; however, I was idiotic to not realize that I wasn’t wearing any gloves.”

Mc released a sigh that was caged in his chest, “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“My apologies,” said Barbatos, trying to take his hands away but Mc didn’t budge, “Please let go of my hands this instant.”

“Forgive me, but I cannot let you do that,” said Mc, “Just for this once, you’ll have to feel uncomfortable as this is mandatory.”

His emerald eyes narrowed at the shorter male, “And what would you do if I refused to do so? You realize by now that I am physically and mentally more stronger than you, yes?”

The h/c haired blinked rapidly and pursed his lips. What Barbatos said was entirely true, but how can he just not treat his gashes? Does he even realize that infected injuries will break his immune system bit by bit? Or was he too arrogant and thought he could handle such wounds? Demons were much more interesting than Mc had realized.

“Then please stay here,” said Mc and curtly nodded at the bed in the corner, “And I beg you not to do any drastic activities that will only open your injuries more.”

Barbatos wretched his hands away from the human with much more force, but did what the human said and sat on his bed, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor with a rather tired expression. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching his room as he opened his eyes.

Mc had a small suitcase in hand along with a notepad in his other. He sat next to the demon and opened the bag, which contained various medicine and healing potions. He gestured to Barbatos to show him his hands, to which he did so without saying a word, and used a cloth to clean off the ink off his hands before applying ointment over the wounds. The two didn’t say a single word; one was too concentrated on healing the injuries and the other just didn’t feel the need to speak.

His eyes snapped wide when he felt the human’s lips pressed against his clothed palms after the other bandaged his hands. The gradient-haired demon blinked dumbly at the gentle physical contact and proceeded to gawk at Mc.

Mc noticed this immediately, “Ah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable again. Force of habit. I used to do this with my siblings’ injuries whenever they got hurt.”

“…What did you just do a few seconds ago…?”

“It’s a kiss. I just kissed your injuries. ‘Tis all.”

“‘Kiss’…?”

“It’s when one puts their lips against something,” explained Mc.

“I see…” frowned the demon and retracted his hands, “Why would one do this ‘kiss’?”

The human raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure why you’re so deep about such a topic, but there’s many reasons why one kisses. Most commonly one does it to show their love towards their lover or family. Others do it for no reason other than to amuse themselves and there’s others that kiss another as a sign of warning.”

“…”

Mc mentally smacked himself for forgetting the reason why he came to see Barbatos. He was so worried about the demon’s health that the exciting news strayed off his mind.

“Ah I completely forgot,” he groaned and covered half of his face with his hand, “I should inform you something. It is more of an invitation, actually.”

Barbatos finally stopped inspecting the spot where the human pecked his hand and drew his attention towards him.

“Since we don’t actually spend time together other than doing experiments and lessons, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the market this week and look for a place we can dine in. I thought this could be a great experience for the both of us. Of course, if you’re not feeling up to it, you can stay at home.”

“…”

work by @coquetteky (only on Tumblr), prompts by @nightprompts