IMAGINE
Ok ok ok. This is so cute and everything i want like-
You'll see.
So imagine you're strolling along with your overworked sweetheart. A walk outside was your solution to getting them away from the stress. It's going well so far, you're holing hands and enjoying a comfortable silence. But then, some person approaches from ahead and stops in front of you two. They start small talk over their own complaints. You know those people who start talking to you like: "Hello there, nice weather isn't it? Btw did you hear about [some issue that doesn't involve you nor them]? It's just ridiculous! Y'know what I think? Blah blah blah." You can see your poor love stiffen beside you, the stress returning to their body. As you try to come up with some excuse, your poor darling just turns to you and face plants into your shoulder/chest/whichever (depending on your height). That kinda creates a pause between both you and the stranger. But you run with it before they can say anything else. "Sorry my partner is exhausted and can no longer partake in social activities with other people." Then you sling your arm around them, turn around, and walk home.
I honestly can't decide if I want to be the one just face planting onto my partner or the one protecting them from conversation. Like I'm stressed, but also my cuddle-protect instincts can't be ignored.
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Finally had time to read the second part of the event and It has the same thing I have been talking for months, that everytime Thirteen appears, she doesn't interact with anybody? At least Mephisto and Raphael interact with each other, which Is so weird because these two aren't really friends in comparison with Thirteen and Mephisto? seeing these two together in events lately Is weird, especially bcuz they don't have a lot in common and don't seen to act like friends, more like acquaintances...
Feel like I don't have the "right" to complain about It since she doesn't have a card in this event, but they decided to put her anyways, and the way the devs have choosen to write her are making me scratch my head, I wonder If I'm the only one I see It bcuz I haven't seen anyone mention It... or maybe I'm imagining it?????
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Reflection
Relationships: No explicitly stated relationships, it can be interpreted as platonic or romantic.
Warnings: Minor Obey Me! Nightbringer spoilers, theory exploring, an attempt at minor horror, slight angst
Personal comments in tags.
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You woke up in the middle of the night in the large mansion you’ve grown somewhat accustomed to over the past few weeks.
It wasn’t the House of Lamentation, with your bed under a tree and warm light all around, but the solemn and eternal cool yet dim light of Cocytus Hall would have to do.
You’re kind of thirsty, so you slowly inch yourself up, rubbing at your eyes before you head outside of your room.
The hallways were dim, as always, and there wasn’t a sound in the mansion. Huh. Solomon must not be home yet, then.
You’re not actually sure what exactly he does or where he goes. Solomon, being Solomon, kept many things from you, after all. He probably explores the Devildom a lot, if some of his random anecdotes and stories of the day were anything to go off of. Maybe he’s even trying to scam a demon.
Either way, it was a little… lonely, perhaps even a bit eerie being inside Cocytus Hall by yourself. You missed hearing the various types of ruckus that the brothers and the occasional guest would make. You missed hearing Lucifer scold Mammon, or Mammon protesting his innocence before being strung up. You missed hearing Levi fanboy inside his room or complaining about the noise outside. You missed hearing Satan snap or retort at someone before going back to his books, the angry bookworm that he was. You missed the sound of Asmo recording for Devilgram and his various sounds of joy and excitement. You missed the sound of the twins checking up on each other.
But you can’t have that. Not when these memories aren’t anywhere near your current time, which was gods know where, deep and far back into the past, where nobody knew you.
Of course, you were grateful to Solomon, following after you. It didn’t seem entirely pure of heart, being weirdly opportunistic about all this, but it was to be expected in a place full of demons and darkness, you suppose.
You wonder about how the brothers and company back home were doing.
They were probably losing their minds. Perhaps scouring every inch of the three realms to search for any sign that you were doing okay, that you were doing well. But they could only rely on the hopes that Solomon could help bring you back.
It was a sobering thought.
Just then, you start hearing some noise from downstairs.
“MC? MC, I’m home. I’m going to cook dinner for us, okay?” Solomon calls out, his voice ringing through the empty halls.
Oh, no, that won’t do.
You start quickly making your way to the stairs down, but then stop as you hear his voice again, this time behind you.
“MC? Ah, there you are,” he says, looking at you with a warm expression. “I was wondering who I heard running through the halls.”, he jokes.
You open your mouth to reply, then you hear him speak again.
“No need to order takeout. You like chicken soup, correct? I’ll make it for you.”
Solomon looks at you with an unusually urgent expression now, grabbing your hands. “MC. Listen to me very carefully, now-”
He gets cut off by the sounds of footsteps ascending up the stairs before he could even finish his explanation.
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