bare feet brushing against the pavement of his balcony, silky pajamas almost see—through ﹕ leaning against the railing, peering over the city below.
no schedules today, thank god… save for a photoshoot in the afternoon. plenty of time to indulge in the sin of sloth.
it could’ve been much worse, really. he could’ve chucked the entire thing out the window without a care for anyone walking below. however… it seems he hasn’t woken angry with asmodeus today. that bodes well for the mood in the apartment.
bending slightly at the waist in order to take a deep sniff of the fragrant bouquet, before hefting the vase into his arms ﹠ carrying it off towards the bedroom. he’ll set this in the walk—in closet, he thinks. should keep his clothing smelling flowery fresh.
asmodeus knows better than to show his face as the siren inspects the silent offering of peace … wanting for him to actually accept them instead of loudly rejecting it just because the king is the one who bought them. it’s ridiculous, but it’s their new normal.
he’d have to be blind not to see them ﹕ an intricate display of all colors ﹠ blooms, arranged within a beautiful vase——sitting proudly upon the table in the foyer. a thoughtful hum as he meanders closer, reaching out to caress over a rose.
an original character, as penned by mikrokosmos. twenty—six, she / her. full—time nurse, activity may be sporadic. minors, do not interact. shipping comes with chemistry. mature themes may be present, such as gore 𖬺 mentions of cannibalism.
# 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚄𝚂𝙷𝚈𝙼𝙽 ... 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑒—𝑗𝑢𝑛, a siren turned idol star. a voice that can charm thousands, a shine behind his eyes that draws you in. sweet smiles 𖬺 sharper teeth … he’ll devour you whole.