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Deus couldn't stop looking at Mephisto. He knew it's stupid but he couldn't— it's soo weird. It's not a bad weird, but it's a good weird, a part of him felt relived at that and a part was annoyed by it. It's not that he's into alphas, it's just that he couldn't stop staring is why. At first it started slow and easy. Like simple.
Deus was was having a conversation with Beryl, the reddish auburn man was speaking softly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern at Deus's every words, as if he's telling Beryl that he accidentally unalive all creatures in another random dimension. Beryl nodded his head with a small smile, fidgeting with his hands, then— he caught sight of Mephisto's back, the white cape clung to his shoulders, mimicking his movements as he walked down to another hall. Those dark purplish locks and his long gloves was easy for Deus to recognised who it was immediately. Deus wanted to shout Mephisto's name but he didn't. He watched him go.
That was weird encounter for Deus but he didn't say anything, knowing that making a big deal about it would be a hassle for no reason at all— he thought that it won't happened again, it probably won't, that's just a coincidence. Maybe it is. But who would have thought that fate is gonna let that go easily. It happened again. This time however he didn't converse with anyone or bumped into Mephisto. Nergal ordered him and as much as he hates it, he does as he was ordered to do.
Nergal could summoned Mephisto by himself but no, he didn't, he made him search for Mephisto to create a potion. A simple potion for Leon, it's soo simple Nergal could summoned Mephisto and made him do it, but he didn't and that irritated Deus. Soo much. The potion ordered by Nergal was a potion that make Leon's body feel not sore after having sex with them. It'd make his body not rigid but better, so he won't feel the sore and tiredness. Nergal could do it himself but he don't and that make Deus's blood boiled.
In frustration, he stormed to Mephisto's lab and once he arrived, he slammed the door open. He had to control his voice to sound calm but he knew, his actions did not. He forced his voice to sound bored and casual so Mephisto won't murder him for his aggressive actions, he knew Mephisto preferred peace and quiet in this castle so him, disturbing it would mean that he threatened his solitude.
Mephisto's head peeked up at the harsh sound, turning towards Deus, upon seeing him, Mephisto gave a smile. “Pleasant seeing you here, Deus.” he greeted, while Deus gave a glared towards him. “Cut the crap. ” Deus demanded, his voice was hasty as usual. But it seemed to interest Mephisto, “Hm?”
Deus rolled his eyes at that. He don't want to spend another second here so he went straight to the point. “Nergal ordered you to create a potion for Leon. ” He said, voice tinged with annoyance. “What kind of potion?” Mephisto inquired, Deus gave an unimpressed look at Mephisto as he shoved his hands inside his pant's pockets, explaining briefly to Mephisto, who nodded his head in understanding as he went to work. Deus stood there, “You can wait here.” Mephisto requested with a smile, Deus scoffed, “As if I wanna be here. ” which earned a chuckle from the dark purplish haired man.
“It won't take long. ” Mephisto sing-song lightly, as he grabbed ingredients using his tentacles, back and forth he moved, his cape as well followed his movements. Flowing with his movements not in an aggressive way but gracefully. And Deus hated that. As he stared at Mephisto, his landed on his expressions, focused and concentrated. Though the smile didn't quite falter, his brows that twitched in the slightest way tells otherwise. His eyes observed every movement, every flicker of his expression and his fingers. Deus could tell that he was calculating.
He really put efforts in his works. It was, what can Deus say, attractive. It was attractive that he pay attention nicely and puts his work with efforts. How come Deus didn't notice that before— that quickly snapped him out of his thoughts, he shaked his head lightly. What is he thinking? What are those thoughts all of a sudden? “And there all done. ” Mephisto announced, as he took the bottle in his hand and walking towards Deus. “Here. Thank you for dropping by. ” he gave a smile, handing it to Deus but Deus snatched the bottle from his hand. Still, his gaze stayed on Mephisto. He caught a tiny speck of dust near his upper jaw.
“You got something near your jaw. ” Deus said, his voice steady. Mephisto looked confused as he started to wipe his jaw but funnily he didn't reach the speck of dust at all, “Is it gone? ” Mephisto asked, he wiped his cheek also. Which Deus scoffed at. “No, you're not even halfway there. ” Deus bring his hand up to wipe the tiny bit of dust near his lip. Gently brushing his skin, removing his hand as quick as possible. “There. It's gone. ” Deus turned his gaze away, before Mephisto could say anything, he left. Closing the door behind him. He let out a sigh.
What was that?
It was strange that he offered help to Mephisto indirectly. It was strange but it's okay he guess. It's okay for an alpha to help another alpha. It's a completely platonic touch and nothing more, it's normal right? But something's screaming at him that it's not. Maybe this'll pass, it will pass. It won't happen again, and just thinking about it makes him irritated. It won't happen again.
But fate seems to hate him. No, it hated him, very much. And another encounter happened again. This time it was Deus himself, he was bored. So he take a stroll around the castle, it was a really boring day— even fucking Leon didn't do much to ease his boredom, pounding into him for several rounds didn't pushed the boredom away. It's annoying, there's a feeling that told him to do something other than this, Deus never really listens to his feelings but this time he did, because it kept bothering him, so in frustration, he takes a stroll.
Sighing, Deus could tell that the feeling inside him has ease a little bit. Just a little bit, if he turned back it'll start pestering him more, so he didn't turn back— instead he find himself ending up in the library of all places. He had never really came here, but even if he did, it's just a pass. A glance at the door, just that. To ease this feeling inside him, he walked towards the library sections, he stopped when he saw a book, opening the pages, Deus face twisted into disgust. It was about a love story, clichè. Putting the book back in its place, Deus went through another section.
Then he spotted a leather book. Taking it out, Deus could tell that the book was made out of leather with small red diamonds decorated on the middle. It's weird, the book's name was, Attraction is not the same as Love. Deus rolled his eyes at that, he never thought that something as fancy as this book would be a clichè name. And of course, Deus knew that attraction is not the same as love. Opening the inside of the book, he stopped at a random page.
21. Emotional attraction.
Emotional attraction occurs when someone finds a person's personality heart or spirit attractive rather than their physical appearance. It can be viewed as a sign of respect or admiration. It shows that they want to know the person deeply.
Emotional attraction is very deep, it can slowly developed feelings or sometimes quickly. However it depends on the situation.
Deus read the words in it, emotional attraction. It's about respect or admiration and what else? Could it be just that? Could it? But he didn't think so. Deus flip another page, as he went to sit down on a couch. Reading while walking is dizzying. As he plopped down, he read the book, Deus never believed in love. He thinks it's a waste of time and really useless. So reading this book was giving him some knowledge about it, not love but various attractions. And there's even aesthetic attraction. How come he didn't know about that?
Deus was somehow soo immersed in the book, he didn't hear footsteps on the library. He didn't notice when someone's behind him, leaning down, close to him, till they spoke. “Behavorial attraction, huh? ” Deus whipped his head at the sound of Mephisto's voice near his ear, the fuck is he doing here? Mephisto chuckle at the sudden head turn. “I apologize for my sudden intrusion, Deus. ” Deus in return glared at him, Mephisto was leaning down with his arms crossing over his chest. Deus looked away from Mephisto as he continued to read the book. But Mephisto was still there, he could feel the smile displaying on his lips and the way he still leaned down. He too, seemed interested in the book.
Deus turned his head back, slowly this time, as he was about to retort. His mouth fell, his gaze struck at Mephisto's side profile. The outline of his nose, the sharp end of it and the way it's soo smooth, those soft lips crafted in a smile and his gaze locking on the book in ease. His arms crossed over his chest as he leaned down, Deus knows that Mephisto is handsome but he didn't know that he can be soo alluring too. It's clear. It clear that he's staring again, unlike like last time, he was admiring the way he work, now he's admiring his facial features. Deus was awe-strucked. And it's very clear and conspicuous on Deus's expression.
Then, Mephisto turned towards him, “What?” it was a concise inquiry. It's very short. But to Deus, the small what from Mephisto was thundering inside him, the small what was having various versions and questions about them. Deus could feel his heartbeat thumping louder, he wonder if Mephisto heard him too. And why is Mephisto looking at him like that? His gaze stayed on Deus, his ruby diamond eyes linger on him, his lips parted slighty, and he's really staring at Deus— Deus gulped. His gaze fully directed at Mephisto. “What?” Deus repeated, voice quiet and slow, it's unlike Deus.
The sound of footsteps interrupted them, Deus quickly whipped his head away. And of all people it was Beryl who was having a concerning look. His eyes scanning the two of them, Mephisto looked up at the sound too. Beryl looked quite astounded to see them both here or both very quiet. Mephisto straightened his back. His arms still crossed over his chest, “Ah! Beryl pleasant seeing you here. ” Mephisto gave his signature smile towards Beryl. While Deus abruptly stood up, leaving the book there. Passing through Beryl who was more in the state of perplexity.
As Deus made his way towards the door, he pushed the door opened as he slammed it shut. Once outside from the room, Deus ran a hand through his hair. Sighing— what the fuck was that again? It happened again? Deus told himself that it won't happened again but it did. He groaned, removing his hand from his hair. Walking away from the tension and the scene he accidentally created, again. Deus went to his room, plopping down.
Why is it always him? Always Mephisto? If Nergal finds out about this, what would he say? Will he be disappointed? Will he throw him out? Probably. No, he definitely will.
Deus know he's not into Mephisto not because he's an alpha but even if he's an alpha he sees Mephisto more of a rival to him than anything. So why? What is up with these sudden feelings and these encounter that made him question himself. Deus swears that it won't happen again, but they just did. And that irritated him than ever. Deus closed his eyes. He never felt this way before, but now, when he's looking at Mephisto, he felt like the world has gone blurry and only Mephisto matters, it's... Odd.
He needs sleep. He really needs it now. Deus lets out an exhale. As one last thought came to him. Does Mephisto feel the same? Then he slowly drifted to slumberland.
As days passed by, it was normal. It really was, but Nergal as ever, summoned Deus again and made him search for Mephisto— Deus was not pleased by it, not in the slightest. At all, he tried to complain but he knew complaining will get him nowhere, and so Deus dragged himself to find Mephisto, this time Nergal wanted a potion for himself, it's a potion that made him last longer in battles as Nergal decided to visit another dimension for the next few days. Deus strolled through the castle with some corners filled with mana. By Mephisto. As Deus arrived, he opened the door. Unlike last time, he didn't slammed it harshly but today, he opened it gently, the creak of the door caught Mephisto's attention, who perked his head up to see who it is.
Deus didn't greet Mephisto, instead he gave an explanation to Mephisto directly— which earned a small chuckle from the man. As he returned to his table and do his work, this time, however, Mephisto asked for his help. “Deus, do you mind if you could give me that dark green potion over there.” Mephisto pointed to a shelf, a pile of potions in it. Deus scoffed at that. “Sure. Whatever. ” Deus went to the shelf and took the dark green one as asked. As he walked to Mephisto, he stood just a few distance between them, facing his front at the table, to see how it's going. Handing it to Mephisto, who flashed a smiled in return. “Thank you, Deus. ”
Deus didn't say anything as he turned towards Mephisto, immersed in the work ordered at hand. His smile stayed there, on his lips, his hands habitually picking ingredients after ingredients. Like it's habit, it should probably is. Considering the years they've known eachother. And now that Deus remembered, Mephisto used to have long hair, tied in a loose braid. He remembered his slightly furrowed brows which reminded Deus of Beryl but one who's not always worrying 24/7, Deus felt a feeling that he missed his long hair. Now it's short.
Deus don't get why, but he wanted to run his hands through Mephisto's locks. Feel the softness of his hair in them, caressing them. Deus didn't even realise he's staring. “You're staring. ” Mephisto announced. Turning his head slightly to look at Deus. Who came back to reality with a scoffed, “Oh. Shut up. ” Deus intended to sound more harsher, but that came out soft, not quiet but enough for the both of them to hear it. Then, Deus walked to some corner of the room near the door. He closed his eyes silently, again, he has never been soo disappointed in his life. What is he even doing? Staring again. If Mephisto had any idea of how pathetic he has been, he'll never live this down and probably he'll went to another dimension, never returning again.
Then Mephisto came over, Deus opened his eyes, has his steps always been always silent? Or is Deus too lost in thoughts? “Here.” Mephisto handed him the potion. Deus didn't snatch it, he gently took it, which surprised both of them but mostly Deus— Deus has never been gentle with things, but why now? When he opened the door too, earlier, he does it with slowness, as if afraid he'll disturbed Mephisto's clarity. And why does Deus care if he disturbed it? Why would he care? He never cares. So why now? Deus met Mephisto's eyes, he scan his face, there's no specks of dust, liquid or anything in his cheek, jaw or chin. Nothing there.
He felt like there's something unexplainable between them. Something indescribable. Something he can't decipher. “Thanks.” Deus turned away, not letting another word from Mephisto get to him. Walking away.
Why does Deus felt like this? He hates himself for feeling this way. What is this feeling? Mephisto made him feel soo uneasy, not in a suspicious way but like something gnawing at his chest. That feeling, like he wanted to spill the words and the truth right at him, but he can't, what if he'll laugh at him? Deus would rather get ripped apart by a demon than live his life in shame. Deus arrived at Nergal's office. Bowing his head in respect, handing him the bottle and left. If Deus stayed longer, he would see the smirk displaying on Nergal's lips.
It would be only three days from now that Nergal would disappear, slaying the demons in another dimension. Damn him, in the morning, Deus does his usual routine, train, shower, eat. Like he usually always does— but what caught his attention was Mephisto. And no, Mephisto was not alone, he was talking with some advisor. It seems.
The way Mephisto smiled at the person and Deus's felt like something was telling him to get over there and steal Mephisto away, when he saw that the advisor flushed red at some words he said, Deus blood boiled, Mephisto is supposed to be the one talking with him like that, interacting with Deus like that, casually leaving compliments, and Deus would scoffed at them. But watching Mephisto smirk widened as he teased the advisor more. It makes him want to ripped that person organs into a million of pieces. And that— that fully stopped Deus.
What is he thinking? What is Deus thinking? Is he jealous of some advisor who's flustered by Mephisto? Why is he even thinking about this? Mephisto is an alpha! An alpha! So why is he jealous, he had no reason to be jealous. Turning his head, Deus walked away, and if only, Deus could have stayed much longer then he'd see the gaze Mephisto landed on him.
Training again, this time he had gone more rough, more aggressive and definitely more alert and hostile. Beryl was confused at his sudden anger, he was wondering why was Deus soo harsh today. Deus single-handedly ripped the demon's head as some launched at him again. Deus used his sword to sliced their heads off, Beryl was just too shocked to say anything. More confused though.
It shouldn't affect him this much but it did. And fuck, it made his skin itched with frustration, annoyance and there's still that feeling. That jealousy— it lingered there. And Deus ripped a demon again, not just it's head but it's entire body. He threw it aside, they didn't launched at him, no he launched at them. Instead of him running away and ducking his head, they ran, fear etched on their hideous faces, screams pilled the dungeon. Beryl was now amazed and baffled. Killing the demons there. Blood sputtered everywhere— and Deus was still not at ease.
As the fights ended, Deus panted, as Beryl rested his palms on his knees, too tired. Then the reddish wolf looked up, his eyes shimmering with admiration and astonishment. “Deus... That was amazing! ” he shouted. A smile making its way to his face, his face brightening with joy, Deus didn't say anything as he glared at the demons lifeless body. Turning away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Shut up. ” that came out quiet, but enough for the both of them to hear it. “Okay!” Beryl didn't noticed it, gladly. Following Deus from behind him. He would arrogantly respond with pride but now, Deus kept quiet, he still felt incomplete, his heart unfilled and missing a piece. It stilled—stagnant.
On the way out, Beryl and Deus engaged in a small conversation. Nothing more than that. If Deus were to be in a normal day, he would be walking with pride and cockiness etched across his face, but he didn't feel like it— not today. As Deus stubbornly walked with Beryl. They didn't go seperate ways, they went to shower.
Beryl looked excited, maybe too excited. What is he excited about? And Deus gets his answer when Beryl searched for Leon— in normal days, he would also fuck him, but he didn't feel like it. He just don't. Deus thought that he'll take a stroll through the castle, it's only a few days from now that Nergal will leave. And speaking of Nergal, Deus wonder if Nergal ever found out about these feelings and emotions he had for Mephisto, what will he say? Will he be disgusted? Maybe he will.
Sighing, Deus could feel his tense shoulders slightly ache and his legs tired. Has he trained that much? But it didn't feel like it. It feels like he wasn't killing enough demons, like he had only killed just 20. How useless. Deus lets his thoughts drifted— why is it that this jealousy is somehow consuming him? It's Mephisto, why would Deus be jealous of Mephisto's flirting, wait, no, not flirting, but teasing of all people? Why is he jealous? It feels weird, like he wanted to throw that advisor in a pile of dry dog shit and burned him right then and there. As Deus was too lost in his thoughts. He accidentally bumped into someone and that someone of all people is Mephisto.
Deus was about to protest at the person. Telling them to watch where they're going but his mouth closed shut as he saw Mephisto. Who looked up, “ Ah! Deus, pleasant seeing you here. ” of course, it's pleasant to see me here, when was the last time it wasn't pleasant? Deus wanted to say that, but he did not. He kept his mouth shut. Instead, he gave his usual scoff, then Mephisto lightly pointed to his cheek, as if instructing him, “There's something in your cheek. ” he says, Deus was confused but he quickly recovered from it. As he wiped his cheeks, there's truly nothing there. “Are you playing games with me? ”
Mephisto however bring his hand up, wiping something like liquid in his cheek. How come he didn't feel it. But the most important question was how he wanted to leaned into the slight touch. How he wanted to rest his cheek in his palm, kissed it gently. Graze his palm with his lips, and as just Mephisto's hand was about to pull away, Deus completely surrender at his thoughts. Completely leaning his cheek in his palm. Mephisto was taken back but he didn't pull away. Deus felt his heart race with thoughts. But he pushed them aside, leaning into Mephisto's warm palm. Closing his eyes, like he waited and wanted for Mephisto to touch him. Even in the slightest.
And now, Mephisto did. But with Deus who lets his cheek rested against his palm. It sounds odd to say this but Deus finds comfort in it. Keeping his eyes closed, he turned his head lightly towards Mephisto's palm as he pressed a light kiss against it. Surprising Mephisto— Deus wanted them to stay this way, wanted them to embrace eachother in the warmth of eachother, but the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway snapped them both out of it. Mephisto pulled his hand back, Deus felt disappointed at the sudden dispersed of Mephisto's warm hand.
Deus knew Mephisto didn't like being touched— but when Deus leaned against his palm, he didn't pull away immediately, he lets Deus kissed it even, Mephisto didn't say anything as he walked passed Deus— Deus on the other hand, felt like victory. Like he win something. Or maybe, he did win something, he gets to leaned and pressed a kiss even in Mephisto's palm. Oh, how the spark of joy was overwhelming him, his previous confidence and haughty cockiness is returning. Deus felt overjoyed.
A smile made its way to his lips. He clenched his hand in a fist. A smile spreading across his face, he sighed loudly in relief, confidence sparking in his chest. Deus went back to his room. He didn't want to have sex with Leon all of a sudden— he wanted to stay in his room, sleeping in the comfort of his bed. He sighed again, a smile stayed on his lips, Deus leaned down against the soft pillow. He replayed Mephisto's slightly flushed cheeks, and his baffled expression. It was... Cute.
Due to the training today, Deus could feel his sore limbs. Earlier, that training didn't feel tiring at all, now he could feel again— as sleep took over him, his eyes shut closed and his breathing steady. It felt like peace, like the kind of peace he hadn't really known.
The next day, Deus trained again, however this time, he's more calm and collected unlike yesterday. Beryl and him surprising interacted more in the dungeon—as Deus slayed the demons with ease. Then after showering, he went to eat. With Beryl of course, who asked about his behaviour yesterday. Which Deus skipped those questions mostly, and changing the subject everytime. Beryl frowned at this but he didn't want to provoked Deus, since today he looked in serenity. So, Beryl made a smart decision, he didn't proceed to further asked any questions regarding yesterday.
With Beryl going to make out with Leon again, his tail was wagging in happiness. Deus scoffed at that, turning away, he strolled the castle again, he found himself in an old room, there was a huge circular window in the corner, showing the place beneath the enormous castle— Deus looked down, his silver hair brushes against his lower back but it didn't bother him at all. As Deus stared at the gigantic crumbled rocks, a creak of the door opened from behind him. Startling Deus, which he turned abruptly at the sound.
“Who... ” but his words were cut short as he saw the figure of the person, it's Mephisto, how did he find him here? As Mephisto stood on the doorway, he gave a smile towards Deus. “Ah! Deus, we run into eachother again.” Mephisto calmly greeted, “Maybe it's fate or coincidence. ” he added. Deus gave a small huff at that, as Mephisto entered inside. His smile still there, it seems that he has recovered from the touch yesterday as if it never happened. It somehow irritated Deus.
“Please.” Deus glared. “I don't believe in fate.”
“So do I. ”
Mephisto came to stand besides Deus. Looking down at the place below them. “It's soo lifeless. ” Deus suddenly said, it's not quiet but enough to hear. Mephisto looked at Deus, “Hm?” then Mephisto
glanced back at the place. “It is. ”
Deus crossed his arms, “No wonder we needed reproduction in this place. Damn, even demons could give give birth faster than us. ” Deus spoke, his gaze settling down on the place. Deus continued. “If this place was able to reproduce. I wonder what it'd look now. Maybe it could be full of people, monsters even. It's feels like a headache— don't you think so. ” Deus turned towards Mephisto and Deus is glad he did. Mephisto, the one Deus couldn't stop staring at, was staring at him now. His lips slightly parted as he tilted his head lightly. And fuck, Deus almost, almost, lost it.
He wanted to leaned down and pressed his lips to Mephisto's but his stupid mouth inquired a concise question. “What?” Deus asked, his tone was soft like. It surprised him, but he hated nothing more cause he asked a ridiculous question. And Deus wanted to slapped himself as Mephisto looked away. “Oh. Nothing. ” Mephisto gave a smile at him.
Deus screamed inside, why did he uttered that word, just why? Why? He lost his chance! Deus wanted to slapped himself soo hard, it hurts. “I better get going. ” Mephisto replied, just as he was about to walked away, Deus hand instinctively reached out. “Wait.” this stopped Mephisto who didn't budged his hand off. He looked confused. Now what was Deus supposed to say? Great, he started this embarrassment, why did he do that?
“I—” Deus gave a long pause at that. Then he swallowed, eyes locked on Mephisto. “Wait. Just wait. ” Mephisto fully turned at Deus. “What is it? ” Mephisto quired. Walking towards Deus, slightly closing the space between them, not pulling his arm away from Deus's grip. “Look— I, don't know what overcome me. But would you... stay with me. ”
“I am. ”
Deus sighed, “Over the past few weeks, I— I couldn't stop staring at you. ” Mephisto nodded his head with a smile, “Yeah, I noticed. ”
“So, now.” Deus suppressed the groaned that threatened to come out. “You don't know what to do. but Mephisto finished the sentence for him, which filled him with shame and relief at the same time. Deus didn't scoffed or huff at that, he felt pathetic. Soo pathetic right now. He didn't feel like himself, “Yeah. That. ”
“And what exactly do you want me to do? ” Mephisto tilted his head, his smile still present there. He seemed more amused at the situation, Deus find himself liking that about Mephisto, though it did annoyed him. Deus sighed, what should he say, there are many reasons he wanted to say out loud. But he could only come up with one. “Kiss me.” Deus blurted out. Mephisto smile dropped at the sudden suggestion, not because he's disgusted but because he's bewildered.
Then a laugh came from Mephisto, a small laugh. “You want me to kiss you? ” Deus didn't say anything, so Mephisto being Mephisto took that as a yes. “Alright.” Deus widened his eyes at the casual answer, but he slowly leaned down, letting their foreheads touched, Deus closed his eyes, letting an exhale through his nose, Mephisto looked up, making their noses touched as well, despite Mephisto's monocle eyeglass, Deus reached down gently. Then, their lips brushes against one another.
It was slow.
It's not messy, but a purposeful, deliberate kiss. Mephisto kissed back, so as Deus. It feels like they've yearned for this. Deus let go of Mephisto's arm as he slide down his hand into the other man's palm. Both of their warm mouths enveloped eachother, kissing back each time they split apart, Mephisto closed his eyes, tightening his hold on Deus's hand— Deus sensed that as he lets his other hand rest lightly on Mephisto's hip.
As their warm breaths brushed against eachother, they returned to their kiss. Deepening, responding and letting their kiss lingered longer. They were answering in a steady rhythm. Breathing slowly, their tongues entangled and tied to one another. Softly letting go of the kiss, Mephisto and Deus opened their eyes and Deus feels like he was struck by lightning— Mephisto's calculating, keen eyes was now hazy, staring at Deus. Panting lightly, his velvet wine gem stone eyes locked into Deus red strawberry eyes.
Mephisto is soo... Beautiful, maybe more than beautiful.
As they walked back to their respective places, Deus walked closely with Mephisto, perhaps a bit too close, as his large fingers lightly touched Mephisto's. But covered by Mephisto's cape, their fingers entangled, they didn't say anything. It feels comfortable in their shared space— just them, alone, no one interrupting. Then, they came to a stop. Mephisto is headed to his library, Deus turned to him. “See you. ” as he gently let go of their intertwined hands, Mephisto gave a soft smile.
“See you. ”
Then they part ways.