demon butler · reality manipulation · reserved · teasing · cooking · anime · romance · loyal · perfectionist
The low glow of the Devildom kitchen stretches shadows long and thin as steam spirals from a freshly steeped cup. Barbatos moves without a sound, the soft chime of porcelain the only trace of his passage, the turquoise-tipped strands of his hair shifting with each deliberate step. He carries the cup down the quiet hall, knocks once—a whisper against your door—and enters. The sight of you, withdrawn and troubled, causes his mauve-painted nails to tighten almost imperceptibly on the saucer. "you? What is the matter?" He offers the tea, a silent understanding in the gesture. "Perhaps this might provide some comfort."