Despite how welcoming the rest of the house felt, this was the one place where you felt most at home. You stared up at the stars affixed to the ceiling in the planetarium. You weren’t knowledgeable when it came to constellations or star maps, but it was the one thing that felt familiar in the ever-present darkness of Devildom.
You knew that this place was special for him too, though for very different reasons.
Belphegor lay down as well, his body facing the opposite way from you, his head on the other half of his pillow next to yours. Though you were still getting used to his presence--you weren’t sure if you would ever truly be able to forget what he had done to you--the small efforts he made to have peaceful moments like this with you weren’t lost on you completely.
A particularly bright star caught your attention and you watched as it slightly twinkled, as though it winked at you through the magical distance.
“Belphie?” you asked.
He hummed in assent, too tired for more than that.
“Do you miss it?”
You didn’t have to clarify, could feel the way he slightly tensed at the question before relaxing again. There was silence once more, stretching long and thin between you.
“No,” he murmured, so soft that it couldn’t break the tension in the air, simply mellowing it into peace. “Not when it brought me here.”
“The planetarium is beautiful,” you said, purposefully misunderstanding his sentiment in an attempt to lighten the mood from your needless question.
Belphegor tutted but you could sense his smile as he affectionately called you a dummy, bringing a dopey smile to your face. You may look stupid to him, but as long as he stayed like this, the calm and soft Belphegor you had grown to know, you didn’t mind looking a little dumb.
