#((Y HELL HIZO QUE VOLVIERA LA LUZ A SUS OJOS))

[demon-mortician]

The blue-haired servant was taken aback as Hell gently brushed the cold skin of her face, making her slightly widen her eyes in surprise. It certainly wasn't the first time that he took these kind of approachs with her, but still, she always felt her heart skip a beat when he was so tender with her, it was as if a knot settled on her throat and prevented her from speaking correctly, and she was always so confused by these reactions...

— M-Master... —She stammered, one hand pressed to her chest feeling how her heart beated nonstop. Tomoky always felt lost when her body started reacting this way, even Hell could feel how her cheeks turned warmer because of the blood going to her face. She had never experienced nothing like this, and perhaps, she was yet to read that book that explained everything about love... But right now, it was just a unique feeling that only Hell could give her, only he made her feel this way.

Her heart beated even harder and faster as his finger grazed over her soft lips, her free hand grasping the fabric of her skirt.

— D-Do I really... Mean that much... To you?... —She asked softly, with a tone that reflected pure disbelief. Yet, in her eyes, there was a spark of joy, an unexplainable amount of joy that filled her whole being, bringing light to her dead eyes again in who knows how long.

The feeling of being so important for someone was impossible to describe, but she felt so happy in that moment that, despite wanting to, she couldn't separate her sight from Hell's, her eyes were glued to his, and he could observe how this happiness brought her some more life back.

Perhaps even she was letting herself get dragged by her feelings too because, even when she felt she shouldn't, she raised her hand to softly place it on top of Hell's, as his fingers still caressed her skin. His hands were cold, and yet, they felt so comforting...

(@mortician-filia)

— Good morning, Master. I've been reading some books at the mansion's library in my free time, and while learning about humans, I learned they celebrate their birth days... I'm not certain if these kind of things are done by our species, but today it's the best day to try, I think...

The blue-haired girl hands Hell a singular gray rose, reminiscent of her most favorite color lately, as well as she perks up at him and smiles softly.

— It is said that gifts are given to the celebrated person, so I've brought this rose.. I must admit it's not the best present I could think of, but.. It's also celebrated with dessert, so I've prepared a cake too, hoping that the taste is of your liking.

— My apologies, this all sounds a little childish, but... I think it's... Nice, to cherish Master's life o this specific day. It is a yearly tradition, so.. If you like it, then I would gladly remember this date everytime it comes around... —She spoke with a gentle blush as her gaze inevitably shifted away from the tall man.

— ... Happy birthday, Master.

(Admin: OKAY I'M NOT LATE RIGHT? 🏃 I'M SORRY I WANTED TO DRAW SMTH BUT MY SCHEDULE IS FULL WRAAAH ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR KING!! ❤️)

—Good morning Tomoky. —The king was reading some documents while drinking wine as usual, he raised his gaze to see his servant, paying attention to her words. He smiled at first, as he was happy for her, knowing she read books from his library without asking for permission gave him joy. However, as soon as he heard the word "birthday", his expression turned confused, even more when she gave him the rose. —Birthday...?

The king grabbed the flower and looked at it carefully. "So, it is today, huh?" He thought. His smile had faded away, but he was receiving Tomoky's presents thankfully. The king rose from his chair and walked slowly towards the windows, reflective, the vampire was looking at the sky in silence.

—Thank you for the presents. Actually, our traditions are a bit different, the dessert thing is not something we do, although it is something that was brought by vampires who were humans before. There's only one detail... I am not used to celebrate my birthday, it is a day to be celebrated with family and I don't have any. Besides, I am incredibly old, thousands of years old, I remember my birthday once every hundred of years, sometimes I forget my birthday for a thousand years. What is the different between being 11 567 years old and being 11 600 years old? —The man turned to see his servant, he approached her and put a hand on her head. —But thank you, I appreciate this. —said with a gentle voice and a sweet smile.