#om beelzeub

[mee-op]

WE'VE DONE IT

WE'VE WON

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Beel’s expression always changes the moment your hand comes into contact with his own, fingers slipping and intertwining with his, he always turns towards you regardless of what he was doing prior. Warmth filling his chest and a smile appearing on his features. 

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” His words are full of affection, as his smile widens as he tightens his grip on your hand ever so slightly. It doesn’t matter if he was already happy prior, or upset, or angry, the moment your hand slips into his all of his woes fade away. 

And it’s even greater when you’re walking together, as he doesn’t even consider the destination anymore, allowing you to lead the way. Too content with focusing on the sensation of your hand in his to think about anything else.