Some would say or tell you that you were insane, stupid or perhaps even mental. All because of your close relationship with Estarossa, but you've shrugged off those comments and decidedly continued living in peace with the demon prince. You know he was somewhat in a struggle with his identity as a whole, since he had split off from Mael.

Mael was Estarossa, Estarossa was Mael.

Though, sometime after the whole chaotic mess, Estarossa was allowed to return to the demon realm and re-establish his status as a high-ranking demon and member of the royal family of the demon realm. Some residents had received him well, and some hadn't, he was fine with that. Yet it was going to be a long road before he could come to terms with the conception of his existence as whole.

You were worried for Estarossa, but you envied his aloofness and the way he could always carry himself with a calm smile. But right now, you didn't expect Estarossa to actually follow through with what you had suggested a few hours earlier.

The environment was somewhat dark, concealing yourself and him. There was pillows strewn about and there sat Estarossa, laid bare (he still very much had shorts on to save some embarrassment in this process) with his skin and scars. Normally, his silver hair was left down, right now it was tied up loosely in a pony tail - silver fringes had cascaded down, framing his face perfectly.

Estarossa did decide on following through on your idea, because you had certainly thought of better ways to get closer again than he did. "You can touch me all you liked sweetheart," He finally broke the silence, trying to reassure you. "I don't mind."

He laid his hands forward, interlocking his fingers. Estarossa was waiting on you, and your every movement. His seven hearts had beat in trepidation, even if he was calm and collected on the outside, he was burning hot on this inside at the mere thought. It was you right here, and this was just as close you two could be.