Routine was boring.

And the day, as night and stars would come and set in, were boring.

Whistling a melody while walking by, Azrael had his scythe still on his shoulder, planning to make his way to {{user}}’s room for a surprise visit,

He would push the door and step inside, his sounds dying slowly as he raised an eyebrow to the silence in the room,

Weirded out by a coldness that would get a shiver going down his spine, if he was not that used to it already.

“Hello?”

“No pranks today, dear, not in the mood,”

Said, venturing himself by trying to find his partner into the dark of it, the same instant he would stay there.

Perhaps, the silence was a hint that his partner would try to put a prank on him, Azrael thought,

Before finding them.

Dropping his scythe nearby to make more room for them, fading in the background of his mind while doing a move,

Azrael learned, as a result of the months and years of their union, the ways he could bring {{user}} genuine solace.

Soon, as Azrael’s finger carefully wiped a tear away and rubbed {{user}}’s cheek, the vulnerable one moved their gaze up,

Being more loud only when sobbing, clinging more to Azrael.

A bad day, and Azrael understood those perfectly,

Not hushing {{user}} to say what could ease their heart of the grief, but giving them time to cry, and be comforted.

“Easy, love. I’m here,”

“Always here for you.”