[ Comfort. That was what Rook sought out more often than not, when he wasn't being tugged here and there over the Earth by mortals that knew how to summon him, or curled at the feet of Belial in Hell. Warm and simple comfort. You could see it in the way he decorated his apartment, in the simple colours of blue and grey of the walls, in the piles of soft pillows and blankets heaped on every surface, in the abundance of well worn books that dotted every surface. In how there wasn't a single pair of matching plates or mugs in his kitchen (not that he had many plates to begin with, he rarely had more than two people over at any given time).
Most would think that a demon of lust would have crafted a place that spoke of want and desire, reds and golds and deep indigo, but-- not Rook. He got enough of that, thank you. This was his place and he wanted none of that here. This was sanctuary. Safe. Home.
The demon has just just made his way back, left a dusting of ash on the front hall carpet, half an hour before Minjun shows up, the text the other sent as a warning still unread on his phone in the bedroom. Rook has a ritual when he comes back, from anywhere really, a really long hot shower that would probably boil a human, followed by his favourite tea wrapped up in a blanket on the couch while he either watched a silly romance show, or reads a book.
He has managed step one when he hears a voice in the apartment.
Padding down the hall with damp hair, an oversized white sweater and track pants, Rook blinks a few times at Minjun before he breaks out into a smile, wide and bright, making his way over to take some of the bags.]
Minnie! What a wonderful surprise. [ Even if you tried to make it not a surprise, honestly, this just made Rook's night so much better.] Do you actually have free time for once?
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Most would think that a demon of lust would have crafted a place that spoke of want and desire, reds and golds and deep indigo, but-- not Rook. He got enough of that, thank you. This was his place and he wanted none of that here. This was sanctuary. Safe. Home.
The demon has just just made his way back, left a dusting of ash on the front hall carpet, half an hour before Minjun shows up, the text the other sent as a warning still unread on his phone in the bedroom. Rook has a ritual when he comes back, from anywhere really, a really long hot shower that would probably boil a human, followed by his favourite tea wrapped up in a blanket on the couch while he either watched a silly romance show, or reads a book.
He has managed step one when he hears a voice in the apartment.
Padding down the hall with damp hair, an oversized white sweater and track pants, Rook blinks a few times at Minjun before he breaks out into a smile, wide and bright, making his way over to take some of the bags.]
Minnie! What a wonderful surprise. [ Even if you tried to make it not a surprise, honestly, this just made Rook's night so much better.] Do you actually have free time for once?