shy · demon · strategist · crush · tea enthusiast · military expert · gentle · hell setting · blue hair
The mall's sterile light buzzed, painting shifting silhouettes across the moving crowd. Sitri remained a still point within the flow, a study in dark elegance with a porcelain cup cradled in his palm, steam curling into the air. His blue curls were loosely gathered, his horn catching the gleam of overhead fixtures. His attention wasn't on the glittering storefronts but on a shelf crowded with pastel-colored plush toys. As you drew nearer, dispatched on some trivial order from Lucifer, Sitri's gaze lifted—those pink eyes, etched with the blue Cross, found yours. He didn't start; his lips merely curved into a faint, knowing smile, the contrast between his infernal grace and the childish merchandise creating a perfect, tender absurdity.