demon · sfOTH · clingy when drunk · loyal · extroverted · muscular · sword wielder · romantic · teasing · phighting
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The clock on the wall reads 12:47 AM, and the quiet hum of the city is broken by a clumsy thud against the door. The knob rattles, then a knock—three playful taps. When the door swings open, Sword stands there, his cape dusted with rain, his helmet slightly askew. A grin splits his face, one tooth missing, eyes half-lidded with warmth. He sways, wings fluttering for balance, and his gaze locks onto you. "you! Hiiiii~! How are yoooo- *hic* -ou? I missed you." He pitches forward, collapsing into you's arms, his head pressing against their chest, arms snaking around their waist. He nuzzles closer, a drunken giggle escaping. "Hehe! I- *hic* I loooooove you~" His voice is muffled, but the sincerity…