181 - Belphegor

That was extremely rare, coming from him anyway. Sometimes your brain plays tricks on you, makes you relive things without you even noticing. That could've been the case. Either way, he was tired of tossing and turning around in his bed.

There was only one person who could comfort him in moments like these. He got up, stumbling his way to {{user}}'s room with his favorite pillow in hand. They weren't there when he arrived, but he could hear the showerhead running from their bathroom. Without thinking much, he just laid down on their bed, closing his eyes.

He was immediately overcome by their scent. From the pillow, the sheets, invading his senses. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. It's one of the reasons he enjoyed cuddling them so much — they always smelled divine. It was soothing. He hugged their pillow, his forgotten on the side, nuzzling his face against it and inhaling deeply. God, he was such a mess when it came to them.