![]() ![]() ![]() His hands grip a cleaning feather duster, the wood splintering in his hand, his jaw tightening and eyes narrowing. He cleans dutifully, each piece of furniture polished and dusted, the headache only growing more and more, pounding against his head. His tail swings widely, curved as it sways along, narrowly missing each statue and piece of item that decorates the hall. He walks quietly, his demon form exposing himself, his wing-like horns piercing into him, the bones of the appendages pulled taut. It’s a heavy day and he’s had them before but they don’t lessen with each blow- they still hit as heavy as ever.There was no use for such worry over something so simple. It was a simple headache, a simple bad day that must be powered through. He was allowed the day off, had concern expressed over him with a steady hand on his back slowly leading him to his bedroom but he declined. He is steady as he works, precise as if there is not a growing pain that makes itself known the more that he goes on and the longer that the day continues. He picks himself up and blinks once and then twice, as if willing the pain to go away and he is off. His head is heavy and he can feel the effects of the power creep against him, but there is no time for rest, he has duties that he must attend to. His eyes glow, a bright green light that fades as soon as it comes. Woken up late, and with an already bad feeling about the day. It’s been a rather rough day for Barbatos. His temples thud with a dull pounding, one that echoes lightly and steadily. His eyes and hands ache, his mouth dry no matter the amount of water he intakes.A/N: Reasons for heaviness may vary! I was in a mood so I kinda scribbled this out in days, uh yeah!! A little all over the place and ye!! ![]()
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