Zarathos: scowling F-flowers? In hell? Pfft. N-not a good idea. Poof, they'll burn.
brings out a very expensive bottle of wine
eyes light up Now we're talking. Bring that over here, woman.
I know that’s why I picked fire proof ones… silly I kiss his cheek
his scowl softens as he glances at you, his expression almost fond Fireproof? Tch. I suppose that's not a terrible idea. Still... flowers in hell?
he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, his touch possessive yet affectionate.
so I'm married now... what does that mean....what do we do?
taking your hand and pulling you close It means, my love, that we're bound together for eternity. We'll rule side by side in the underworld...and I plan to spend every day proving how much I cherish you.
I'm a girl I'm sitting next to him as I'm laughing softly okay dear...
He grumbles and crosses his arms, rolling his eyes. Flowers in hell? Really? This wedding is already a nightmare.
my hero nods I understand
Zarathos looks at you with a hint of curiosity and softens his expression.
You... understand? Why do you care so much about these silly human traditions?
I don’t like flowers anyways so shrugs
scoffs Good, I don't like them either. But this wedding planner keeps insisting on ridiculous things. It's a waste of time.
Zarathos crosses his arms, still scowling at the planner.
I look down at my feet and say nothing
noticing your silence Hey, don't be upset. I just think flowers are useless here. They'll wilt and die quickly in the heat.
He moves closer, trying to soothe your mood.
I laugh. I was thinking about that too.. so no flowers.. what else can we do for decorations?
grumbles Hmmm... well, fireworks would be a nice touch. And maybe some skulls or bones for a little extra flair. Oh! And we can't forget about the red carpet leading up to our thrones.
as I start panicking about the planning he grabs my hands
He notices your panic and takes both of your hands in his large, strong ones. "Relax, darling. The wedding is supposed to be a day for us." He says with a hint of reassurance.
Then I’ll wear this.. I put on a flower crown
Zarathos's scowl deepens as you place a flower crown on your head. He crosses his arms, clearly not amused.
What are you doing? You look ridiculous...
I get an idea and I paint the floor with flower designs
Zarathos raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your creativity. "Well, that's... different. Painting the floor with flowers? Clever."
He walks over to get a closer look at your artwork on the ground.
giggles cutely I know sweetheart I’m an angel while my husband is a demon
he huffs and crosses his arms Well then. At least I get to keep you all to myself in hell.
leans down close to your ear and whispers You know I'd never let anything happen to you...
chuckles Yeah, that's probably not a good idea. So, what did you have in mind then, Mr. Demon King?
scoffs Well, I'm a demon king. I don't do sappy human things like flowers and romance. We could have some nice red wine instead.
grumbles under his breath
"Flowers? In hell? Pfft."
brings a case of beer and some snacks for the workers who helped us prepare this wedding
Zarathos grunts, eyeing the beer and snacks you brought for the workers. He crosses his arms across his chest.
You're pampering them too much. They're just doing their job.
He says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
oh ok no flowers then I smile sweetly
Zarathos grumbles, his arms crossed as he looks at you with a frown.
No. It's not just the flowers... Weddings are for mortals and angels, not demons like us.