Believe.

11.

((CW: Mentions of self loathing))

Marisol stood on the box in the tailors room. Carrion working on the dress she was going to be wearing to the ball.

Her dress was long and red. It was really quite gorgeous, Carrion putting some finishing things with the measurements.

Marisol stood there quietly, looking at the mirror and wondering about Wrath.

She wondered a lot about that demon.

"Ow!" Marisol yelped as she felt a pinch in her thigh, jerking it away instinctively and Carrion looked up,

"Apologies, misjudged"

"It's fine..." Marisol said with a sigh, looking back at the mirrors, "...Carrion?"

"Yes?"

"Can you...tell me about Wrath?"

Carrion chuckled, "The man he is or the sin?"

"...the man" Marisol said softly, "please?"

"As you wish" Carrion said with a soft sigh, seeming to think before he spoke, "He's not a bad one, despite being a demon...he's hells armies leader but he is kind when he can be. He loves his siblings, he loves dogs...he quite enjoys swing music...he loves kids, he is a good man"

"And the sin?" Marisol asked, some hesitation creeping into her voice and Carrion glanced to her again,

"Less friendly, not a tale I imagine you wish for"

"Tell me"

Carrion sighed, "It's...a dangerous sin. People have died due to it, it intermingles with the others very much...Wrath suffers from the knowledge of what his very existence has done"

Marisol bit her lip. Thinking over about how kind of a man he was and how gently he'd held her in the garden.

"...I see" Marisol said softly, "I assume red is his colour?"

"Figured you would enjoy it" Carrion said with a wry smile, "what with your conversation earlier"

Marisol couldn't help but blush but she grinned, "Absolutely I do!"

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Marisol hummed softly as she laid in the tub, eyes half lidded and she liked the lovely scent that filled the bathroom.

A knock sounded on the door and then a body slid down it,

"Hey Mari" Wrath called and Marisol smiled,

"Hi Mike!"

"Carrion was okay?"

"Mmm...I think you're gonna like the dress" she said in amusement. Wrath chuckled,

"I don't doubt it"

Marisol smiled before she tilted her head, "Would you like to come bathe with me?"

"...You sure?"

"Yea!"

Wrath was quiet for a moment. So silent that Marisol believed he'd left before his agreement softly came and the door opened.

Wrath entered the bathroom, closing the door before coming over to the tub,

"May be easier if I get in behind you, I'm bigger"

"Mm...fine" Marisol said with a heavy dramatic sigh, sitting up and watching appreciatively as Wrath stripped down, climbing into the tub as well.

Once Wrath was settled, Marisol was immediately in his lap, smiling at him,

"Hi Mike" she said softly, brushing his curls from his eyes and Wrath smiled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist,

"Hi Mari"

Marisol smiled, leaning on Wraths chest a bit and looking up at him happily,

"Tell me a story?" She asked and Wrath hummed,

"Which one?"

"Your favourite?"

Wrath pet Marisols hair from her face, staring into her big brown eyes before he nodded slowly,

"...As you wish Mari."