Beelzebub with #4

Summary: Number 4 - Just simping for you. It’s a lot of food allegories to call you nice.

from this prompt list

Asmodeus would often tell him that when food is beautiful, it tastes better. Something that Beelzebub had called dumb, that the presentation doesn’t change it yet maybe it just wasn’t the case with food.

Because there was something about you, maybe even everything yet he couldn’t keep it that simple. If he related it to what his brother had said about food, then it would just be your “presentation” not the inside “taste” of who you were past that. So this presentation, how you were plated, was delicious on it’s own yet when backed by the taste of who you were, a delicacy was created. A food that was meant only to be loved and looked at, not to be eaten like cake support made from rice krispies instead of the plush fluff it could be believed as.

A delight, bread shared between multiple cultures, to be commonplace and known by every baker close to any heat to prove your truth. Your grace, the ideal look of your eyes when you were happy, how your fingers looked cross hatched with his own. However, just like how they could not gain a place that belonged to him you were not a recipe to be followed, impossible to yield the same beautiful result of delicacy.

The ideas of relating you to baking certainly made sense in his brain on how food looks would make it taste better just like its certain that your kisses and smiles are much better directed at him. Yet he could go further, Beelzebub could relate you to more despite this uniqueness he had come to terms with. You could be soup really, and the best he decided you were. Perfect at keeping him warm, from his cheeks to how content he felt on the inside after a bowl while sick.

A word, three even,, came to mind when he thought of this journaling. Well-rounded, but most of all, perfect.

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