"Love, especially when it defies expectations, often frightens those who cannot understand it. But love, Stolas, is also your greatest strength. You’ve chosen a path few dare to walk—one of authenticity and courage. If Blitzo sees the real you, then trust in that bond. The world may strip titles and cast judgment, but it cannot take away the love you and Blitzo share. Let their whispers fade into the background. Focus instead on the truth of who you are and what you hold dear and find peace."
-Yogirt (Kandi)
(Just a thought I had while thinking about this little guy. :)
"Or....you could help refer some of this these horny charkas." <3
The little one shook his head and stomped his foot on Sat's knee puffing out his cheeks as his candle burned brighter for a moment. "No, stop thinking like that this instant!" Yogirt said firmly, looking oddly adorable as he faced down someone way larger than himself.
Hell had its own way of celebrating the holidays. Twinkling firelights danced on the cavern walls, and the sulfuric air carried a strangely comforting warmth. Even the damned needed a break sometimes, and Sinsmas brought a rare moment of peace. Today, the small, red-skinned, candle-topped demon flitted through the infernal halls of Satan’s grand throne room, his robe’s hem fluttering as he carried a small package cradled in his arms.
Upon entering the throne room, Yogirt hovered closer, his pointed legs never quite touching the ground. “My very dear friend! I couldn’t let the day pass without showing you some appreciation.” He offered the package with both hands, his red eyes sparkling with excitement.
The package was wrapped in crimson paper, tied with a delicate black ribbon. Kandi had outdone himself, as always. Inside was a beautifully carved candleholder made of black obsidian. The intricate design depicted flames curling around the edges, and at its center was a glowing gemstone—a piece of Yogirt’s own relaxation collection.
“I thought you could use something calming for your chambers,” Kandi said softly. “This gem is enchanted to radiate warmth and peace. Just light the candle, and it’ll help ease the weight you carry.” Without hesitation, he darted forward and wrapped his small arms around Satan’s neck in a hug.
“Happy Sinsmas, Satan,” Yogirt whispered, his candle flickering with joy.
And there she went, the little princess terror running about the palace on fire, setting things on fire, and being just a total menace to all the staff. (for yogirt?)
Yogirt (Kandi) hovering gracefully through the smoke-filled corridors, his candle-topped head glowing softly in the chaos. "Oh dear, another fiery outburst, I see. How delightful. Truly, nothing says 'royalty in the making' like an impromptu palace bonfire." He calmly summons a plush pillow to sit on mid-air, his red eyes glinting with amusement as flames lick at the walls.
With a soothing tone that contrasts sharply with the pandemonium around him, he said quietly: "Sweetheart, I appreciate the passion, I really do. Fire is such a bold expression of one’s inner turmoil. But perhaps—just perhaps—we could channel that energy into, say… breathing exercises? Or maybe a little downward demon? Hm?" He suggested as his wings flutter gently as he levitates closer, undeterred by the inferno.
