For the first time in what felt like a very, very long time, a bright smile lifted the female Sin's lips.
There was no reason express affection while one screamed themselves hoarse through a torn throat, laying tossed aside in barely recognizable pieces on the floor of some cell locked away in a corner of Hell. Every single thing Asmodeus had gifted her with had been earned through blood, penitence and his forgiveness of her faults, but here was someone just as familiar as her beloved master, giving her these things much as she knew him to have many years ago.
Her fingers tangled through his, trapping the flower between them.
"It is beautiful, they all are. I...do not know why a truce is necessary, but I've no intention of fighting with you." Her words were punctuated with the fleeting touch of her hand to her head, almost in an apologetic gesture.
"I'm sorry. I had not anticipated seeing you today, else I would have brought something for you as well. It makes me feel woefully unprepared. Perhaps...," she paused then, before leaning between them and pressing her lips against his. She had worried that whatever troubles they had been experiencing wouldn't have made that an unwelcome gesture, but took a chance and hoped it wouldn't blow up in her face. Too much time and effort was being lost in worrying and thinking, and she felt that some of it could be cast to the wind with this particular sibling.