Stella, Loona, and Bee trying to reconnect with their ex
As it turns out, being petty and awful tends to push people away, no matter how rich you are.
Stella's life isn't totally devoid of things- she still has money, and throws parties, and orders imps around as she likes, but without you around - well, life is...less.
The break-up was a long time coming, honestly.
You were a rebound off of the drama between her and Stolas, and while she never loved him, she at least had the expectation he wouldn't be caught dead with a member of the lowest class in Hell. As little trust and love as she had for him, both were still broken by that betrayal.
Actually being confronted by someone who genuinely loved her was a shock, especially after at least a year of loitering on the periphery and wondering if the two Goetia would come back together or finally break off from each other.
Even if it was a rebound.
Months after things started between you, Andrealphus' interference and everything that came with it drove a wedge between you both, and things got tense.
She hit you in an argument.
It was the first she had ever laid a hand on you that wasn't seeking your touch in return.
Things didn't end on the spot, but they deteriorated quickly. Visits to the mansion lessened, moments together in private vanished entirely.
Eventually, you didn't see each other at all.
There are several cafes about town that Stella would deign to visit, being just barely high-class enough for her tastes.
You'd find her there- or, more accurately, she'd find you, and resolutely demand to pay the tab, in a shocking first display of generosity to another she'd ever made.
Afterwards, well, it depends - she would either drag you back to the mansion for some heated Rebound Part 2 intimacy, or you could put your foot down and attempt to nudge an apology from her before moving on.
It would happen either way. She would just prefer to say it in private, where her character development could not be snooped upon by prying eyes.
Pride and Wrath are at the core of who Stella is as a person - but behind every vice is a virtue, really.
People just don't like admitting that it's there.
There was a whole on-and-off-again thing going on between you two for a while.
You met a month or two after she was adopted, and despite her father's willingness to threaten you with whatever he had on hand when you popped by (up to and including a dinner plate, a frying pan, a leatherbound book, and a candlestick), he never really bothered you.
Loona just happened to have the fantastic habit of burning bridges whenever someone got too close to her.
It got better over time, but- well- it's hard to say it any other way. Sometimes she'd just relapse into old habits.
It's hard to say it wasn't love, but you can't say it wasn't obsession, either. You two were hitched to each other for a while.
The longest you were apart was about a month, before inevitably coming back together again.
At least, it was, until - something happened.
You don't know what, and you're not sure if you want to know. IMP went up and killed someone, and when they got back down, there was just a look in her eye that said, for all the blood spilt, she'd taken the heaviest hit.
What started out as an 'are you okay' question spiraled into an argument. People took sides; Blitzo stood by Loona, Moxxie ended up by you, and - well, Millie tried to play neutral, but as things got more heated, it was harder for her to really say she didn't disagree with how Loona was 'handling things'.
Blitzo kicked you out; you tried to say you wouldn't be back anyway, but the words wouldn't come.
Things were blue for a bit after that.
Shockingly, Blitzo was the one that called you a couple weeks later.
Loona wasn't doing so hot.
Physically, she was fine, but she was still just- fixated.
It almost felt like you were being tagged into the ring when you showed up at Blitzo's apartment that evening. The thought almost made you snort.
She was curled up on the couch. She knew what you smelled like; acute hellhound senses and all that. She shifted to let you sit next to her.
After a while of staring blankly at whatever it was that she'd flicked the channel to, you felt her lean against you.
Words were necessary. Sincere ones. An apology if you could get it- an apology if you could give it, too.
All you needed to do right now was lean back, and figure everything else out later.
Being in a relationship with a Deadly Sin is...novel?
Bee is almost definitely the healthiest (mentally) among the people you've met in Hell, but she still has her moments.
She's still a Sin. She still needs to flex her power, keep her court in order, and generally assert dominance.
And, well- Gluttony is a given.
It's not like she can't wrap her head around someone not enjoying themselves at a party, but it gets difficult when she sees them hanging around anyway.
Not really indulging, insomuch as everyone else is - the food's great (and big), but otherwise, you're avoiding the crowds and hanging with whoever's on the edge of the noise in the room.
That usually depends on the day. Sometimes you see Vox, or Loona, and a couple times, you've even spied some bigger names like Fizzarolli - but it's rarely, rarely the same person each hour, and you're the only person consistently outside of the 'party area'.
Feeling like she has to dull herself down for you - like she has to restrain herself just to be around you - is really what turns her into a bit of a pressure keg.
When things finally 'pop' - on one of the common nights when she tries to gently 'nudge' you into the crowd - it gathers a lot of attention.
Attention which, unfortunately, is hard to say anything in front of, when the party mistress is clearly upset, and it's clearly something you did.
At least, that's the case as far as anyone else can tell.
The crowd becomes a beast, like a wild horse.
Bee can steer it, but she can't stop it, and it gets out of hand before she can even think to try.
You don't show up at her parties after that.
No calls, no texts, no responses. It feels selfish, but you need space from her, after...that. It's hard not to lay blame, considering how easily she whipped the crowd into a frenzy- it's her whole thing, after all.
Even- or especially- when she didn't mean to.
She hadn't spent time really trying to track you down like a hunter or whatever, but she had been looking.
There's a heartfelt discussion about boundaries - particularly, where you wanted the boundaries to be, versus where she thought you wanted them to be.
The crowd is less intimidating when she's near you.
She doesn't mind being nearby, either. It's just proximity, but it helps.
