#eridandevil

He pouts and crosses his arms. This is the first party he’s been to in almost a decade and someone’s already criticizing his attire. Black button-down (he may or may’ve not stolen it from Kaiden’s closet), black slacks accompanied with polished dress shoes, and a white tie to top it all off. If this doesn’t scream party (or extremely de Vil like) he doesn’t know what does. It’s perfect! Or well, to him, apparently not to the latter. “Yes? I even took the time to borrow this shirt from my brother!” He exclaims, pointing at the shirt. “Even if it’s a tiny bit too big on me, that’s ‘cause he’s a giant.”

she was there at the wrong place and time as always. yet, this time would be deadliest mistake of all. penelope shouldn’t have went clubbing that night. if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be bleeding to her death in the alleyway. this isn’t how things were supposed to end.  

everything around her is dark and it seems like there’s no hope for her now. hot tears are falling from her eyes as her hand tries to suppress the flow of blood coming from the wounds on her body. it finally hits her how terrifying it is to die, especially all alone like this. she doesn’t want to leave this world just yet. penelope wants to scream for someone to save her, but the words won’t come out from her throat. it’s as if they were stuck. her body won’t cooperate with her now and it’s starting to become cold. the blood won’t stop and penelope knows she’s lost too much by the time someone frantically rushes into the alley.

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

This was the last person he’d thought that would try to cheer him up. The other doesn’t seem to care for his well-being or anyone else’s well-being other than Jinx and himself. It’s nice though, nice to see one of his worse students try to cheer him up— even if it might possibly be in an illegal way. But still! It’s the thought that counts, he thinks. Maybe he should take up on the offer, he honestly wouldn’t mind (he actually does, he just doesn’t want to turn him down).

Eridan grins at his student, “your definition of fun is different from mine, Lucifer.” He pushes himself out of the chair, places the scattered ungraded papers on his desk into a file and stuffs it in his briefcase. “But I wouldn’t mind having some fun,” he says, “teachers need to fun sometimes, so lead the way?”

He likes Eridan, and not in the I-wanna-fuck-my-teacher-just-to-see-how-it-feels-like way. (Okay, maybe a bit like that, but that wasn’t the point.) Eridan was pretty damn chill, and Lucifer thought that he was different than teachers he’s encountered before. Granted, Lucifer didn’t even attend school all that much before Elias and, even upon entry to the Academy, he was loathe to go to any of the classes, but still –