[PS: I don't usually write mature content, and when I do, it's still mostly implicit stuff, so I apologize in advance for the silliness! ā I'm recycling bits of already written pieces since I don't feel well enough to write right now.]
Spiteās dog-like sniff startled Lucanis.
Ugh! Smells. Like. Sweat. And. Spoiled milk!
Don't ruin this, Spite.
The spirit grumbled, wandering around the room like an hyperactive child. Not fair! I. Left. Like. You. Asked!
Fine. Justā¦be nice. Let Elina sleep. You know she can sense our annoyance.
You did good. Rook is calm. And warm inside.
Spite. Donāt. You're not supposed to talk about this.
WHY. NOT?! Her glow changes again. She shines in pretty colors. Is that not good?
Yes, Spite. Yes, it is. Just, please, keep it to yourself this time. No telling Emmrich ā or Manfred ā anything. You said you wouldnāt embarrass Elina again.
āWhat's wrong with Spite?ā Of course sheād notice it. Lucanis could swear that woman slept with one eye open, resting one side of her brain per time, just like a bird.
Tonight, however, nothing in her voice or body language screamed ā alert! Elina was moved by simple curiosity; her sluggish, unfazed words were profferred while affectionately stroking his hair.
āNothing.ā Her placidness easily washed his tension away. āHe's just complaining we stinkā¦and, he says you areā¦shining with pretty colors.ā
āAww, that's sweet. Thank you, Spite. And thank you for borrowing Lucanis as well.ā How was it possible for her to irradiate contemption like that?
He. Is. Ours. Spite shrugged dismissively, but Lucanis could sense the spiritās pride at receiving Elinaās praise.
āI didn't agree to that!ā
āWhat?ā She mused.
āSpite says the two of you own me!ā
āHa! No way! I own the two of you. I'm just polite about it.ā
Neither boy nor spirit disagreed on the matter. Ravenās pleased smile clung to her lips as she drifted to sleep.
All three Demons of Antiva rested soundly that night.