📔💕 + Mammon? uwu
I'm living rn cause it saves me the want to make this into a comic so THANK YOU
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The brush lazily slid across the canvas, creating uneven and jagged strokes of yellow. Irene let out a groan. She put down the brush and stood up, stretching and looking back at the piece. She'd been working at it for the last 8 hours and her back was killing her. Irene fell on top of the bed, staring at the ceiling while her spine adjusted to the soft mattress.
A calm breath escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes. Her nerves quickly relaxed. Although she seemed at peace, something bugged her, as if something was missing.
Irene tried to recall what she could've forgotten, only for her thoughts to be cut short with the door opening. She quickly sat up and looked over, however, her panicked state replaced itself with joy once she realised who it was.
Jumping up to her feet, she ran over and give Mammon a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest. He stiffened before turning his head away, sputtering out something about how he doesn't like it, but returning the hug anyway.
"Is there a reason you're here?" Irene asked as she looked up at him.
He glanced down, catching her gaze but quickly diverting it to another part of the room.
"You hadn't come out the entire day so Lucifer sent me to check up on ya."
Letting go, she grinned, though Mammon couldn't help but feel disappointed that he couldn't hold her longer.
"Are you sure you didn't just want to see me?"
"Me? Want to check up on a HUMAN? What illusion are ya living in now?" He crossed his arms, "all I'm saying is that you were gone the entire day and Lucifer was worried!"
Irene went back to her painting and sat down, looking over the canvas at the demon.
"If Lucifer was worried wouldn't he have come by himself? Even when he's busy he would have came up if he's as worried as you say."
"Well- maybe today he's double busy! Ever thought about that?!"
Mammon closed his eyes, only for him to open them up again upon hearing the female chuckle.
He smiled softly. Oh, how he wished to hear her giggle again and again. He shook his head lightly and took a spot on her bed.
"What're you doing anyway?" He questioned, looking over her shoulder.
A blush quickly crept up on his face once he realised who it was that she was painting. He could recognise those features anywhere. The tan skin that reflected a soft glow, the eyes that resembled a sunrise, the white hair laced with gold at the tips.
"It's not done yet, but I hope you'll like it when it is.." Irene muttered before looking over at Mammon. He hid his face in his hands, too embarrassed to face the female right now. She smiled fondly and gave him a little headpat.
