#uzearis

My headcanons using that base-thingy. Yes... Sam blushing.... sue me...

This is different times AFTER the war--

Jenna crying after finding out one of her favorite customers passed away and Matthew being there to hug her.

Ali just enjoying a relaxing hug from her hubby James after a long day of work.

Gina and Damien just being adorable.

Violet letting that dork Sam know how much she loves him... *She’s a little tipsy, so...*

Erik: I think you mean blessing.

Galatea: …I could literally smother you with them.

Here ya go!

Erik: I told you so.

MC: Ugh… Shut up, Erik.

Erik: Now, now, princess, is that anyway to talk to your caretaker?

MC: I don’t need you taking care of me.

Erik: You being unable to get out of bed to even go to the restroom says otherwise.

MC: I hate you.

Erik: No, you don’t. This is your fault for not listening to me when I told you wear something warmer. *Looks away*

Erik: …

MC: Erik?

Erik: I was really worried, you know. When I saw you lying on the couch, barely conscious and burning up. I don’t know much about human illnesses so I had to call your friends to actually find out what was wrong with you and how to make it better.

Erik: It was an awkward conversation, considering that they don’t know I’m a demon and it’s weird for a human to not know about “common cold”. I was too panicked to care at the time but I doubt I left a very good impression.

MC: …

MC: I’m sorry.

Erik: *Smiles softly* It’s fine as long as I can trust you to know better next time.

MC: *Nods*

Erik: Besides it is not I that has to take all that nasty medicine, now.

MC: *Groans and sniffs*

Erik: *Chuckles* Well, then, I’ll go to the kitchen and try to figure out how to make that “chicken soup” Naomi was talking about.

MC: I have my grandma’s recipe lying around somewhere.

Erik: I’ll take a look then. In worst case scenario, I’ll call Matthew for help. *Leans in and plants a kiss on her forehead* Rest now, princess. I’ll bring you some water, too.

MC: *Sniffs* Thank you, Erik.

Erik: Anything for my princess.

MC: I love you.

Matthew: What if it bites me and it dies?

James: That means you’re poisonous.

Matthew: What if it bites itself and I die?

Damien: That’s voodoo.

Matthew: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

James: That’s correlation, not causation.

Matthew: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Erik: That’s kinky.

Matthew: Me too... I’m not calling.

Sam: Me neither.

Matthew: So now what?

Sam: We starve.

Matthew: Wrong.