#viceruin

       It’s become routine at this rate-- the fallen angel inserting himself as something of Percival’s nightly visitor. Thankfully, he had agreed to keep their meetings as clandestine as possible, but it... admittedly came to be something Percival took to looking forward to every night. Part of his routine would be to settle down with some books and make through his reading by candlelight, but the company was welcome, especially that kept under wraps. Less attention on his private life, which truly shouldn’t be anyone’s business anyway. 

       Other nights, like tonight, where the loneliness hit worse than usual, Percival did more talking than reading. Belial was a good listener, he had come to realize. He has a way to make sure Percival knows he’s being heard, and makes it obvious if he’s listening or not.

      The moment Belial’s head dips even slightly, Percival unconsciously draws his arm out, and he finds himself tilting the other’s chin up so that they made eye contact. He swallows. 

       “I...” He averts his gaze as he tries to formulate some sort of answer, but he finds the words lodging themselves in his throat. He lets out a sigh as he stares into Belial’s eyes. Red. Ruby. Strangely addicting.

Why did she even decide to do that? Maybe because she was so used to him teasing her among other things that she felt the need to get back at him for once. Could she have done something more than so? Maybe but she wanted to test the waters before anything. 

“HEY HEY! Unfair!” Cain frowned, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips as his attempt at being playful had been cut short. Cain shook his head, swatting at the other’s chest aimlessly. He’d been foiled this time.

“I was... Just wanting a hug! I wasn’t trying to get you down on your back!” It was a half-truth. He had indeed been aiming to tackle, but his back-up was a hug if he wasn’t able to force the other man down. Which... Cain had his doubts about, considering he himself wasn’t the strongest physically.

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