sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. xiii

what should i do with you ?
i haven't felt this way.
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chapter xiii:
my lady,
a woman of want.

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up and down a lot,
i can't control myself.

you stand amidst the hazardous, terrifying silence. the abruptness was sudden, too sudden for your heart. nervous you are, too afraid to look up and meet any of their eyes, but solomon's presence oozes confidence. whilst it didn't make you feel much better, it helped calm your nerves.

"..how does my proposal sound ?" solomon chirped cheerily, taking a look at each of them. your breathe hitch as you chime in hurriedly, "if i may ask, apprentice for what, precisely ?". that facade of yours is put up again as you aid solomon.

you could never have expected that to be the approach he picked. straight to the point. careful yet quick.

lucifer scoffed with an irritated expression, his eyes meticulously stare down both you and solomon. sensing a masquerade that he hadn't expected, he steps in, effectively separating the two of you. "i'm not in the mood for any of your shenanigans solomon".

a heavy hearty laughs escape pass solomon's lips. "oh now now, don't be in such a haste, you aren't even considering it ?" the sorcerer questioned, bringing his image back into lucifer's vision. staring at the taller demon, it was clear that convincing this head isn't going to work.

if not him, then the rest. some are gullible.

his eyes flickers to meet the pair that's intentively following. whether his concentration is atual interest or not, solomon could care less about such trivial matters. "satan ! whether if my eyes deceives me or not, but it seems to me that you're quite intrigued".

satan blinks, his confusion last momentarily as he recovers quickly. speaking in a stern yet curious tone, he reminds solomon of something important: "though i may treat you better than my brothers, you must remember that i do not tolerate the likes of you around her".

solomom playfully hisses and scratches his head, "harsh !".

being cornered like this, most would've back out the moment those ruby red eyes landed on them but not him, no, he is not one to give up easily. retreating might be the option now, but giving up is and will never be part of him.

"...well, to answer your question", solomon pokes his head out of the wall called lucifer and politely smiles, ready to explain himself: "i need an apprentice that can help me get back on track, let's simply say.. i might become something like a teacher myself".

it doesn't matter what he said was believable or not, it sounded convincing enough. at least to you it sounded convincing. while the situation seems to be doing somewhat well, you have doubts that he'll succeed in convincing lucifer.

asmo scoffs, his eyes radiates suspicion as he glances at satan to watch the latter expression before rearing his eyes back onto solomon. "you ? teaching ? tell me a yuckier combination" he mumbled, the roll of his eyes couldn't be any subtler.

"asmo.. behave please" you muttered, hitting his arm with your elbow. hearing a small yelp to your left, you gesture with your facial expression at solomon to continue speaking. glad and grateful for your presence, solomon continues: "but yes, that's why i made my move to reside in this country as of now. having a human apprentice is a must !".