HIRAETH - OBEY ME

SCENARIO - jealousy

A/N: i changed my writing style when writing "scenarios" so it would feel much story-like (i hope that made sense, anyway, enjoy)

LUCIFER:

"WHO WAS THAT GUY you were hanging out with?" Lucifer questioned in a calm voice, but his eyes seems to be darted on the floor with a dark look on his face. 

You glanced at him, pausing the show you were watching. "Solomon, you know, the other human."

You were currently in his bedroom since your AC broke down, and he also has a television in there too — Lucifer wasn't using it, so in behalf of his neglected digital belongings, you use them instead. He doesn't mind anyway, even if you sleep on his bed or wear his clothes, everything was alright as long as you asked him.

The seemingly cold room turned icier as each second passed by; it made you feel agitated at how Lucifer was acting right now. So, you spoke again,

"Why? What's wrong?"

Somehow, the simple question made him much more irritated; he snapped you a glare, not a glance, but a death glare. And it made you shiver down in your shoes. 

You stood up, not feeling comfortable in your surroundings. Maybe Lucifer was just stressed with his work in the student council, plus his younger brothers got into trouble a while ago. So you decided to leave the room to give him space — but as you reach for the doorknob, a hand gripped on your wrist tightly as he turned you around.

Facing the enraged demon, you softly held his hand away from yours and laced your fingers with his instead. This didn't made a drastic change to his expression, but his anger did ease a little.

You stroked the top of his hand with your thumb as you looked at him, "What's your damage?"

He stopped, his shoulders lowering down as he breathes out a shaky sigh. He lowered his head, meeting your eyes with his very own. He had the look of jealousy and sadness — apologetic was another one. 

"I apologize for my messy behavior, did I scare you?" his brows were furrowed and his mouth is curled down with a frown.

"A little." you admitted with a tight smile.

He held your hand a little tighter as he pondered for a while.

"He's just a friend, right?"
"Solomon?"
"Yes, whatever his full name is."

"Were you jealous?" you teased. Lucifer looked away, "Nonsense."

You pecked his cheek, you had to tiptoe to reach him, "Yes, he's just a friend."

MAMMON:

THE BOY BARGED IN your bedroom once again without knocking and he saw you sitting next to Simeon (with books scattered on the floor, but Mammon didn't notice that).

"Why is he here?" he demanded with a rude tone, dripping from his words.

You glared your eyes at him for the harsh voice he had, "He's helping me in studying." you replied.

Simeon, on the other hand, gave a warm smile to the sudden visitor. He didn't seem offended by Mammon's tone, of course he wouldn't. He was too nice.

"Okaaaay." he stretched the word with a frown evident on his face. He looked at you and glanced at Simeon.

"Why didn't you ask Satan to tutor you instead?"
"He had to finish a project."

"And angel boy is free?" he raised a brow at him, a dirty look in his eyes.

You stood up, avoiding the books and then grabbing Mammon's arm, pulling him out of the room; flashing a small smile to Simeon, "Be right back." you piped shortly before shutting the door closed.