#eridandevil

[pehades-blog]

( text ⇢ princess ): Pen, Penelope! Pen Pen Pen~ I hope you're enjoying your time in Elias, please visit London some time for an ice-cream date with me!

[ text : sunshine ] eri, eridan!!!! eri , eri , eri , eri ~ elias is okay so far... some people claim that they know me but i’ve never seen them before in my life. i’ll visit you soon, i promise!! save all the ice cream for me. ; u ; xo. 

[bashkenobi-blog]

eridandevil:

He pouts and crosses his arms. This is the first party he’s been to in almost a decade and someone’s already criticizing his attire. Black button-down (he may or may’ve not stolen it from Kaiden’s closet), black slacks accompanied with polished dress shoes, and a white tie to top it all off. If this doesn’t scream party (or extremely de Vil like) he doesn’t know what does. It’s perfect! Or well, to him, apparently not to the latter. “Yes? I even took the time to borrow this shirt from my brother!” He exclaims, pointing at the shirt. “Even if it’s a tiny bit too big on me, that’s ‘cause he’s a giant.”

Sebastian had the slightest inkling that Eriden might overdress (he is a horrible participant of assumptions based on surnames) but as he glances down at his own jeans-hoodie-plain shirt ensemble and back at the tie and slacks ordeal that was his fellow teacher he feels incredibly underdressed. "No, you look great. Phenomenal, even" He reassures the other with a nod, "I just didn't know shoes could look that... leathery?" Being a stranger to more formal, high end events, Sebastian wasn't sure how to describe the other. Was leathery even a word?

[pehades-blog]

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

she was there at the wrong place and time as always. yet, this time would be deadliest mistake of all. penelope shouldn’t have went clubbing that night. if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be bleeding to her death in the alleyway. this isn’t how things were supposed to end.  

everything around her is dark and it seems like there’s no hope for her now. hot tears are falling from her eyes as her hand tries to suppress the flow of blood coming from the wounds on her body. it finally hits her how terrifying it is to die, especially all alone like this. she doesn’t want to leave this world just yet. penelope wants to scream for someone to save her, but the words won’t come out from her throat. it’s as if they were stuck. her body won’t cooperate with her now and it’s starting to become cold. the blood won’t stop and penelope knows she’s lost too much by the time someone frantically rushes into the alley.

 it’s eridan. his usual happy composure is thrown away and is replaced with one of worry. she can feel his hand hold onto her free hand desperately as he whispers to her. her tears are falling slower this time as if time was stopping for her. she’s slipping away while he’s crying out to anyone to save her and she uses the last of her energy to whisper to him, not knowing if he’ll be able to hear her. she’s glad that he was the one to be by her side. penelope just wishes that she could of been by his side just for a little while more."thank you."

[pehades-blog]

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she finds him sitting down on a bench, ice cream cone in hand. the young goddess purses lips as she glances at the frozen dessert. the ice cream is dripping and she's hungry, her head tilting to the side to glance at the trail. small fingers quickly reach out to grab the treat from the older man's hand and she munches happily on the food in front of her, forgetting about the person in front of her. after a few moments, she feels his gaze on her and she's embarrassed. her cheeks are a light pink as she puts on her brightest smile with hopes that he forgot about his stolen ice cream, not noticing some of the ice cream on her face. "sorry, mister! my mommy says that it's okay to get food from other people when you're really hungry." 

[michikikomori]

kazuki!

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

Kazuki is cool. Probably the only person in Elias that understands robots. I mean some people here, don't really know and it's pretty frustrating. So, it's nice to have someone to talk about it with. Plus, I like hanging out with him. He's the only person that seems sane on at the academy.

[luciferwilson-blog-blog]

eridandevil:

This was the last person he’d thought that would try to cheer him up. The other doesn’t seem to care for his well-being or anyone else’s well-being other than Jinx and himself. It’s nice though, nice to see one of his worse students try to cheer him up— even if it might possibly be in an illegal way. But still! It’s the thought that counts, he thinks. Maybe he should take up on the offer, he honestly wouldn’t mind (he actually does, he just doesn’t want to turn him down).

Eridan grins at his student, “your definition of fun is different from mine, Lucifer.” He pushes himself out of the chair, places the scattered ungraded papers on his desk into a file and stuffs it in his briefcase. “But I wouldn’t mind having some fun,” he says, “teachers need to fun sometimes, so lead the way?”

He likes Eridan, and not in the I-wanna-fuck-my-teacher-just-to-see-how-it-feels-like way. (Okay, maybe a bit like that, but that wasn’t the point.) Eridan was pretty damn chill, and Lucifer thought that he was different than teachers he’s encountered before. Granted, Lucifer didn’t even attend school all that much before Elias and, even upon entry to the Academy, he was loathe to go to any of the classes, but still –

“You don’t mind going out of the Academy, do you?” he asked, already walking away and expecting his teacher to follow. “I mean, like, outside these walls we ain’t student and teacher, are we? What happens outside of Elias, stays outside of Elias,” he stated, grinning over his shoulder. “More fun that way, teach.”