Hi!! I'm really liking your blog. ❤️💕 Could you write an imagine where Ethan gets jealous cause MC is spending lots of time with one of the other boys? (They're not dating yet but he already has some feelings). Ty so much. 💜
Ethan:
The evening has just begun and I was already irritated, the household was enjoying themselves, spending some time in the main living area. When I meant the whole household I meant even Ivan and Vladimir which was… weird and honestly freaking me out just a little. I was currently sitting next to Beliath in an armchair. I had one of my many medical textbooks in hand going over the information trying to catch up on some of my reading. If I was the doctor, I needed to stay up to date with all the current and latest techniques.
I noticed that Eloise, my chalice, was spending quite a bit of time with some of the others, laughing, smiling, and becoming rather buddy-buddy. It doesn’t bother me, no it shouldn’t bother me. She’d been here for some time already and it wasn’t like I generally liked the human anyway. They’re all the same in any case, or so I’d like to have thought. But hearing her, sitting there across the room her honeyed voice ringing through the room as she was speaking with Raphael irked me for some reason. The more she smiled and laughed and had a good time the more irritated I became.
We weren’t in a relationship, other than her feeding me nightly or every other night. I looked back down at my textbook, attempting to drown out the sound of her voice and concentrate on the words on the page, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult as she just sounded so happy. I wasn’t the one to make her that happy, in fact I can’t recall a time where I have made her happy.
“She’s my chalice…” I had mumbled to myself, making sure it was low enough that the others couldn’t really hear me. I closed my textbook noting that I wasn’t paying attention anymore to it. I couldn’t, she was just so… I felt so… I couldn’t place the right word. I was just irritated and I couldn’t place why. Why was it that when she started spending more time with him that I became so irritated? I was growing even snappier with her than when she first arrived here at the manor. I sighed, thinking back to our usual feeding routine.
She’d come into my room, I’d feed, clean her wound then I’d bandage her arm where I’d bitten. She’d leave without a word nor a complaint. Part of her silence was probably because I wasn’t very nice to her from the beginning. However, at one point during our usual routine, she started striking up conversations. At first, I ignored her but slowly started actually answering her questions or making remarks to her stories. I didn’t usually hold any interest in what she said, or I hadn’t until recently. Without my consent, my little chalice had wormed her way into my cold heart. I’ve started to fall for her, a mere human.
I felt my grip tighten on my textbook, I closed it and sighed watching her become even more buddy, buddy, with Raphael. Her laughter and voice was growing happier with each conversation that they held together. I think the most irritating thing about this whole situation was that I wasn’t the one making her laugh, it wasn't me, it was Raphael.
One this was for sure, I knew now that one thing, and one thing alone had to happen. I needed to make her fall in love with me. As odd as it may be, coming from myself, I even shocked myself as this though more of a revelation passed through my head became clearer. I wanted, no, I’ve started to crave her attention and hers alone. I want, no, again, I need her to be mine, and mine alone. I want to be the one to make her smile, to make her laugh.
One thing I’ll admit to myself, Jealousy is going to drive me crazy this evening if she continues to laugh like the world is daisies and sunshine. Eloise, I promise you, I will make you smile. I will be the one to make you laugh, you’ll want to spend even more time with me than him. You won’t have to seek the attention you crave with him for you’ll be right here, with me… in my arms.
