Carmilla was typing something on her phone while Velvette stretched lazily on the other side of the bed, her hair messy in every possible direction and slightly flattened by the pillow.
The older overlord didn’t mind pausing what she was doing when the shorter woman rested her head on her shoulder, reading the messages Carmilla was exchanging with Clara, her daughter.
Velvette hadn’t planned on saying anything — it was far too early to act like a brat anyway — but when she saw how Carmilla had saved her daughter’s contact, she changed her mind.
“I don’t believe this,” the social-media overlord laughed, the sound instantly drawing Carmilla’s attention.
“Would you mind sharing?” Carmilla asked, one eyebrow raised and her chin lifted just a bit.
It was cute, and Velvette wanted to kiss her, but annoying Carmilla — even just a little — was her favorite part of the day. She smiled and feigned an innocent tone.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, grandma. It does fit you,” Velvette tapped her manicured nail against Clara’s name, still glowing on the screen. “But I expected you to save your most important contacts in a more affectionate way.”
Carmilla didn’t respond right away. She finished typing her message and then turned the phone toward Velvette again, this time showing all her contacts and her recent conversations.
Vaggie, a few lesser demons talking business… all of them saved with the same dry, straightforward style. And then Velvette saw her own contact — saved the exact same way. Her smile died instantly, and she felt offended.
“I didn’t know the way I save my contacts bothered you so much.”
And there it was — that half-smile Velvette loved and hated at the same time. Carmilla also had a weakness for seeing her irritated.
“Saving Vox’s shitty contact like that I understand,” the stylist shrugged. “But no nickname for your daughters or for me? That’s borderline offensive.”
“I suppose you do things differently, then?”
Carmilla’s provocation wasn’t even finished when Velvette’s phone landed on her lap with a soft thump muffled by the blanket. The arms dealer grabbed it.
Velvette definitely had a lot of contacts — all saved with some nickname and several emojis beside them.
She scrolled past Vox and Valentino, both decorated with colorful hearts. Carmilla wasn’t really paying attention until she saw her own contact — saved as “Carm,” surrounded by giraffe emojis.
“What can I say?” Velvette shrugged, her smile returning. “You’re tall.”
“A very enlightening observation. Thank you,” Carmilla said as she handed her phone back.
As soon as Velvette had it again, she threw herself onto Carmilla’s lap, ignoring the older demon’s half-hearted protest that they needed to get up.
She dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand.
“Hell can wait, darling. Now we need to decide how to properly name your contacts.”
Carmilla rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed. She genuinely seemed to enjoy Velvette’s burst of enthusiasm. She let Velvette take her phone again and explain which emojis fit Clara and Odette best, even though Carmilla understood absolutely none of the explanations.
Her fingers wandered into Velvette’s hair, caressing her scalp while her other hand rested comfortably on Velvette’s waist.
Carmilla knew she was right. Hell could wait. The only thing she wanted to focus on right now was Velvette’s voice.
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