If this were months ago the Socialite would have been right about the repression. Devil had been incredibly repressed and in denial over his feelings for Maven, insisting that Devils do not feel that way for people and any Devil that tries to convince you otherwise is trying to get something out of you, most likely your soul. At least that was his understanding of how Devil were, even other Devils said it was unnatural and disgusting to develop feelings for humans, so he couldn't possibly feel any such thing right?
(In retrospect the fact that they didn't say it couldn't happen, just that it was disgusting, should have been a tip off; if they considered him wrong and lesser over a lot of things, why should this be any different)
It took a while to even admit to himself, much less Maven.
But now, while he had trouble admitting many things, this was not one of them.
And while he sometimes had difficulty with being publicly tender and romantic, with the right motivation...
He grinned at that, apparently seeing it as a challenge, "Oh ho ho, I guess it's back to being Maven's turn to be teased~"
Maven turned quickly to him, "What do you-"
The Brash Devil stood up and leaned over to her ear, cupping one hand around it. He shot the Socialite a look as if to tease them about all the romantic stuff they were gonna miss out on hearing (considering how openly the Socialite had expressed a love for love right from their very first meeting), and then started whispering in her ear, careful to regulate his body so his breath didn't come out scalding onto her skin. To top it off, his other hand had reached for one of Maven's and had interlaced their fingers together. (so openly in front of the class too!)
Maven's demeanor gradually changed. Where there was once confusion was being replaced with shy demureness of one trying incredibly hard to keep from melting into a giggling mess. Her face was growing ever more red as the Devil went on, her smile growing tender. Her other hand had come up and was fiddling with one of the locks of hair that frame her face as she listened. At one point he must've said something particularly sweet because it looked like she was about to be near tears at that point. It was all very cute and romantic, like something out of an old regency romance.
Then he glanced at the Socialite again, and with a glint in his eye and a mischievous grin seemed to make a decision in that moment. He whispered something else and... did the Socialite hear his name?
Whatever it was, it made Maven suddenly tense, eyed wide and face somehow going even redder. She pushed his face away, looking scandalized but laughing as she barely managed to keep her voice from yelling as it cracked from the embarrassment, "For goodness sakes we are in a classroom!"
The Devil just laughed in response as her hand squished into his cheek, clearly having gotten the exact reaction he was hoping to get with whatever he had said last.
Re: Before Class
(In retrospect the fact that they didn't say it couldn't happen, just that it was disgusting, should have been a tip off; if they considered him wrong and lesser over a lot of things, why should this be any different)
It took a while to even admit to himself, much less Maven.
But now, while he had trouble admitting many things, this was not one of them.
And while he sometimes had difficulty with being publicly tender and romantic, with the right motivation...
He grinned at that, apparently seeing it as a challenge, "Oh ho ho, I guess it's back to being Maven's turn to be teased~"
Maven turned quickly to him, "What do you-"
The Brash Devil stood up and leaned over to her ear, cupping one hand around it. He shot the Socialite a look as if to tease them about all the romantic stuff they were gonna miss out on hearing (considering how openly the Socialite had expressed a love for love right from their very first meeting), and then started whispering in her ear, careful to regulate his body so his breath didn't come out scalding onto her skin. To top it off, his other hand had reached for one of Maven's and had interlaced their fingers together. (so openly in front of the class too!)
Maven's demeanor gradually changed. Where there was once confusion was being replaced with shy demureness of one trying incredibly hard to keep from melting into a giggling mess. Her face was growing ever more red as the Devil went on, her smile growing tender. Her other hand had come up and was fiddling with one of the locks of hair that frame her face as she listened. At one point he must've said something particularly sweet because it looked like she was about to be near tears at that point. It was all very cute and romantic, like something out of an old regency romance.
Then he glanced at the Socialite again, and with a glint in his eye and a mischievous grin seemed to make a decision in that moment. He whispered something else and... did the Socialite hear his name?
Whatever it was, it made Maven suddenly tense, eyed wide and face somehow going even redder. She pushed his face away, looking scandalized but laughing as she barely managed to keep her voice from yelling as it cracked from the embarrassment, "For goodness sakes we are in a classroom!"
The Devil just laughed in response as her hand squished into his cheek, clearly having gotten the exact reaction he was hoping to get with whatever he had said last.