Prince of Darkness (Closed//Mature Stalkers Enabled)

"You won't have to, because if you stay here for a bit I won't be freezing for eternity." Scipio hugged Lucifer, trying to steal his body heat.

Lucifer had his arms crossed like a grumpy toddler, so it wasn't quite helping out with sharing his body heat. "Right, and when I stand up again you're gonna say that you're gonna freeze."

"Stop being so bitchy… You sound like me. Let me love you." Scipio tried to move closer to Lucifer.

"I just want to paint, okay?" He huffed angrily, and didn't snuggle the other back. He sort of had a lot of stress, and just wanted to paint it away.

Scipio looked up at Lucifer with his best puppy dog eyes, still hugging his arm. "Pleeeease? For me?"

"Noooooope," He huffed angrily, his arms still crossed as he laid along the bed wrong. "Just go under the sheets or something."

Scipio huffed as well, still clinging to Lucifer. "But you're warm.." He said softly, closing his eyes.

"I don't caaaaarreeee," He whined, huffing loudly. He buried the human in sheets after sitting up a little, and flopped down onto his chest.

"I wanna cuddle though…" Scipio hugged Lucifer again, the sheets still not warm enough.

Lucifer seemed comfortable enough on Scipio's chest, as he sat there with a huff. "Well, I'm right here, I'm just saying maybe you'd be warmer if you were actually in the sheets."

Scipio moved down a bit so the sheets covered him more, never letting go of Lucifer. "There. Happy?"

Lucifer huffed and crossed his arms tighter. "Yes." Those ideas of making him warm and shut up at the same time still floated around.

"Alert your face." Scipio laughed a bit. It sounded almost like a giggle, and he covered his mouth with one hand.

"Alert my face?" He asked, sounding confused. "What do you mean alert my face?" He shook his head at the human. He didn't make any sense.

"I mean you said you're happy, but you don't look happy at all." Scipio held tighter to Lucifer..

(I think that phrase might actually just be a thing with my family oof. We're really weird)

"Oh. No, I don't think I will," Lucifer said with a soft chuckle. His lips twitched a little into a smile and glanced at him.

Scipio smiled as well and closed his eyes. Even with Lucifer there and the blankets, he was still shivering slightly.

He sighed and collected the human in his arms, pulling him close to his chest to help him actually warm up. He hoped he didn't get any shit from Scipio when he warmed up and Lucifer stood again.

Scipio seemed to have fallen asleep and was buried in the sheets, so he seemed to at least be okay for now. His breathing was more relaxed, at least.

Lucifer quietly grumbled to himself about sleeping humans and when he invites Scipio once to sleep in his bed, they're suddenly bound together by contract to sleep together.

(Hey he understands now lmao)
Scipio turned over in his sleep, one of the sleeves of Lucifer's massive shirt slipping off his shoulder. Compared to the demon, he really was pretty small.

Whatever, right? Now he can't have one moment's of peace by himself to paint without getting interrupted. Well, there were pros and there were cons. A definite con was that Scipio wanted to sleep all the time.

( ¯_(ツ)_/¯ )
Scipio tugged the covers tighter around himself, finally quiet. He was honestly more enjoyable to be around when he was asleep sometimes.

Lucifer let him go again after a few minutes and stood up, sitting back down with his paints and brushes with a deep huff. Though as he continued painting, he relaxed.

Scipio eventually woke up again, of course, but decided to stay quiet this time. He watched Lucifer paint silently as he stayed bundled up in the blankets.

Lucifer had his legs crossed in the plush red armchair as he gazed at a small flower in a soft gray vase from across the room. He was sitting up straight as he painted, grinning. He had started painting a while ago and was starting to hang his paintings up.

Scipio brushed his hair out of his eyes, continuing to watch. What is he painting? He turned his head a bit to see the flower.

He had spent a couple days on the painting and didn't want to give it up. Besides he was very close to finishing. He put a couple finishing touches on it, grabbed a thin brush and put his mark on it. He was done!

Scipio clapped weakly, seeing Lucifer sign the finished painting. "Nice…"