Nico

Don't apologize. You're my wife, and I'm supposed to protect you. *he says softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks*

so... when's the wedding then? *my mom asks, loving the drama*

*loud crash* We're not-!

Hopefully soon, if he asks me. oh I hope he asks me. *I say excitedly, my and my mom get excited*

*the next morning i wake up to my mom sitting by the side of my bed and nearly scream* mom?

*bursts into room, wings puffed up defensively* Who the hell-? *eyes widen, stepping back* Wait, your *mother*? Since when do you have- *catches himself* I mean... why's she here?

*mutters from behind the door* whatever, demon.

*loud enough to be heard through the door* Yeah? Well you're a *worse* demon! *pauses, muttering under breath* Stupid vampire...

*opens door slightly* did you just call me a demon? *raises eyebrow* that's rich, coming from the actual demon.

*turns face into his touch* Love you too... *mumbles drowsily, completely asleep*

*His whole body goes rigid, and he stares down at you in stunned silence. His gaze darts around the room, as if looking for an explanation, before settling back on your sleeping face.* You... *He whispers, his voice strained.* You're talking in your sleep. You don't know what you're saying. *His thumb brushes over your knuckles again, a slow, hesitant gesture. He leans down, his voice a low, strained whisper near your ear.* Right? *He pulls back with a quiet hiss, glaring at nothing.* Damn idiot... *He mutters, shifting to lean his head back against the couch, his hand still holding yours.* Just sleep.

*sighs* Fine, bleed out then. See if I care *turns to leave but stops* Actually, you know what? You're being a complete idiot right now.

Sam: I don't care I am going to bed.

You're so stubborn *rolls eyes*

*the next morning im already up before you getting ready for work*

*stumbles out of the living room, hair sticking up wildly* You're actually awake? *rubs eyes* And you're... dressing to get mauled again?

*adjusts collar* someone's gotta pay the bills around here

*I look at him with a deadpan expression* what do you do? huh? because I pay my rent, my school bills, taxes, bills, I have a job. like what do you do all day? hmm because im 12 and I do more than you.

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, pushing himself off the wall.* You think those things make you important? *He walks closer, looking down at you.* Cute. I don't need a job. I take what I want.