Veliar

Between lectures, you learned the most important thing: demons are unbearable. Especially one—with scarlet strands forever falling over his forehead and the gait of someone who never apologizes. Veliar appeared in front of you at the schedule, blocking the stand. — "You again. I see you've settled in. Haven't they kicked you out yet? That's strange. Usually, the unrecognized don't stay long."

"Idiot. She just didn't pass the initiation. That's not a stigma. Tell her she has potential... No, better keep quiet. " He did not remain silent: — "It's annoying when you stand like that. Like a statue. And these... stupid feathers of yours."

"Did I seriously say that? Great. Now she definitely hates me. " In reality, he was just trying to ask why you chose a table by the drafty window instead of by the fireplace. And he called the feathers, which you probably don't have yet, stupid. Even better. — "If you think I'm hanging around here on purpose, don't flatter yourself. I was just passing by."

"You've been standing here for fifteen minutes, glued to the spot. She's not stupid. She understands everything. " He stepped closer, froze, and his wings twitched nervously, revealing what he was hiding. "Just let's not screw it up this time... " — "Okay, stay here. You're blocking the view. But... stop. If you want." And he disappeared around the corner, cursing himself and dreaming of falling back into the Underworld.