Chapter 87: THE BONDS THAT BIND (3)
Castiel exhaled sharply, and his tightened fists relaxed slightly. Young Lady Darvia’s eyes looked at them both, her eyes bright with certainty that this was what she wanted, that she wanted the two of them. Velmoria was absolutely terrified by how comfortable the young lady was. She wished she could accept the bond as quickly.
On the other hand, Castiel, the angel who had part in taking the breath from her lungs, flexed his wings slightly, as if he was resisting an instinct to reach over. He could, if he wanted to, seeing as they were so close to each other. The halo at the top of his head bobbed up and down so quickly, an indicator of how his holy power was also going haywire.
Finally, Velmoria took in a small breath, and schooled her features. "Young Lady Darvia," she began again but the noble demon cut her off again.
"Nyx." Young Lady Darvia corrected her again, "Or Nyxie if you prefer. I mean it, Velmoria. I know, I can call you Mori, or if you do not like that, I can call you Vela. Oooh. I know, Loria."
Castiel’s chuckle was not something that Velmoria had been expecting, but the moment Young Lady Darvia started listing nicknames that they could use to address Velmoria, he had covered his lips, obviously trying to hide his laughter.
Velmoria shot him a glare. "Do not encourage her."
Castiel barely managed to suppress his laughter, his shoulders shaking slightly as he cleared throat. "Apologies," he murmured, though the glimmer of amusement in his blue eyes told her he was not sorry in the slightest.
Young Lady Darvia grinned unbashedly, her pink eyes practically glowing with mischief only a young demon such herself would have. "Oh, but it is fun, is it not? Nicknames make things intimate." Se clasped her hands together, tilting her head together. "Do you not like any of them, Loria?
Velmoria’s eye twitched. She had not come all the way into the garden with them to allow herself to be swept off of her feet by a child. No. "That one is the worst."
Young Lady Darva gasped dramatically, "But it’s cute!"
Velmoria pinched the bridge of her nose, "You are impossible."