[ Raphael, being the creature that he was, did not often feel jealousy like mortals did, not over petty little things, or nothing at all. That being said, he knows the feeling well that bursts forth, feeling angry and a touch annoyed at the fact that his incubus and Sebastian were practically pawing at one another without paying attention to him was going to bring out the arrogant, petty jealousy that Raphael did not... often feel.
Then again, he also knew this was supposed to. ]
I think Haarlep wouldn't know what to do with themselves if I did.
[ After all, when had Raphael Ever? The incubus in Sebastian's lap definitely laughed, and it's a touch mean when they do, sharp teeth scraping against Sebastian's exposed neck, their body arching salaciously, clearly intended as a show for the both of them. Their wings shifted, moved, and one stretched out enough to bap against Raphael's knee playfully. 'I doubt he would know what to do if he ever tried,' they said, their tone a soft, teasing laugh. 'I am not the one who would be lost, little brat,' the teasing name, and the way Haarlep turned their eyes toward him, with their tongue out, licking a long, wet strip against Sebastian's neck to drive the point home.
Raphael ground his teeth, and his fingers balled into the duvet.
Because of course Haarlep was right. As if Raphael had. ]
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Then again, he also knew this was supposed to. ]
I think Haarlep wouldn't know what to do with themselves if I did.
[ After all, when had Raphael Ever? The incubus in Sebastian's lap definitely laughed, and it's a touch mean when they do, sharp teeth scraping against Sebastian's exposed neck, their body arching salaciously, clearly intended as a show for the both of them. Their wings shifted, moved, and one stretched out enough to bap against Raphael's knee playfully. 'I doubt he would know what to do if he ever tried,' they said, their tone a soft, teasing laugh. 'I am not the one who would be lost, little brat,' the teasing name, and the way Haarlep turned their eyes toward him, with their tongue out, licking a long, wet strip against Sebastian's neck to drive the point home.
Raphael ground his teeth, and his fingers balled into the duvet.
Because of course Haarlep was right. As if Raphael had. ]