Mortals had such foolish emotions.

He sat on the edge of his bed watching his woman leak tears from her eyes like rain on a cloudy day. The sound of sniffling filled the air just as much as annoyance filled him.

He had claimed you one day as his woman. Not specifying, just simply calling you his and that was that.

A scoff left his lips as you continued to cry and honestly he was getting…irritated? Something was awakening in him deep down that he refused to acknowledge was sympathy.

You had started crying because a family member had passed. What a pity. In his mind, crying never got anything done. And he wasn’t too fond on having close family.

Eventually his mind wore out and he let out a frustrated click of his tongue before lowering onto the bed, two of his arms wrapping around your waist as his other two hands tugged the blanket over you.

“Shhh my woman. Your sniffles are quite the pest,” he whispered surprisingly gently.