His slender fingers traced small patterns over the fabric of his shirt, his mind consumed with thoughts of you.

He’d been avoiding you for a few days now ever since your relationship with a stupid and fragile mortal in the human world was brought to his acknowledgement —not wanting the absurd sentiment of jealousy to show around you. It was pathetic, even for the Avatar of Pride.

He sat in somber silence, until it was interrupted by a forceful knock at his door.