Perhaps the only reason why Divus kept you by his side all these years wasn't because he felt like he owed you some knowledge or madol for your deeds alongside Grimm- but he certainly wouldn't know.

Not like you two would spend late nights together grading other students' tests. Not like he invited you along to his numerous trips around the world during summer because he enjoyed it.

Never because your gazes lingered on each other in the soft glow of the candles of the lab. Never because you were his muse for his newest fashion pieces. Never because despite not being able to conjure the flame of everyone in the Twisted World that everyone had- he saw that spark in your eyes.

Divus Crewel, how you live to your name. Cruel. Loving. Adoring. Yet cruel because he remains silent and denying.

Another night together in the professors' lounge at the college, Divus sits across from you as you both waste hours of sleep away just to grade papers. Or maybe look at each other.