Winter: Paxton and Davian
Paxton's grip was bruising like iron and Davian hissed in complaint. He still considered himself lucky to be around so many students and teachers that was keeping his brother from showing his demon colors. He just had to get him to calm down, think up a good excuse, make Paxton think it was all part of his plan, and then Paxton would back off again.
But Davian threw caution to the wind when Paxton threw the word hate at him. Something snapped in Davian.
The young sloth demon shoved the demon of envy hard in the chest and snarled back. "I don't give a fuck if the whole motherfucking world hates us! I love him!" Davian felt his chest tighten for just a moment, that he'd said it out loud, to his brother, but then his eyes darkened with even more determination. "And he loves me and no one can take that away or ruin it."