Malachi
Says the guy who just didn’t use a period
Storm
Mine was a stylistic choice. His is because he doesn’t know how to text
Annoying
He pocketed the phone with a roll of his eyes and teleported to Nicolas’s apartment. His phone was quietly buzzing on the bedside table as the group chat continued to chime. Ashmedai settled on the edge of the bed and leaned over, kissing him awake.
“Mm,” Nicolas hummed sleepily, casting a hand out for him and encountering Ashmedai’s coat. “You’re still dressed. Get over here.”
“Can’t. Have to meet the others at the apartment.”
Nicolas blinked himself awake, knuckling one eye with his free hand while the other made a home on Ashmedai’s thigh. “What? Why? Something happen?”
“I think I’ve found where Kyle has been going.”
“Oh.” Nicolas looked at him seriously, and then yawned. “Do I have time to make some coffee?”
“I can make it. You dress.”
“You can?”
Ashmedai leaned in and licked the tip of his nose. “Yes. Dress.”
“You’ve gotten bossy.”
“Was always bossy. I just use more words now.”
Nicolas’s chuckle followed him from the room. “That’s true.”
He’d seen Nicolas make coffee many times by now, but he’d never paid much attention to the actual ratio of powder to water. He dithered for a moment, studying the tub of ‘coffee grounds,’ and then realized there were directions on the side. A scoop for two cups. So he filled the water reservoir to the ‘four’ and added two scoops, just to be sure Nicolas would have as much as he wanted. He hit the button to turn the machine on, pleased with himself?—
And then the coffee poured straight out onto the burner, because he was still holding the carafe.
“Fuck,” he said instinctively, shoving the carafe under the drip.
He heard athumpfrom the bedroom, and Nicolas called out, “Did you just say ‘fuck’? I’ve never heard you say that before.”
“I-I did.”
Nicolas appeared in the dark kitchen, rubbing his elbow and grinning. “You’re picking up quite the vocabulary.”
Ashmedai cast him a bashful look only to realize Nicolas couldn’t see anything more than his eyes. He watched his human open a cabinet and fumble for a cup—a metal mug with a clear lid, which he almost knocked over. Did it bother him to spend so much time in the dark for Ashmedai’s sake? Did his diminished eyesight make him feel like he was missing something?
Ashmedai removed the lid from the cup and poured the coffee for him. “Isn’t it hard for you to see in the dark?”
Nicolas huffed out a laugh. “I mean, yeah, humans don’t see well in the dark.”
“Do you dislike it?”
Nicolas set the cup aside and took the lapels of Ashmedai’s coat in hand, using them to turn him bodily toward him. “Have I given you that impression?”
He hadn’t, but that didn’t change the fact that Nicolas was going without his most relied upon sense in moments like these, for Ashmedai’s comfort. “Humans weren’t meant to live in darkness.”
“I don’t live in darkness. You can walk in light; you just can’t teleport from it. I spend time in the sun almost everyday. We spend time in light with the others and at the Rink.”
