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👀 + Demis, what would you look for in an ideal partner?

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

He hums as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet. There’s a lot to be said, or unsaid, as the celestial shines under the light. Golden flecks sparkle over his skin, flaring as a flush roars over his cheeks. “I don’t want to be...” Oh, how he hates this. People are so vast and different, he loves that, sees beauty in all. But, there are a few things he knows he doesn’t want. “Held up on some sort of pedestal? Or treated as fragile. I don’t want to be seen for what I am or what illness plagues me.” It’s the best way he can explain it. “I just want someone who will care, that doesn’t want to break me down... I want to live, and I want to thrive with that person. Love is a beautiful thing and I pray to the divines that they will grant me with that one day.” 

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“Demis, this sounds like three sentences.”

“I tried Touhi, stop judging me.” He hides his golden cheeks in his hands. “Could you do it for yourself?” 

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His fingers curl tighter into the blanket, shuffling along to the front door. It takes a few pulls to open the old and heavy wood, Demis resting on the frame after he manages to, out of breath. “Mm, you made it faster than I thought you would.” He wheezes, gold dusting his fingers as it exhales from his lungs. Earth had not been kind to him, his body not meant for this planet. At the very least, it was stocked well with medicine. “I’m sorry I called you, I didn’t know who else to ask. You’re the only one I trust not to... you know, treat me like a science experiment.” 

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❖ + Demis, what’s something you really want to do?

Golden eyes shine in his excitement, “I’d love for anything to help this planet. There’s so much that can be done. The environment, the political setting, poverty. The answers are all within its grasp, someone just needs to give the right humans a gentle push. I may be a bit of a dreamer but I think this planet could become something greater. I don’t think it’s something I could personally achieve, but if I can make a difference to some people I guess that’s good enough for me. I’d start with the climate disaster first.” 

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Demis, you’re beautiful.

“Oh no, I’m really not!” His head tucks into his sweater, hiding away the gold flecks that brush off his cheeks. “The earth is beautiful! Humans are beautiful! Really, I’m barely anything in comparison to... everything.” 

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Demis, if you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say?

His posture straightens, brows furrowing together as lips purse. He doesn’t know what to say, how to describe himself at all. Does that mean his species? His personality? How he thinks and feels? His illness? What makes him him. 

“I am the sun; I am warmth and light - I provide, I am a backbone, but most of all a caregiver.” 

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What makes you the happiest, Demis?

“Other peoples happiness.” He doesn’t even have to think about that one. “To see people safe and relaxed. To watch them unfold in their confidence and bloom into who they really are because there is no judgement - no threat to them. People are beautiful.” The celestial smiles, his cheeks glowing as the golden blood beneath his skins rushes through him. 

“There is nothing like it.”