#prhys

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@psirened

deimos was laying face first on rhys’ couch. he had been considering becoming a human for a few weeks now (he knew it wasn’t as simple as just becoming human. but he knew it was possible) and ever since he realize it was something he wanted it was hard for him to be around rhys. so he been avoiding him as best he could for a someone who lived with rhys and didn’t have a real life outside of his apartment. 

it wasn’t that he disliked being a demon. he had a fairly good existence so far so he didn’t have any complaints. it was more that he had started like rhys too much. deimos wanted to be someone who could take care of rhys, he wanted to have an actual future with him too. he wanted to be his real boyfriend and not just some demon that refused to move out his apartment.

rhys was going to get older, he was going to mature and maybe want a family. what if he decided he wanted deimos to go away? he didn’t want that. deimos didn’t even know if rhys liked having him around currently. surely, he would’ve asked deimos to leave by now if that was the case. unless he was scared of him since he was a demon but deimos felt like he had long since proved himself harmless. 

he was tiring himself out. it was far too much work keeping this hidden from rhys than it should be. deimos just wasn’t sure how to break the news to him - or rather ask him if that was something he’d be okay with. because if rhys didn’t want deimos around there was not point in him becoming human.

he left out a long groan into the cushion kicking his legs slightly. deimos didn’t think rhys would be home soon therefore he felt it was safe to stay in his spot and continue wallowing in his indecisiveness. 

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@psirened

deimos grinned as he pushed past rhys. he tugged off his beanie and ruffled up his hair exposing his small horns. hiding them with his magics took a lot of effort and wearing a beanie sometimes was too hot so he was stuck between too annoyances but in the end he usually decided the latter was what he’d rather deal with. now that he was in the safety of rhys’ apartment he didn’t have to worry about that.

“i like you’re friends,” deimos declared turning on his feet once he heard the door click closed, “they’re fun.” they hadn’t done much but the way rhys had reacted to deimos’ comments was more than entertaining to the young demon. he liked watching rhys squirm if he put it in layman's terms. in fact, he liked that much more than the actual company of the other humans.

by a demon’s standard deimos hadn’t been alive for long - he hadn’t even lived out the full live span of a human yet. which meant to a demon he still had much to experience but deimos already decided that rhys was his favourite human. he didn’t know what it was about the taller boy but deimos was attached.

“d’ya think they liked me?” deimos asked turning away again as his tail untucked itself from under his shirt swishing through the air slowly before it found its way into his hands. he held onto the end of it squishing it gently. for some reason the action put him at ease. it was a habit he couldn’t drop.  

taking slow steps he made his way over to rhys’ couch not hesitating as he sat down onto it. while he enjoyed being around the humans it took a lot out of him. deimos’ preferred to just laze around and do nothing (it was a trait most sloth demons hand, just as a lust demon loved to fuck or a pride demon loved to prove themselves better, sloth demons well, liked to be lazy).

he freed one of his hands from his tail to reach out into rhys’ direction. he didn’t say anything or do anything else to indicate it but he wanted rhys to come sit with him. deimos planned on not leaving this spot for a few hours now but he wanted rhys to be there with him.

[fisching-for-fate-blog]

Action, Reaction → Rhys and Marshall

Tagging: Rhys Zimmerman and Marshall Fischer

Location: Shoreline and desert

Time: Midday

Notes: Rhys finds Marshall on the shoreline, and she acts first, thinks later.

Extra Notes: 

MARSHALL FISCHER:

It was gritty and hot beneath her, but cool - almost cold - water came and then receded at her feet. For what felt like a few minutes, this was all Marshall felt. She didn’t think. She only felt. But when the quiet thudding sound of feet resounded in her ears, Marshall was suddenly aware of much more. Fully conscious, she listened as the footsteps grew closer, staying completely still, keeping her breathing even. Marshall felt their shadow fall over her, and their heavy breathing. Until she felt the coolness of their shadow, she hadn’t realized just how hot it was. But that thought flashed away from her when she realized that she was fully, entirely naked.

She nearly gasped, and her muscles tightened. She prayed that the person over her might at least be female, but at the grunt she heard, she knew that it was a male. Her heart was suddenly racing, any semblance of calm she had had now shattered. There was a man standing over her, and she had nothing to cover herself with. She felt that at any moment, he could begin to hurt her. She had never been more vulnerable, and had to quell her own trembling as she thought of her previous night in the alleyway.

‘I have to get away. I can’t let him hurt me.’ She gathered her wits and came up with a plan, going with whatever came to her first. Once she had her plan, Marshall calmed herself, took a breath only slightly deeper than the others, and judged where the man was standing. Once she had that done, she waited a few more moments. And then, as quickly and as hard as she could, she curled her hand into a fist and punched the man in the jaw. Eyes open, she hardly spared and single moment to glance at the man before she took off running into what she now knew must be a desert.

The sand was hot under her feet, the sun bearing down on her pale flesh. Marshall’s mind raced to figure out where she was, why she was there, and how she got there, but there were no answers. Eventually, the constant running grew to take over her mind, and she willingly let these questions go, paying attention only to the sound of her own fast, heavy breathing.