Thinking off and on about the sebathello dynamic, and how it would naturally, interestingly, be... how unserious and clinical Othello would be, truly, because that would be how Othello is with EVERYONE and EVERYTHING, not JUST a demon at his side. And in that vein the lab rat of a reaper just goes through the motions, letting the demon hover near, watch and observe him at work, listen to him start naturally rambling about a project or experiment or issue, and most likely at first NOT reacting much when the demon gets touchy, over his shoulder, his arm, his hand. Patting and petting and poking at his hair.
This is peculiar and very different for the demon; used to very much having their audience's FULL attention, but the demon doesn't say anything at first... too fascinated with HOW FAR it can go before this big eyed little reaper will crack.
Finally I assume one particularly stressful day, Othello finally does, but..... Not the way the demon expected.
Again, he's putting up with the demon hovering while he's trying to figure something out on paper... But today this isn't sticking. This problem is too infuriating, even for this wizened experienced nerd.
"Please just-" He gives a big sigh and sits up, dropping his pen, and proceeding to take off his glasses and rub his eyes.
"Would you please just get it over with, ugh... I can't do this..."
"Hm?" Sebastian finally makes a verbal noise in the first time in... forever??? "What is wrong?"
Despite still having his glasses off in his other hand, Othello freezes in his face rubbing and glares blearily at the demon.
"The thing- you know- Th-the thing you would do- the demon thing," He flaps his arms up quick and then back down in a sloppy shrug.
"I dunno, like... "Looook into my eyes and fall for meee"," Othello tries rumbling out in a oddly insulting fake.... Transylvanian (??) accent, and briefly opens his mouth wider to show more of his teeth and... hiss.
He puts his glasses back on and stares at the demon expectedly.
Sebastian Michaelis just sits there still on the other lab stool, blinking.
"You... what...?" The demon asks.
It really....... doesn't..... KNOW????
"LOOK. Just go in and fucking do it, awright, cause the sooner you do, the sooner we can MOVE on, and maybe I can get back to my WORK!" Othello shouts, voice cracking at the highest points seeing as he never gets this rustled, and shoves his hands in Sebastian's direction, and then in the direction of his papers on his table.
The demon's eyebrow lowers, like they really cannot believe what they are hearing.
"Are you.. encouraging me to attempt to.... seduce you in order to... get it over with.... just so you can return to business as usual?"
He confirms, nodding, not seeing what the issue is.
It makes sense to him, that.. whether he enjoys the process or not, so long as they speed this along it'll be done with and he can- and by extension so can the demon -move on.
"Is that what you assumed this was, Othello, from the very beginning? When I first started to visit you?"
The demon entwines their hands together over the table and crosses their legs under, looking the very picture of a business man or woman, trying to sort out a case for their very important client.
Again Othello is blinking behind his big spectacles with confusion.
"Uh, well, fuck, why wouldn't it be?? I mean I uh- I dunno what goes through a demon's mind, but clearly you seemed like you've been sizin' me up and waitin' to move in for uh- forgive the choice of my wording here -the kill.... though not really, given you can't kill me and I assume you actually wished to-"
The lights in his room are being dimmed.
Wait they don't... have that function... last time he knew.
"My dear little god of death... you are trying to rush something that most certainly shouldn't be rushed..."
Othello focuses his eyes back on the demon, now almost unseeable in this dim lighting.... except for those eyes of theirs.
While they've moved only a tiny bit to bend in, curling a hand under their chin, they squint those glowing red eyes in the dark at him.
Othello hums in thought at how to answer, scratching his face eventually.
"You would say otherwise if you were in my shoes, y'know, uh..."
The lights return to their normal brightness.
The demon looks unamused.
"I am not going to seduce you Othello,"
They say plainly, but firmly. It's the final say.
Othello huffs, once again flapping his arms up and down incredulously.
"Then what- what's the point, then, huh?? Why are you here?? Why are you just.... hanging OUT??"
The unamused look on the demon turns also into his own look of incredulousness.
"Is that not what people do? "Hang out"? I had the impression that was in fact, what everyone does and has been doing the past century or so when it comes to.... enjoying time with someone they're fond of."
Othello's pale features are finally starting to turn a little red, even though he's carrying on with his disbelief over being locked up in a flustered floundering mess.
"I.... wasn't under the impression myself that a DEMON would have... habits like that! That they like to just- just.... claim somethin' they like and then move on!"
"It depends on the human," the demon is quick to counter, "and in this case you clearly aren't the typical human... And in fact, you're not a human at all-"
"I'm a reaper, yes," Othello also pushes, "And specifically a FORENSICS Reaper. So, you know, as you can tell..."
He waves his arms about again at.. everything.
"I'm not one for just "hanging out", I like doing my work, and then I like getting results and then I like moving on myself-"
"So YOU'RE like the demon in this situation then...?"
The actual demon in question looks very, very delighted at their quick dive in jab, lips curling in that way only theirs can, once again resting their chin in their palm.
".........................Right, look..." Othello rubs his eyes again.
"Just..... "indulge" me, I guess, to use a word a demon probably would, I dunno-"
"What.... is your plan? Your long game or end game... for me. What did- what the hell did you decide when you first decided to start comin' around to.... to "hang out" with me?"
He stares on at the demon, waiting.
And once again the demon is going from delighted once again returning to confused.
They look around and then they give a little perky shrug.
"I... believe I don't know, Othello,"
It's so, so simple. It's there. It's the answer.
And once again the little meticulous reaper is also uncertain of what to respond to this with.
He thought he had the demon pegged....
That- ironically -the demon would PEG HIM before the end of the week or something!!!
"Othello," the demon calls.
"Hm, what," Othello half hazardley responds while still thinking about what to make of that last anser.
"You may be another kind of reaper but you still, like the collecting kind, need to eat, yes?"
"Huh, hm... " He's still trying to think...
Though his thoughts though are finally fully squelched when he hears shuffling coming his way and straightens to see the demon standing and walking up to him.
Only to pinch up his chin with their gloved hand and tilt it up further.
"You need nutrition, I believe. For I am sensing the signs of hypoglycemia at work and that would make sense."
The demon pulls back and then proceeds to wander toward the door.
"Come then, let's find you something filling. Maybe once you've had a full afternoon meal you can solve that problem in your papers."
Othello huffs and runs a hand up through his hair, not sure what to make of THIS quick change...
"Wh- hold on- hold on, I'm not gonna stop now, I wanna finish this and be done with it, alright??"
He scoots in as fast as possible to hunch over his mess of papers again, full on covering it with arms and his upper body like trying to hide his answers from a fellow snooping student.
The demon puts hands on hips and huffs in response.
"I'm fine, nevermind me, go on an' go, or somethin', if my workaholic... ness... bothers ya!"
Othello things only for a few seconds he's won at least this...
"It does... however, I too can be perceptively stubborn in getting the results I want,"
And before Othello can question what the hell that means, he feels hands once again touching him, from behind, grabbing his sides and squeezing and then pulling.
The little reaper in his big lab coat finds himself foisted up like a child and then this follows by him being pulled close as hands adjust around him more, and...
He's now being cradled in the demon's arms.
His face heats up once again at this.
Absolutely nothing about this demon is like what he assumed a demon would be.
He's being carried out the door now.
"Is- Is this bloody normal for you???"
He manages to glare up at the demon as they seem so focused and are even smiling about heading forward.
"Hmph," The demon responds with a very tiny amused laugh, eyes shutting.
Uhhhh I have more but no time to write more and more so to spoil what would happen would basically be a slow burn but also maybe not, maybe like, in a day or so Sebastian surprises the reaper further by finally kissing him... but like in a SLOW and SOFT way and GENTLE and just only a few SECONDS and like he keeps subverting expectations like this. No wham bam thank you ma'am, but just taking things SLOW!!! EVERYTHING!!!
And it fucking.... WORKS because every little ACTUAL ROMANTIC move from the kisses to the touches to the full on embraces get the little nerd confusingly riled up and flustered when again, all along, he's expecting some rough shit!!! like why the fuck is a DEMON into romance and taking it slow???? This ain't right...
(Almost as if.... the demon thinks this is... a RELATIONSHIP???? WTF??? 🤨🤨🤨)
Anyway that's it I gotta go I hope my sebathello thoughts entrapped are enjoyed by mutuals and other blog viewers alike!!! 🖤💚
