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sebin was a little bit disappointed that out of everyone in their little group there was only one person who was actually able to meet up with him. to be fair he understood why hojae couldn’t make it what with him being in japan. and he knew that minchan probably didn’t want to travel alone. and kittichat and rui were likely busy. but he’d still sort of been hoping that it would be more than just himself and woomin.

in a way sebin was lucky that he could still make it. he’d been stuck in the hospital for the past few days because he’d had a bleeding episode and he needed to be under supervision. they hadn’t been willing to let him go until they were sure that the bleeding had completely stopped. (he had a huge healing bruise on his back to show for the whole ordeal).

not that woomin was disappointing. but sebin wanted to see all of his friends. he focused on the nintendo ds in his hands putting his energy into grinding a little bit on one of his weaker pokemon. he was earlier than they’d agreed on. much earlier. but if he hadn’t’ve been so earlier he likely would’ve been late. sebin knew himself well enough to know that.

he looked up to take a sip of his iced coffee which just so happened to be when woomin entered. sebin shut his ds and shoved it into his pocket standing up quickly so he could intercept the other male. “woomin! you made it.” sebin greeted throwing his arms around the elder male in an enthusiastic hug. “wow, you’re tall! well, i mean everyone’s tall compared to me but wow you’re taller than i thought.” sebin could tell he was nervous rambling now but he couldn’t really make himself stop. “do you want to sit down? probably right. i mean, there’s not really any point in just standing here.”

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woomin had been looking forward to meeting up with sebin. sure when he first starting talking to his pen pals he didn’t think anything would actually happen from it. it hadn't even been himself who downloaded the app but here he was. looking forward to meeting someone he'd long since considered a close friend. maybe he should be a bit more weary meeting someone from the internet but he already trusted sebin enough. besides, he knew he could handle himself. 

the cafe they agreed on was a little out of woomin's way but he didn't mind. he didn't mind traveling and he had the funds to do it. sebin was really looking forward to this and he didn't want to let him down, especially when none of the others would be able to make this specific trip. when he entered the cafe and spotted sebin all of the nerves before he didn’t have rose up in that instant. 

sebin was hard to miss especially when he spotted woomin only a moment later he'd looked his way. he laughed lightly when sebin pulled him in for a hug. he hadn't been expecting that but he went along with it, returning it easily. "you should've believed me when i said i was tall." his voice was teasing. he couldn't help the surge of fondness that he felt. 

"did i keep you waiting long?" woomin asked as he sat down instead of answering sebin's question. despite his work friends having dubbed him 'the office fuckboy' he wasn't rude. being punctual was actually something that was important to him. besides, he didn't like the thought of keeping sebin waiting. especially when he looked so happy to see woomin there.

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wells’ voice was soft and nix couldn’t help but think he’d deserve it if wells were to just let him die. he wasn’t going to hurt wells. but he had hurt people before and wells being so open and trusting wasn’t something that he deserved. not on any level. but he was willing, he was willing to let nix take what he needed despite the fact he probably had every reason in the world to distrust nix.

“you probably shouldn’t.” nix said mostly to himself as he sat up, ignoring the slight rush of dizziness that hit him when he did so. he shuffled closer until he was sitting in wells’ lap. technically he didn’t need to but it was simply easier this way especially when he barely had the energy to drag himself over to where wells was sitting. “but thank you.”

he put his hands on either side of wells’ face to steady himself before leaning forward to kiss him. on his end it wasn’t much – he might as well be kissing a statue. but the trickle of energy that spread throughout him tingled and warmed him, waking him up from the cold lethargic state that he had been in. probably nix got a little more intimate than he needed to – a closed mouth kiss would’ve worked as well but it was almost instinct to press closer and demand more.

he pulled back once he got enough to keep himself going, knowing from experience that if he tried going until he was actually full that it would only hurt him. he shifted away his wings horn and tail satisfied when it wasn’t nearly as difficult to stay like that as it had been. “thank you.” he said again moving so that he was no settled in wells’ lap.

wells didn’t think he’d ever get used to nix touching him. he felt him he was there but only he wasn’t. he couldn’t touch him even if he tried but he could feel him. he felt him in his lap and he felt his hands on his face. he closed eyes as nix kissed him. wells couldn’t exactly kiss back but he did part his lips slightly as nix’s mouth prompted him too. 

when nix moved away he felt breathless. he wasn’t sure if it was the affect of nix feeding off his energy or because wells got too swept up in the moment. wells hadn’t kissed anyone in a long while and that was quite the kiss (as expected from a lust demon) but that wasn’t something to dwell on in that moment. 

“you’re welcome.” wells said quietly as he opened his eyes almost expecting to see nix directly in front of him and not in the mirror. of course that wasn’t the case and the demon (now looking human again) was still in the mirror. and nix was right, he did feel tired. it wasn’t too overwhelming it just felt like he had been awake for too long or like he was running on too little sleep. “are you feeling better?” he asked as he leaned back against his headboard. “you know you don’t have to make yourself look like that all the time if you don’t want too. i know what you actually look like. i don’t mind.” 

he knew he should mind. he knew he shouldn’t be okay with seeing nix in his natural form. he shouldn’t be so trusting and so willing to help nix. he was a demon and while he hadn’t prodded him about his past wells could assume that he didn’t get locked away in a mirror for good behaviour. but nix hadn’t done anything bad to wells.

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“ah, i see.” rhys said as he moved to the kitchen, rooting through his fridge for something to eat.  he poked his head over the fridge. “my point still stands though. be gentle on that thing, it’s secondhand and probably older than my grandmother.” he said half seriously before going back to his mission of finding food.

he snorted to himself when deimos spoke again. “i can’t hear you when your face is full of couch cushion, y’know.” he called deciding on getting some cheese sticks and calling it good. at the last minute he also grabbed a can of soda and made his way over to the couch, pleased to note that deimos had sat up so there was room for him to sit on the other end of the couch.

deimos’s lack of response to his earlier comment and the fact he didn’t even flinch when rhys sat down next to him clued him in on the fact that something was probably wrong. “deimos?” he asked waving a hand in front of the demon’s face. “earth to deimos.” he said. “what’s going on? you okay?”

he was obviously thinking hard about something. and he was frustrated thinking about whatever it was that was on his mind. rhys knew him well enough to pick up on those cues. but he also knew him well enough to know that deimos was rarely ever serious. if the demon wanted to say something about what he was thinking about then he would. if he didn’t well, rhys was pretty good at witty banter.

deimos didn’t want to discuss this with rhys. he didn’t want to tell him how much he actually liked him. he was far more attached to rhys than he should be. maybe it was because he was still so young - he essentially was a baby demon. rhys had summoned him and he immediately was attached. that probably was the case - he just needed to learn to grow up and let go of that kind of attachment. but he really didn’t want too. 

“do you like having me around?” deimos blurted out not able to stop himself. his hands were wrapping around his tail tightly as he as finally turned to face rhys. “do you wish i was gone?” what he really wanted rhys to say was that he never waned deimos to leave but he didn’t know if that was going to be his answer. 

“because i’ve been thinking a lot lately and i just really like being here with you. i want to stay here with you for a while. or for forever. forever is ideal.” he didn’t even pause after asking his question before he began speaking rapidly to rhys. “having a demon around is pretty annoying though right? because there’s a way i can stop being one. i mean i can turn into a human but it’s not easy and it’s permanent and if you don’t want me around there’s no point because i don’t want to be a human without you...”

deimos finally let his voice trail off averting his eyes as he did so. he stared down at his tail as he waited for some kind of response. maybe if he got up and locked himself in rhys’ bedroom he’d never have to hear a response. or maybe he could hide in the bathtub. that’d work too. rhys would find him but hopefully he’d get the message that he wanted to be left alone. 

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for half a second nix considered lying. but it was too tiring to keep up the facade. it was tiring to do anything anymore. he didn’t even know where to begin. “it’s been too long since i last fed.” nix admitted. which was as close as he knew how to get to admitting that he was dying. some of it was just that he was too proud for his own good. but most of it was that he didn’t want wells to think badly of him.

he should probably add more context, but he had to pause to gather his thoughts. “i have to feed on sexual energy to survive. i don’t get a lot of chances when i’m stuck in here and you’re the only one around so i didn’t want to ask you and make you feel like you had to do it.” he said slowly. “it won’t hurt you or anything, you just might feel sleepy for a while.” he had promised that he wasn’t going to hurt wells, and he didn’t intend on going back on that any time soon.

although nix never considered being a demon necessarily bad being a lust demon in particular was difficult specifically because he depended on sexual energy to keep himself alive and well. he knew certain other types of demons didn’t have to feed on anything to keep themselves alive – he’d love to be one of those in this moment. “it doesn’t have to be anything huge, just a kiss should be enough to give me what i need. or you don’t have to do it all, i’m not going to pressure you.”

he didn’t really know what would happen if he died while he was trapped. would his body just stay reflected in the mirror for all eternity or would he just disappear? it wasn’t a thought that nix really wanted to entertain at the moment but it was hard to not think about it now.

wells held his breath as nix spoke. he needed to feed. what did demons feed on? he was hoping nix was going to answer that question before wells could ask it. he was scared for the answer. did it involve hurting people? would he need wells to help him? he couldn’t make wells do anything but at this point he was attached enough he didn’t know how far he would do to help nix and that thought made it all the more terrifying.

when nix began speaking again wells finally let out his breath. that would make sense. he was a lust demon after all. the fact that nix didn’t want to mention it because he didn’t want wells to feel forced into it made wells feel- something. he wasn’t entire sure what it was but it was something soft (even if it was just because he was scared wells would get rid of him, wells had no way of knowing).

just a kiss. wells could do that - or rather nix could because the most wells could do was just kiss the mirror. it wasn’t like he was asking for something more even though from the sounds of it it sounded like it could be more. he said it wouldn’t hurt. if a kiss was all nix needed to fix how he’d been and save him from getting worse that was something wells would be very willing to do. 

“hey.” wells voice was soft as he spoke, “i’m not going to let you die. it’s not pressuring me if i’m willing right?”

“i’m not doing anything for the rest of the day. i can just nap. i-” he paused before he finished his thought. i trust you. it felt strange that he was going to say these words to a demon. but he hadn’t lied to wells yet why would he start now? (he ignored the voice in his head saying maybe it was his plan all along). “i trust you nix. you can kiss me.”

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nix hadn’t been feeling well for a while now. it had been about two months since wells had agreed to let him stay and roughly eight months since he had last been able to feed. he kept putting the subject off for another time not wanting wells to think that this was the only reason he had asked to stay. or worse that it would harm him. at most it would make him a little sleepy for a while but if he slept normally he’d recover in less than twenty four hours. it was just that nix had no idea how to begin talking about it.

he’d stopped being able to appear human a while ago although he’d brushed off wells’ questions stating simply that it was more comfortable for him to not hide his wings, tail and horns. and the easiest thing – hiding himself from view entirely also had become too much of a strain on him. even moving around was getting exhausting. he knew of course that was because he was for all intents and purposes starving. which brought him back to the problem at hand. he didn’t know how to talk about what he needed without making it sound predatory.

nix was laying at the end of wells’ bed – it was pretty much the only thing he did these days. sleep and lounge – although he wasn’t sure it could be counted as lounging if the only reason he was there was because it took half his energy to even raise his head. he stirred slightly when he recognized that wells was saying something to him but he didn’t quite register the words because he was half-asleep.

he shifted around until he was facing wells. “sorry, i didn’t hear that.” he said. if he had a little more energy he could play it off as just being sleepy but given that sleeping was pretty much the only thing that nix had been doing recently he knew better than to think that it hadn’t registered with wells that something was wrong. he also knew if wells asked directly that he probably wouldn’t be able to lie to him about it anymore.

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something had been up with nix lately and wells couldn’t figure it out. he had been acting different than what he used to be. wells didn’t know enough about demons to figure it out and even worse nix wasn’t telling wells about it. he didn’t know if nix thought he was hiding it well or if he knew wells had notice and he just continued to brush it off.

sure, wells could just ignore it. let whatever was happening to nix just happen because it seemed like he didn’t want wells to know about it. but he couldn’t. he somehow had grown attached to nix. his presence was calming even when he was in his natural form (wells had been trying not to think about how strange this all was). he didn’t want nix to continue to be like this when it seemed like he was hurting.

he was sitting cross legged on his bed doing some reading as nix was lounging on his bed. he put his book down as a frown set into his features. this had been going on for too long and the longer nix kept it up the more scared it made wells. for both nix’s well being and for the why behind why nix was hiding it. how bad was it that he wasn’t going to ask for help? 

“are you alright?” wells asked nix hoping to get a straight answer for him. when nix response was delayed and also that he didn’t even hear what he was saying the frown on wells face grew. he let out a soft sigh marking his spot and closing his book so he could focus his full attention on the demon.

“what’s going on with you nix?” he tried not to focus on the amount of concern in his own voice (he knew he shouldn’t care as much as he did). “please don’t say you’re just tired. i know i don’t know a lot about demons but i can tell it’s more than that.”

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the fact rhys had a demon living in his apartment was still something he hadn’t quite wrapped his head around. granted even if rhys tried to kick him out deimos probably wouldn’t leave – so he didn’t have much of a choice about letting him live there. but at the same time rhys wasn’t sure if he wanted deimos to leave. never mind that he was a fucking demon and rhys should probably be trying to escape him in any way possible.

rhys had never had a roommate before (deimos was probably the weirdest first roommate that one could have too) but he kind of liked knowing that he wasn’t just coming home to an empty apartment. he didn’t exactly hurt for company at school despite the fact that he was kind of an asshole he also had a pretty big social circle. he wasn’t sure how it had happened but it had. the problem was that being at home alone had been getting…well, lonely. and then deimos appeared out of no where and sent rhys’ whole life spinning out of balance.

his last afternoon class had been cancelled and instead of bumming around with one of his friends rhys had decided to go home early and see what his roommate? friend? pet demon? (okay, definitely not that last one deimos would probably hit him or worse pout at him if rhys referred to him as pet anything) was up to. he opened his apartment door roughly around the time deimos started kicking the couch. he had no idea what that was supposed to mean but it was kind of cute.

“what did my poor couch do to you, deimos?” he asked shutting the door behind himself and toeing his shoes off. he dropped his bag on the kitchen counter resolving to worry about reading assignments later. “it’s secondhand y’know i don’t want to have to buy a new couch because you decided to hold a grudge or something.” he added still mostly joking.

as much as rhys’ voice started deimos he didn’t react too much. he stayed in his spot but pushed himself slightly so he could look in rhys’ direction. “i decided it was time to fight.” he responded as he lowered himself down once more. ever deflecting instead of giving a real answer. “the couch was the closest thing so it had to feel my wrath.” 

he pushed his face back into the cushion. rhys wasn’t supposed to home yet and deimos still felt in the middle of his crisis. deimos needed more time to think about how he would ask rhys about it. having rhys close while he was considering these things didn’t seem like a good recipe. usually he wanted rhys close but right now he felt too vulnerable. 

“why are you home?” deimos asked his voice muffled by the cushion. he wasn’t sure if rhys understood him - or even heard him. to be honest he wasn’t sure where in the apartment he was located at the moment. 

he rolled onto his side before moving into a sitting position. deimos let out a loud yawn - despite an entire day of nothing but thinking he felt tired. the joys of being a sloth demon. his tail wrapped around him until he found it in his hands. that’s one thing he would miss about being a demon - his tail. he didn’t care too much about the horns but his tail he enjoyed. 

deimos wondered if that would be a hard adjustment? would it throw off his balance? would he still feel it? he heard that happened to humans who lost limbs sometimes. they could still feel their hands or feet or whatever it was after amputation. would it be like that? would everything feel different as a human? but then again he was getting ahead of himself. he hadn’t even made a solid decision yet. deimos let out a soft sigh not realizing he had zoned out once again. 

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nix didn’t know what else to say at the moment. it was completely up to the human – wells, he said his name was wells – on whether or not he was going to keep the mirror. nix wasn’t sure how to make himself any less of a threat than he already was. and holding on to his human form was getting difficult now. the mirror dampened nix’s powers plus nix hadn’t fed in a long time which was putting even more strain on him.

granted he couldn’t exactly feed through the mirror. he got just enough energy to survive and no more than that. it was nothing like what he had been able to get when he was free. it occurred to him if he was going to stay with wells that he was going to have to tell him about that. or probably just quietly waste away. but he didn’t want to think about it now. when his future was in the balance was probably not the best time to bring up the whole ‘oh by the way i survive on sexual energy. don’t worry it won’t hurt you.’ conversation.

nix supposed he could apologize for scaring wells. the problem was he didn’t exactly feel sorry for that. he found a perverse sort of pleasure in throwing humans off and making their heart rates spike. so rather than lie nix decided to just lay down on the bed again trying to ignore how hard it was getting to hide his more demonic side.

wells moved his gaze to nix in the mirror. could he really let a demon live in his room like this? if he got rid of the mirror he’d never have to think about this again. but what would happen to nix? he couldn’t help the feeling of pity he felt for him. but he was a demon after all, maybe he deserved it? wells had no way of knowing.

if he kept the mirror he’d have to deal with his new house guest. it wasn’t like wells had people over often (or ever, really) so he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding out. and nix did show that he couldn’t actually do anything to his surroundings. that he couldn’t hurt wells (at least physically). 

maybe he was crazy but wells didn’t know if he could get rid of the mirror. he knew himself well enough that he’d linger on the thought of how he let someone be trapped and alone. 

“okay...” wells started speaking as he shifted his feet. he could always change his mind right? if he decided that he wanted nix gone? he paused for a moment trying to find the courage for what he wanted to say. “i guess it’s okay.” though the tone of his voice didn’t sound like it was. he sounded as unsure as he felt.

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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:

nix was surprised that it actually worked. or at least it partially worked. the human didn’t seem so keen on getting rid of his mirror now. nix could only hope that he wouldn’t. maybe he was just trying to lure nix into a false sense of security and he’d get rid of the mirror at a later point. he didn’t know what to make of his reaction.

“in short i can’t affect the outside world.” he sat up finally moving over to where the reflection of the lamp on the human’s bedside table was. he pushed it off the table watching it break on the ground before the shattered pieces disappeared and reappeared completely whole and unbroken on the table where the original lamp still sat utterly unaffected.

he crossed his legs. “touching you is about the most i can do from here.” he shrugged. “and even that has it’s limits. i could push you as hard as i wanted and all you’d feel is just a little bump.” he didn’t know why he was telling the other all this. maybe because if he knew how it worked – or at least what rules there were he’d be less inclined to be scared of nix.

“my name is nix by the way.” he added a little hesitantly. for demons true names held quite a lot of power. it was the reason that he was currently in this position – an angel had discovered his true name and by doing so had been able to lock nix away in the mirror. he didn’t think the human knew any of that but it felt important to at least offer something that had power. even if the human wouldn’t understand that kind of power.

wells jumped when the demon knocked the lamp off the table. he immediately spun around to see his lamp intact and still sitting in it’s usual spot. so he couldn’t hurt him - or at least he was claiming that. for all wells knew he couldn’t be lying he was a demon after all. maybe wells was being too trust worthy but the idea of being trapped and alone for so long made wells feel sad. he felt bad for the demon. 

“oh. i’m wells.” he wasn’t sure if the demon-nix- knew that by now. he had had the mirror for a bit now and e didn’t know what nix had seen - what he knew about wells. wells continued to stand in spot not knowing want to do with himself. he knew that nix wasn’t physically on his bed but it felt weird to sit there because that’s where he was. 

was he going to keep the mirror? did he want to have to deal with this? he could always get rid of the mirror if he ever changed his mind but what if nix had bad intentions with him? what this was actually all some kind of trick or game demons liked to play on unsuspecting humans? wells stared at the same spot on the floor as he went silent. there was too many questions in his head and way too much to think about.

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nix froze up when he mentioned all he had to do was get rid of the mirror. he didn’t want to be alone again. the idea of being alone once again was both terrifying and depressing. “if you get rid the mirror you get rid of me.” nix confirmed quietly. he picked at the reflection of the comforter for a few seconds. he could just let it happen. and wait until someone else found it and probably go through the same thing again.

“i won’t hurt you.” nix said. because he didn’t want to go through that. he didn’t want to go through that. he was tired of being alone. he was tired of the damned mirror changing hands every time he revealed himself. “i can’t hurt you.” he added, because it was true. he couldn’t do anything to the human – just touch him…sort of.

he shifted into a more human form. it was difficult to do but he’d try to keep it up if it meant the mirror would stay where it was. “please don’t get rid of the mirror.” he said. “i can do this if it makes you more comfortable.” he was aware the sudden shift in his personality was probably really confusing. “i’m just lonely. i’ve been stuck in this stupid goddamn mirror for centuries. and i don’t make for very good company.”

wells was ready to put his plan into action. get rid of the mirror and forget about this entire situation. pretend it didn’t happen and hope more craziness didn’t seep into his life. today was full of surprises for him though because when the demon began to speak again wells froze, stared and waited. 

he watched in disbelief (or amazement, at this point he couldn’t tell what he was feeling) as the demon’s appearance changed. he looked almost human (maybe under different circumstances wells’ would’ve found him attractive. though that thought was far from his mind at the moment). he was lonely. that was something wells’ could relate to. he spent a lot of his life feeling not apart of what was around him. even among his friends he felt lonely. 

“how do i know i can trust you?” maybe he really was crazy as he was actually considering this. “how do i know you aren’t lying to me?” 

the idea of having something - someone - living in his mirror wasn’t something that sat comfortable with him. wells didn’t think anyone would feel comfortable with that concept let alone have it as a reality. and it was a demon at that. 

wells had been told he was too nice for his own good and this definitely was a display of that. he felt bad for a demon (or possibly a hallucination, not that he was about to ask for a third opinion on that) and he knew if they kept up this conversation he’d give into it’s request, no matter how fearful he was.

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“i’m stuck in here.” nix repeated himself. “meaning i can’t get out. and you are stuck with me.” unless he got rid of the mirror but nix didn’t really want him to do that. he just wanted some kind of company. it got lonely being stuck in a mirror for hundreds of years without being able to interact with other people. as big of a game as nix was currently talking he was deathly bored and he didn’t want to be alone again. he spent so much time alone.

he sighed, his tail flicking across the bed covers again. “i know you can’t be that stupid. wings, tail, horns, fangs, black eyes….” nix held up one finger every time he spoke as if checking the items of an imaginary list. “clearly i’m fucking santa claus.” he said the last part sarcastically. only slightly annoyed because he’d appeared fully demonic and he was still getting asked that question.

then again maybe the poor man thought he was asleep or something. nix couldn’t tell. “i’m a demon.” he said, mostly because he didn’t want to leave any room for guesswork. “a lust demon if you want to get really specific about it. incubus also works if that’s the term you prefer.” he stretched out again so that he was laying down once more.

wells didn’t like that answer. he didn’t what this kind of excitement (for lack of better word) in his life. he wasn’t the kind of guy that things happened too. even the normal kind of excting things). this wasn’t right. even if this was real - and a large part of wells still didn’t think it actually was - it shouldn’t be happening to him. 

he took a tiny step back from the mirror trying to let everything sink in. unfortunately that mean the was closer to the bed and he couldn’t figure out if that meant he was further or closer to the demon currently laying across his bed. 

there was a demon living in his mirror. that was definitely not what he wanted to hear. that definitely was not what he ever wanted to deal with. and not just any demon, a lust demon. that had many different implications than just a regular old demon. 

“you. are in the mirror. so if i get rid of the mirror...” that was it. wells just had to sell the mirror. hell, not even sell it he could just get rid of it and not have to worry. that seemed like a better plan as it was faster. 

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nix wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the reaction he was getting or not. he supposed even if he appeared fully human it would still scare him. the fact that nix was just a reflection and not physically there had to be off-putting. and it was if nix were to go by the way the male was staring at him and the empty space beside him as though expecting nix to be there.

“touching you?” nix asked. “i don’t know how it works i only know that it does.” it was the only thing he could do from his prison. even if nix were to rip apart the room in the reflection it wouldn’t affect anything in reality it’d all go back to how it looked almost as soon as nix could break it. he couldn’t hurt anyone either – no matter how much pressure nix put behind his touches they would feel featherlight and near ghostly to the person he was touching.

“oh, i’m very real.” nix said letting his eyes go completely black as he spoke. “and i’m stuck in here. so the least you could do is offer me some kind of entertainment. you’re just repeating what everyone else says right now.” he stepped away from the human choosing to make himself at home on the bed once again.

wells didn’t like this. he didn’t this one bit. it couldn’t be real this had to be all in his head. he definitely was going crazy. this was it he thought. this is the day he loses it. he didn’t think that this has ever going to happen to him but here he was. there’s his explanation. he was about to overthink what his life would be life now that he was hallucinating when he heard the voice again.

he didn’t expect that kind of answer. or an actual response that is. weren’t terrifying creatures inside your mirror meant to be all knowing? like the magic mirror from snow white. that mirror knew everything.

“you’re struck-you’re what-” wells said tiping his head to the side as he looked at the person-thing-hallucination-mirror (he still wasn’t sure) lounging on his bed like he owned it. he kept wanting to turn towards the actual bed than towards the mirror. it felt strange (but definitely not the strangest thing going on here). “what are you?” his voice continuously got higher as he spoke. he was afraid of the answer to his question.

how was he expecting for him to entertain when he felt like his world was spinning.

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nix smiled at his reaction, more than aware that his fangs were visible with the action. “oh come on you don’t have more to say than that?” nix rolled from his stomach to his back shifting his wings as he did so as not to accidentally crush them. he stretched out on the bed. nix was pretty small so he didn’t actually take up that much room by himself but his wings about doubled the space he was taking up. “that’s quite boring, you know. at least give me a good scream or something.” he said.

he sat up after a second studying the human with curious eyes. apparently he had bought nix’s mirror because he wanted something to practice his dance in front of. nix had watched him quietly for a long while before choosing to reveal himself. he wondered if the human had any kind of idea that someone had been watching him.

nix stood up walking towards the human – he was just barely within range of the mirror which nix was grateful for. “i’ve been watching you, you know.” he said conversationally letting his fingers brush slowly up wells’ arm. “here i was thinking you might be different than everyone else.” nix looked the human up and down. “you’re scared of me, though.” he observed. “aren’t you?”

wells didn’t know what to say. he didn’t think he could say anything even if he really wanted too. his mouth felt frozen as well did his entire body. he was terrified to say the least. 

the man - if wells could call him that - looked much smaller than wells himself. except for the wings and the wings were hard to miss. he was torn between staring in fascination (and fear), smashing the mirror in or simply just running out of his room.

wells stared into the mirror watching the man. it was impossible. this entire situation was impossible. when he touched his arm he made a small startled noise, his gaze jumping to his arm and where his brain was telling a hand should be. but there simply was nothing. 

“how are you doing that?” wells’ voice was much quieter than usual. he was scared. he didn’t think there was a way for him not to be. “how are you in there?” he began speaking rapidly, “why am i even asking you this. this can’t be real. you can’t be real. i have to be dreaming.” 

part of wells didn’t think that was true, he never was the type to dream. and when he did they were abstract and never this vivid. just shapes and colours and sometimes faces. this looked to feel. it felt too real. 

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it had been a while since nix’s mirror had been bought. nix had been observing the new owner for a while before choosing to reveal himself. truthfully he was bored and lonely. and maybe he wanted to scare the owner just a little bit to see how he would react. of course the last time he had done that the owner ended up abandoning the mirror out of fear. but maybe this guy was made of sterner stuff than that.

so nix let himself fade into view where he was sprawled on the bed next to where the human was sitting. he could’ve appeared more human if he wanted to. it was harder to hide the trappings of being a demon when he was in the mirror though so nix appeared in full demonic form. “so you’re the one the who bought my mirror.” nix said flicking his tail lazily like a cat might.

he put a hand on the human’s leg letting his sharp nails graze the inside of his lower leg. there really wasn’t much that he could from the mirror but he knew that the human would be able to feel his hand and his nails even if nix himself couldn’t really feel it. he might as well be putting his hand on a block of wood for all the difference it made.

“you’re a lot prettier than the last human who had my mirror.” nix said absently. that guy hadn’t lasted very long either. nix had showed up and the next day he’d abandoned the mirror in a landfill. he hadn’t even done anything to the man he’d just been terrified because of nix’s appearance.

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wells was more than happy with his purchase. sure, the mirror wasn’t as wide as he’d have liked it but it as full length and well in his price range. mainly he wanted it so he could perfect his routines and not have to pay to rent out some sort of space. this was a cheaper alternative and he wouldn’t even have to leave his apartment.

he had been have a rather boring and uneventful day. doing some course work and other mundane things. he had expected it to stay that way so when he heard a foreign voice in his room he was more than startled to say the least. his head jerked towards the noise seeing a...a something next to his reflection. he looked next to him - where this thing (person?) should be - he saw nothing. 

wells looked towards the mirror with his mouth hanging open. when he felt the touch his leg he jumped up and away from his bed. this thing had touched him (and called him pretty, but he wasn’t focused on that at the moment) but it wasn’t really there.

he didn’t know how to respond. he was feeling both disbelief and fear in a very overwhelming way. he had to be dreaming. he had to be. either that or this was some kind of weird and realistic prank. 

“uuuuuuuuuuuh...” wells dragged out the sound wishing he could actually form a coherent response or question. or just wake himself up. that’d be best.

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storm tried not to feel bad for ruining lou’s good mood but he couldn’t deny that he did feel a little upset when he noted the smile on his face fading. and he knew why of course but he was deeply invested in not acknowledging why he was so upset. the why didn’t matter at the moment. it would matter later of course but for now storm could just….push it down, bury it.

he frowned at lou’s insistence that he wasn’t in fact playing games. “well, that’s what it feels like.” he said shortly. he didn’t really have a plan for what came after this. it was just that yesterday he had come looking for lou and lou wasn’t around and maybe just maybe that hurt a little bit.

storm was used to people not particularly liking him. he wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with after all. but he never knew what to think with lou. sometimes he thought that lou was almost in love with him (how funny would that be? storm was a piece of shit and probably not worth dating) but then he’d disappear off the face of the earth and storm thought that maybe he’d done something to piss him off.

his anger faded to something softer and sadder. “if i’m doing something wrong just tell me. i don’t know what the hell you want from me most days and it’s goddamn frustrating.” he said, his tone losing a little bit of the sharpness that it had had when he stormed in to have this talk. “i’m not a toy. either figure your shit out or leave me the hell alone.”

the only thing you’ve done wrong is make me fall in love with you. lou opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t let the words leave his mouth. usually he spoke before he could even register what was leaving his mouth but those words were more than frozen in his throat he couldn’t just admit to that kind of thing, could he? it couldn’t be that easy. especially not for lou.

even more so it wasn’t like lou could just figure his shit out. he’d been trying all his life and well, the world just kept throwing more thing at him. he was born a mess and he was certain he’d die that way too. 

“do you want me to leave you alone?” he regretted the second he said it. the answer terrified lou. if storm said no he knew that would make him happy but it was scary. if storm said yes he’d be so hurt but it still sounded like the easier way out. 

lou brought his hand back up to his mouth, chewing on his finger nails once more. he couldn’t stop himself now. it wasn’t like he was good at keeping his composure and besides storm long since knew about this habit. 

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storm’s mother had been somewhat of hippy. as evidenced by the names she picked out for her sons. but sometimes he wondered if being saddled with the name storm wasn’t fate. he did have a rather foul temper and he tended to go through his life grumpy more often than not. or maybe the name affected his disposition he never really dwelled too much on it. in fact the only time he thought about his name is when someone decided to get on his case over it.

either way he was pissed today. he didn’t know what lou’s problem was but he was tired of being on the wrong end of it. he wasn’t a toy and he didn’t appreciate lou treating him as one. maybe he had gotten feelings somewhere along the way but that was something he hadn’t chosen to acknowledge to himself yet. for storm it was all about the way lou blew hot then cold then hot then even colder than before. he didn’t appreciate it.

so it was with a rather stormy disposition (pun not intended or appreciated) that he’d tracked down lou. at lou’s greeting the frown on his face grew. “oh, so you actually like me today.” storm snapped. he wasn’t even sure why he was here other than he was angry. maybe it shouldn’t matter to him but it did. “because the last time i came looking for you you were no where to be fucking found.”

he sighed running a hair through his hair. “i don’t know what the fuck is up with you, lou, but stop playing fucking games with me.” he said levelling an angry glare at the other male. “i’m sick and goddamn tired of it.”

of all reactions lou wasn’t expecting this. sure he deserved this but by now he was used to storm just accepting his mood swings. he shifted in his seat, sitting up more as he looked up at storm. slowly, the warm smile on his face turned into a neutral expression. maybe this was it? maybe this was the moment lou had been waiting for the entire time he knew storm. pain and rejection. 

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust storm. he did. storm at proven himself trustworthy over the course of their relationship whatever it was. but lou didn’t trust himself. whenever he fell in love he was too open. too willing. but then again he had only been in love once before and he was far too young and it was far too easy to give himself away in any way a person could. 

lou was scared of getting hurt like that again. while he didn’t think storm was that kind of person it didn’t change the fear he had.

“i’m not playing games.” lou said weakly as he looked up at storm. 

he didn’t want to hurt storm. was that what he had been doing? the thought made lou feel sick. he didn’t think storm actually cared about him (he wasn’t a person that people cared about). 

“i’m sorry?” lou was trying to apologize but even to his own ears it sounded more like a question. apologizing would get himself back on storm’s good terms right? he didn’t like being on the receiving end of his anger (even when it was deserved) 

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lou chewed on his finger nails absentmindedly (he already had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth but he was used to that). he had far too much going on in his head at the moment. and most of that going on was revolving around storm. the other man was only meant to be a fuck, but then that turned into multiple fucks and then lou started getting feelings. 

feelings weren’t something lou ever did. they weren’t something anything he ever looked out for - in fact they were something he actively avoided. but here he was practically pining over someone and lou really, really didn’t want that. 

so he’d been playing hot and cold. in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t right but he couldn’t help it. it wasn’t exactly intentional. he’d avoid him for a bit but then when he was near he’d want to be closer than before. maybe he kissed more often than before, maybe he held him for too long after they fucked. and then maybe he refused to see him for a while.

he was terrified and he didn’t know what was scarier - storm rejecting him or storm actually wanting to be with him. lou was a mess. he barely knew how to be a person let alone a boyfriend. he didn’t even know how to be a proper brother and that was something he’d been since birth.

“hey storm,” lou him as he approached, looking up from his seat. he dropped his hand from his mouth and slide both of his hands in his pockets. the smile that spread across his face was warmer than it should’ve been. he figured he was obvious - he practically felt like he was radiating the words ‘i’m in love with you’.