#(!replies)

His own bed was much more comfortable and fitting than someone else’s couch, but he hadn’t been willing to make the journey home. Therefore he took what was offered (read : what he felt he was entitled to) and decided that making use of the oracle’s accommodations would work for the night.

He had not at all expected such a rude awakening and for a moment he opens his eyes but tries his best to tune out the other man, instead staring straight up at the ceiling. It doesn’t work and he sits up with a sharp exhale, frowning and tossing a couch pillow across the room moodily. .

“You have terrible manners; a horrible host.”

“you decided to take refuge on my couch, i neither invited you nor said you could stay.” he snaps and catches the pillow before tucking it under his arm as he looks down at len before checking his watch with a click of his tongue. “if i make you coffee will you get your degenerate ass off of my couch?” 

it had been a long time since santi found himself visited in the dark of the night. the incubus’ presence alone wasn’t enough to put him on edge – not with how at ease orion was with him, and even the suffocating press against his bare didn’t entirely rouse him. 

when one kept company as the oracle did, one became adjusted to strange behavior and odd awakenings at all hours. sleep paralysis was something santiago often inflicted upon himself, in fits of emotion or vision, and he was relatively unbothered with the demon’s presence until their lips met. 

SEND A ❄ I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

❝Funny people don’t drive ambulances.❞ | Accepting!!!!!

beers? like there weren’t better alcohols out there. 

he blinks. his korean is good now, he knows, he’s spend enough time studying it - but he takes a short moment to decide which one of those two meanings this sentence was supposed to convey.

❝yes. yes, it is. i’m forming snow into a ball, and i’m going to throw it at you.❞ he explains somewhat sheepishly, holding up said ball.