#abxminable

“And why ssshould I do that, hmm?” He asked, his grin only widening when he was given the satisfaction of knowing he just might be getting to Gamal a little bit. “You are only a guessst here, and one that no one really likesss… No one would misss you.” Apophis was aware that Ihrun had been hanging around with Gamal a bit, but that didn’t really mean anything - not to him, at least. “Ihrun isss an incubusss… He isss not your friend. He only wantsss one thing, and you ssshould be aware of that by thisss point…”

"Well, I will be sure to get you all of their names and details written down. Goodness knows you will definitely need to study up if you plan to become a secondary parent to my entire brood." He said, patting Lothaire on the shoulder as gently as he could. The last thing he needed was to accidentally knock him around in his tipsy state because the poor spider god didn't know his own strength sometimes. "There's a few thousand of them, so you might be at it a while..."

“I guess this is what Apophis feels like all the time.” He said, rolling around in his bed as if tossing and turning would relieve his symptoms. It didn’t, of course, and only distracted him temporarily. “Nothing helps. No matter how much I feed it just never goes away; it’s just this awful constant gnawing sensation reminding me that ‘hey, you had like ten meals yesterday but you’re still starving.’ Who the fuck thought it would be fun to curse us?!”

“I think I’m dying.” He said to no one as he stretched out his wings, feathers ruffled to the point of ridiculousness. Of course he knew this wasn’t possible, but he sure did feel like death. After all, what was the point of feeding if it did nothing? 

“Oh, a few times I suppose.” He admitted, all six eyes drooping a bit as he remembered the handful of people who had gotten a bit too close. “Unfortunately they didn’t last. They never do. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never be able to have a proper relationship; no one has quite the lifespan I do, you see. It just made more sense to kill them off quickly before any deep connection could be formed, otherwise they would die from old age and it would hurt that much worse.” He told himself he was fine, that he was happy this way; he had his thousands of children to keep him company after all, but he knew he was lying to himself.

“Accurate. Very, very accurate.”

If you knew Ryan, you’d know two things about him. He is heavy sleeper, like a really heavy sleeper and he really really doesn’t sleep very well. Whenever him and Sully fall together which is often. He falls asleep softer than usual. Maybe it’s the body heat or maybe it is because he knows that Sully is next to him safe and okay but he sleeps completely fine. So just in case he places his heavy dead weight arm across Sully like an anchor.  It is not to suffocate him. He just wants to hold him there and make sure that Sully knows that he likes that he is here.  Maybe Sully knows how well he sleeps when he is with his Blue or maybe Sully just likes to sleep with him too.