#demonitas

             It had been a long night, the male having gone out of his way to go home from his boyfriend's house. They'd ended up having a fight, feelings were hurt, and the one that felt the most guilty left; not wanting to cause anymore damage. So, there he was. Asleep in bed. Alone. Huddled under the sheets to keep warm before his nightmare woke him up.

                      These hadn't ever stirred the raven before, only becoming bad when they couple had their fights. Small things that got on each other's nerves before one of them had enough and snapped at the other. Sheets were tossed aside in the quick motion of sitting upright, a shaky hand moving to sweet the matted raven hair out of the way from the male's face. This... It needed to be fixed.. 

     As much as the raven didn't want to, he needed to call someone that he was sure could help.. Someone that would more likely be able to help in this situation... His dad. As much as he wanted to try to avoid it, his father needed to come and help them now. Vani couldn't.. He couldn't lose another boyfriend.. Especially not this one..

             It took him two hours to be awake enough to get dressed and another hour and a half to muster up the strength to call his father asking for help. He needed.. He needed this to be worked out by someone with more experience. Someone outside the relationship who could easily tell them what was happening that was wrong and would cause the fights.. 

 He paused a moment, then deciding to call his demon to check in with him.. He hoped that the other would pick up, swallowing thickly as the phone continued to ring. For a moment, he wondered if the voicemail would be the one to take the call. That the demon maybe didn't want to talk to him after the hurtful things that he'd said.. 

       Just hang up the phone and save yourself the pain, Vanitas.

            He doesn't want to talk to you anymore, Vanitas.

                 You did too much to hurt him.

 He's done with you now.

                    These thoughts swirled around in his head, golden eyes starting to water as the panic swelled within him. Did he finally fuck up bad enough that even he didn't want himself? That seemed to be the current case.. But his shaky hand held the phone to his ear as he waited for what seemed like hours for the ringing to end and the recording of the Demon's voice told him to call back later.

I’m doing well, grazie, and yourself~?

Très bien, merci, mon amour.

BABY I’M NOT READY FOR THIS 

He'd woken up, sweat beaded on his face and his hair in a wet mess on his face. That.. That dream... His hand slowly made its way to the drummer's face, wiping the sweat from his forehead before glancing at his boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside him. He took a deep breath, hand moving to the markings that sat on the demon's back. His fingers ran lightly along them, golden hues watching the other sleep as he traced the other's tattoos. He knew by now that the alternate could sleep through a lot. This included being touched. The gentle fingers running along the shape that looked almost like a cheetah's spot. He felt a yawn, however, it wasn't something that he would easily give up on. Not after that nightmare. The raven shivered, closing his eyes a moment or two before he rose out of bed and made his way to the kitchen to put some coffee on. 

The demon’s golden eyes flashed with alertness at the coffee presented to him, a small bit of a smile on his face as he slowly drank a little bit of it. To Brookie’s question, he gave another small nod, not really saying anything much.