#inxinities

“What the fuck are you?” He whispered sharply. “Because I know you’re not...you’re not normal, you’re not human, I should’ve seen it before but just now-so what the hell are you?”

Dennis sighs contentedly and snuggles up close to the incubus. “You’re gonna have to get used to this, I’m a morning person.” he warns teasingly then kisses his cheek, “got any plans for the day? Or shall we stay just like this?”

“You...come on, is this supposed to be a joke? I mean, sure, I get it if you wanted to just be be that, y’know, what we did, but you don’t have to lie to me.” Courfeyrac replied with an almost choked laugh of disbelief. Or maybe he just didn’t want to, maybe he’d fooled himself into believing-what, he had some sort of connection with him? “They wouldn’t do that, they wouldn’t pay someone to-you know what? Just go then, take your stupid excuses and get the hell away from me.” 

“Who, him? He was my husband. I married that asshole when I was 19,” she told the other, pointing a long, red nail at the man across the bar. “Divorced him a few months before I turned 21. God. He really thought he was all that. Y’know, he said I’d never make it. Now look at me. I’m turning twice the profits he’s makin’.”

Donnie was shocked, but not entirely displeased, by the sudden kiss; blinking rapidly to clear his head before he responded. “It’s cool,” he said, his voice taking on a pitch that was just a bit higher than usual. “Kissing disease, yeah, got it, no worries.” He gave the stranger a thumbs-up before glancing around to see if he could find Mal.