#prhys

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.

deimos grinned as he pushed past rhys. he tugged off his beanie and ruffled up his hair exposing his small horns. hiding them with his magics took a lot of effort and wearing a beanie sometimes was too hot so he was stuck between too annoyances but in the end he usually decided the latter was what he’d rather deal with. now that he was in the safety of rhys’ apartment he didn’t have to worry about that.

“i like you’re friends,” deimos declared turning on his feet once he heard the door click closed, “they’re fun.” they hadn’t done much but the way rhys had reacted to deimos’ comments was more than entertaining to the young demon. he liked watching rhys squirm if he put it in layman's terms. in fact, he liked that much more than the actual company of the other humans.

by a demon’s standard deimos hadn’t been alive for long - he hadn’t even lived out the full live span of a human yet. which meant to a demon he still had much to experience but deimos already decided that rhys was his favourite human. he didn’t know what it was about the taller boy but deimos was attached.

“d’ya think they liked me?” deimos asked turning away again as his tail untucked itself from under his shirt swishing through the air slowly before it found its way into his hands. he held onto the end of it squishing it gently. for some reason the action put him at ease. it was a habit he couldn’t drop.  

taking slow steps he made his way over to rhys’ couch not hesitating as he sat down onto it. while he enjoyed being around the humans it took a lot out of him. deimos’ preferred to just laze around and do nothing (it was a trait most sloth demons hand, just as a lust demon loved to fuck or a pride demon loved to prove themselves better, sloth demons well, liked to be lazy).

Tagging: Rhys Zimmerman and Marshall Fischer

Location: Shoreline and desert

Time: Midday

Notes: Rhys finds Marshall on the shoreline, and she acts first, thinks later.

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