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Go back and hide alone in your house like the socially anxious goblin that you are.
Well, not really a plan. More like a loose, half-formed idea that had come to me when I was super stoned.
Well, you’re really cementing your weirdo status now, Greid. Awesome job.
Apparently I was “antisocial” and “practically a hermit”, and wanting to stay in and get high and watch shitty TV was “immature”. How was that immature?
I was old enough to buy legal drugs, so technically getting high was the most mature thing I could do.
My kind, demiurgus, craved battle and constant power plays in relationships, especially during sex. That I craved something else apparently made me defective.
fuck all of them. I didn’t need them. Assholes.
Was it actually, like, wrong of me to come here? Were these people… brainwashed somehow? Would I be taking advantage? Would they fall over themselves for the chance to become my roommate? Fucking creepy.
I glanced around in bewilderment, tension seeping through me again. Oh my good god… Was this a sex cult?
Also, mating instinct? What fucking mating instinct? Like I was a wild animal who was going to sniff out a particular scent and get uncontrollably randy from it?
That I would lock eyes with a particular human, burst out of this skin to reveal my true form, and snatch them up to steal them away, grunting ‘Mine, mine, mine’?
I wondered if he’d be so honoured by my mere presence if I told him that just last night, I’d smoked an ungodly amount of shade herb before passing out face-first in the bowl of potato chips I’d been hunched over and shovelling into my mouth. I could still feel the grease and salt on my skin.
Ask her to lick it off you ;)
If this frail old man uttered the words, ‘of your cock’, I was going to smash my way bodily through the nearest wall to escape.
Get me the fuck out of here.
Probably a gigantic, very incorrect statue of a demiurgus cock. Did they all gather around it and fall to their knees in worship? Fucking weirdos.
For some reason, my gaze snagged on her and refused to let go. She had vibrant orange hair and pale skin covered with freckles. Her eyes were green. When our gazes clashed, she scowled, her cheeks turning bright pink. My gut knotted just a little. “That one,” I heard myself blurt out, raising a hand to point at her. “I want that one.”
Frankly, he looked terrified of me.
You put a single fingertip on me, buddy, and I’ll rip your balls off. My pulse leapt when his eyes flared. His throat bobbed with a swallow.
You are such a sad little idiot
Latching onto the first person who… well, did the exact opposite of showing any interest. You’ve got issues, dude.
What if she… I don’t know, marked her territory by pissing in the corners of rooms? Did humans do that?
Her big, slightly feral grin and blunt white teeth that would probably feel really good biting down on my—
As of tomorrow, Beryl would be in my house—my private space—for the indeterminate future. Oh god, I was going to have to seem at least half normal.
There were sculptures and busts that Agma had left behind, but I liked the look of them, so I’d kept them. Framed artwork filled almost every available inch of wall space. Books were scattered around instead of being neatly shelved in the big bookcase that dominated one wall. Candlesticks and stained-glass lanterns stood on every surface, most of them surrounded by puddles of hardened wax.
This is such a vibe!
She might not want them, but I liked to pile about ten blankets on top of myself when I was relaxing, so I’d leave them for her just in case.
Aww! I love this!
Spotting my blanket onesie draped over the chest at the end of the bed—which had several other blankets spilling out of it—I tugged it over my head before yanking on my fluffy bootie slippers, designed to fit over big demiurgus feet.
This was the fifth speech so far. To celebrate my last night in the commune and my impending matehood with Greid the Greater Being—I’d quietly snorted when the high priest called him that—I was being treated to a big “family” dinner. It always creeped me out when members called us a family, and not just because I’d fooled around with some of them in the past.
You could’ve done anything, I wanted to yell at them. You had the whole world at your feet and you fucked it!
I mean, yeah, sure. Greid was tall. And he did have nice hair. But I had nice hair too. Why weren’t any of them saying how lucky he was to get me? I was a catch, damn it.
“Greid.” His eyes widened a little as I marched toward him and took the suitcases back. “Lace your boots up.”
Yes, Master ;)
“Because you’re always high?” He shot me a weak glare. “I’m not always high. I’m not high right now.” “Your self-restraint is awe-inspiring,” I deadpanned.
“You’ve never had a burger?” He looked back at the compound, now way above us as we descended the hill. His yellow eyes narrowed. “This place is cursed.”
Life was far too fucking short to deny yourself things for the sake of someone else’s warped, singular idea of beauty.
“She called you boring?” I frowned. “That’s mean.”
Such a meanie face 😝
“Wait.” He froze as I pointed at the door. “What about that room?” His yellow eyes swung over to it before he cringed. “Just another closet,” he said quickly, then turned to keep going up the staircase.
OMG, IT'S MONICA GELLHER'S CLOSET!
She’d been bossy, which I hadn’t minded, but then she’d quickly realised that I would do literally whatever she wanted.
She chastised me for what she called my “terrible diet”, even though I always dutifully ate the salads she made for dinner. But then she’d get annoyed when she found me hunched over the fridge later that night stuffing leftover pizza into my mouth. It wasn’t my fault salad didn’t fill me up.
This is so ridiculous. You don't have to eat just salad to be healthy, there are hundreds of meals, including take out meals, that are healthy and filling. obviously as a Demiurges, his metabolism requires more food. if it was a salad, he needed protein also (apparently a whole chicken, lol, but still, more than lettuce!)
She was bossy, yeah, but she’d only told me to tie up my shoelaces so I didn’t hurt myself, and refused to back down when I tried to give her jewellery worth thousands of dollars for free. God, I was such a loser.
Yeah, so, you’ve known me about a day, but here are some of the things I like to shove up my ass.
Noice
God, why was I such a slut for touch?
After I’d started going to the coffee shop every morning, Greid had given me the spare key and made a little keychain just for me. It was tiny strands of metal intricately twisted together to form a B, with little stones wound throughout.
I liked being in control of everything. Maybe that was why I was feeling a little lost out here in my new life. Everything was new and different for me, but I was surrounded by people who’d been living this way their whole lives. It felt like I’d joined a race late and was desperately trying to catch up with everyone else on the planet.
He wasn’t even wearing his tent anymore, but he was still so warm and comfortable against me. And I’d wanted to hug him for so long. And now… yeah, now we were definitely hugging. All my limbs were wrapped around him like a spider monkey, and after a few moments we both seemed to realise it.
If she still wanted me to keep holding her like this, I’d sooner have all my limbs torn off by wild animals than willingly let go. This might be the only chance I got to be this close to her. I was going to cling to it for as long as possible.
“Being sedentary is the best,” Greid declared. “It’s my mission in life to be as sedentary as possible.”
“No, I’m fine,” I said quickly. Please don’t stop playing with my hair. “Totally comfortable.”
You are pretty greedy. Ooh, how about greedy boy!” She laughed. My throat closed up. “Uh.” I stared straight ahead as my mind took that in a very inappropriate direction. I would be greedy with Beryl. So embarrassingly greedy and desperate for anything she would give me. And I’d beg for more. And more.
My face spikes flexed with pleasure at hearing her call them our porch steps. Beryl saw this as her home—our home—and that made me embarrassingly happy.
“It’s something for me? Is it my own pair of ScrubShoes?”
My chest squeezed tight. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so bad.
