>laying in bed at night, listening to the wind howl outside
>alone in your house, and yet can’t shake the feeling someone is watching you
>someone, or something
>try to ignore those thoughts as you close your eyes
>still, after several minutes, that sense is growing stronger
>peel your eyes open a bit to glance around
>funny, you don’t remember putting your winter coat near the door
>lay back down setting a reminder to deal with it in the morning
>wait
>you don’t own a winter coat
>glance back to see the shape is gone
>start feeling uneasy
>that’s when you hear it
>heavy breathing
>guttural breathing
>deep, animalistic breathing
>but you can’t place where it’s coming from
>feels like it’s coming from all directions
>and it’s growing louder
>closer
>coming for you
>you tell yourself it’s just night terrors as you scrunch under the covers
>the floor creaks as you watch a shape emerge at the foot of your bed
>as it takes form, you catch a few darkened features
>curled horns
>muzzle full of what must be sharp teeth
>hulking figure easily eight feet tall
>and it’s glaring down on you
>sizing up its prey
>feeling your body frozen in fear as it reaches out with a clawed hand
>mere inches from your face
>and then, in a deep, growling snarl, it speaks
>”tonight, you’re my cute little snack…”
>at that, you can’t help but burst out laughing
>”I knew it” the beast responds, face red as he flips the lights on “knew it sounded better in my head”
>”It’s alright” you tell him, patting the bed next to you “the lead up was a lot better than usual”
>with a frustrated huff, the demon curls up next to you
>you do your best to wrap your arms around his frame to comfort him
>”Just gotta keep at it, and I’m sure you’ll pass the demon entrance exams”
>another huff escapes his lips as he pouts
>”You’re just saying that. I know I’m too much of a softie”
>”You’re a softie where it counts” you respond, pressing a peck on his back. ”That’s what I love about you”
>you can feel him blush at that “stop, you’re gonna make me tear up you jerk”
>”Well, maybe you could work that in the routine. A scary, crying demon”
>”Oh shut up, now you’re just being a real jerk”
>you both chuckle, flip the lights off, and snuggle together for the night
>”I love you Oronnoth”
>”Love you too anon”

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Pub: 30 Dec 2020 13:46 UTC
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