Seventeen Muses

Chapter 3

They're left alone in a fairly bare apartment. There's a single bedroom, a simple kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. It's nothing to write home about, but it's her's until a dorm for her group is found. They'd managed to cover the entire floor of the bedroom in mattresses, so apparently everyone would be getting comfortable with each other until a larger apartment was leased.

Desdemona had continued to cling to Seungcheol, her brain a little fuzzy as his creative energy had an almost alcoholic effect on her system. It's something she'd get used to in time, but for now she planned to cling to him as long as he'd allow it. Rubbing against his neck and drinking her fill of the energy, humming to herself the melody his soul sang out to her.

"Little demon..." He starts, head turned away from her as his ears flush bright red, "This isn't... well that is... I'm not interested in that kind of... relationship..."

"Relationship...?" She asks softly, more to herself. Trying to process what he's saying. Her brows furrow as it takes longer for her thoughts to connect before she's pushing back, "No! Goddesses above no! I don't want that either!"

They stare at each other wide eyed and Seungcheol continues to flush, "Um..."

Desdemona back pedals quickly, "Not that you aren't handsome. You're very good looking. Nothing to worry about there. I just.. shit this isn't going the way I wanted it to." She runs a hand through her hair. Taking a deep breath she turns and sits cross legged on the floor, patting a space next to her, "Can we start over from the beginning here?"

Seungcheol chuckles, "Sure." He sits down before motioning for her to start.

Huffing at his amused expression, she pouts before throwing her hands up in the air and pointing between the two of them, "This..." she gestures back and forth, "Is not a romantic thing." She shivers in disgust, "I have no interest in that nor do I have the energy available to create that. Add in that we are not compatible that way. Anyone added to this group is a purely platonic thing. Friends, siblings even, but definitely not romantic."

He rolls his eyes, "You don't have to sound so relieved about it..."

She growls at him ,"You're the one that brought it up! Don't go getting mad at me for this. Would you want to date your sibling?"

Seungcheol has his hand covering his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back his laugh, "I'm not mad, little demon. Just playing with you. Have to tease my little sister, don't I?" He smirks at the end.

She huffs, crossing her arms. Looking away with her nose in the air she replies snootily, "Nevermind. You've lost the sibling status. Officially demoting you to food. Nothing more."

He leans forward a bit, "So you're going to eat me?" He continues to smirk.

Desdemona leans into his space, never one to back away from a challenge, "More like drink. The energy you're giving off is better than any mead I've had before." She smiles up at him, fluttering her eyelashes. Seungcheol is quick to pull back this time, sputtering as she starts laughing.

"Well, at least you live up to namesake..." he grumbles, causing her to laugh even harder.

She wipes the tears from her eyes as she stops laughing, "You wanna keep flirting with danger, or would you rather me get to the actual explaining?"

He rolls his eyes again, "Explaining please. I would like to get to bed at some point."

She debates teasing him again, but decides that can be left to another day. Instead bracing her arms on the floor behind her and leaning back, "How much do you know about muses and how they work?"