fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 3」: plague

Like almost every other morning since last Tuesday, he sat across San as he ate breakfast. He liked this new arrangement; his days had gotten so much more fun since he had someone to talk with while he worked, and it was a dream to work with San. The man was quiet and efficient, but he opened up like a flower in the sunlight the moment Wooyoung struck up a conversation with him; he didn't think he'd ever gotten closer to someone as fast as he had to San.

Like almost every other morning, he was tired. He'd slept through from Saturday evening to this morning, but even though he'd gotten over 24 hours of sleep he felt as though he could fall right back into his bed. He really shouldn't have killed a whole blackbird last Tuesday; he hadn't slept a second until Saturday, and that had fucked up his sleep schedule.

San took a sip of his coffee, then placed the mug on the table and sighed, burying his face in his hands. He didn't look as if he'd had more than three hours of sleep, but then again, he'd never seen him well rested, he wouldn't know what that looked like. Maybe he'd find out someday, if the man ever went home earlier than two in the morning; he suspected that he'd work non-stop if he could, and that it had to do with the fact that he got paid rather well.

The pit of abysmal hunger in his stomach demanded his attention with a spike of pain towards his heart, and he rolled his eyes before he went back to observing his friend. The pastel pink hoodie suited the man unexpectedly well, and he couldn't deny that he looked cute in it.

'Kill him.'

Shocked, Wooyoung stopped chewing his toast. 'Deimos, no!' he scolded, slowly continuing to eat as he averted his gaze to the sun bathed garden.

'Deimos, yes,' the demon living in his body alongside him and plaguing him answered, 'He's big, muscular, there's a lot of energy and life in him! We could be awake for years!'

'He's my friend! I'm not gonna lay a hand on him, what the fuck?!'

He could feel Deimos roll his eyes. 'You're lying to yourself, your gay ass could never keep his hands off him, he's too hot for that. Do you actually believe you could keep your hands to yourself is he said he wants to fuck you?'

'He can't fuck me if he's dead, we're not killing anyone!'

The demon snorted. 'Bottom.'

Wooyoung groaned. 'This is why I want to get rid of you,' he complained, noticing San's questioning gaze when he returned to regarding the man. "I'm tired," he explained, ignoring Deimos' sneering laugh as he made himself another toast. "If I ever try to kill a blackbird again, slap me or something."

'Kinky.'

'Shut the fuck up.'

San nodded. "I got you," he said determined; it was endearing. "Why'd you kill it anyway?"

He debated whether he should tell him about the demon, but decided against it. "A sacrifice for my witchcraft." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. "And Darling likes hunting." At least that much was true; if he hadn't taught her that killing without eating the victim would get her in serious trouble, she would have long made sure that no bird or other critter every neared this neighborhood again. She'd easily won a fight against a raccoon once, he didn't doubt a second that she could kill a doberman if she tried.