Silence.
The sound was foreign to the demon, accustomed to the drip of leaky pipes, or perhaps the clamor of overworked, overcrowded demons. Here, the peaceful nothingness was broken only by the soft buzzing of flies above the bed, and the soft breathing of the body beside th-
Body?
Breathing??
A sharp glare flickered to the form, face half-pressed into the pillow, hair pressed slightly into his face where, typically, the perfectly unblemished features would never be obscured by such. Quiet breaths passed the angel’s lips, and not even a spot marred the pillow beneath his head.
( Much unlike the pillow Beelzebub themself had just lifted their head from, which had several stains from their night’s rest )
A snarl curled their expression, eyes narrowing softly as, in their mind, the prior day’s events replayed. A meeting, feeding those damned ducks while discussing the mess Heaven and Hell had both been left in after Crowley and Aziraphale’s little stunt. That was all it was supposed to be - a professional meeting.
But something had buggered that right up, now hadn’t it.
Their attention snapped from frustrated thoughts, piecing the moments leading up to this together like a puzzle - or perhaps a dismembered corpse - back to the angel, when a soft sound passed his lips. Quiet shifts of his head, leaving no smudges of dirt nor grime, as he…
What was he doing…?
Unfamiliar heat seemed to flood the demon’s cheeks, a vastly uncomfortable feeling in their chest as they watched the angel curl up contently in his blankets, enjoying his rest while he could get it.
“Disgusting.”
The mumble, directly contradicting the slight color that had found their grime smudged features - and it should be. An angel, so at peace, should be bait to cause harm. It should be as disgusting as… as Crowley fawning over that damned angel of his!
After all, demons weren’t beings meant for these sort of….
Niceties!
Comfort, soft scenes, they weren’t part of a demon’s resume!
Damned Niceties!
Bare feet swung off of the edge of the bed, warmth still painting the demon’s cheeks, burn marks left on the sheets as they crammed on their shoes and moved to yank their coat from where it had been abandoned, across the back of a chair.
“Where even are-” Grumbled words cut off before the sentence could finish. They couldn’t very well go back to hell reeking of angel musk.
May as well get a coffee before returning, let his stench wear off.
Lip upturned, they glanced back at the sleeping angel, taking in the full scene of it now. Dirtied sheets beside the peaceful angel, taking up far more of the bed than they should have allowed. Their snarl sharpened as the realization dawned, memory flickering through their mind.
Damn cuddly beings-
That warmth returned, painting their features as they made way to the door, glancing back over their shoulder once more.
Perhaps they would bring the blasted angel a coffee as well.
Not to be nice! Hell no. But…
They were going to the coffee shop already…
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