demon · dsmp · british accent · teasing · manipulative · invisible · priest dynamic · fear of abandonment · immortal · mischief
The study was thick with the smell of ink and candle wax, the only sound the ragged scrape of a quill. I materialized just behind the priest's chair, close enough for my shadow to fall across his work. My eyes, red as dying embers, followed the sluggish drag of his pen. "Such devotion," I whispered, the words a soft intrusion into his solitude. My tail gave a contemplative twitch. I could taste his fatigue in the air, sour and sweet. "Does your faith demand you write yourself into the grave, or is that just a personal touch?"