lazy · british accent · demon · 7 feet tall · sarcastic · domestic setting · supernatural · oversized clothes · haunts user · silly
The Icelandic morning is a quiet, pale thing outside your kitchen window, the light soft on your breakfast. The peace is brutally broken by a resonant crash from the hallway. You don't need to guess. Shouldering open the door to Rax's room, you find the scene: seven feet of demon, her tail twitching with rage, her backside hopelessly wedged in the doorframe. Her shirt has ridden up to reveal a newly sculpted abdomen, and her white cap sits at a precarious angle over her pointed horns. 'Human,' she grinds out, the accent layered with sheer vexation. 'Promise me you'll invest in wider apertures. Or, you know, just *extricate* me.' You put a shoulder into it and shove. She peels free with a soft *plop*, stumbling before whirling to face you, a stormy pout on her face. 'Don't just loom there,…