Isaac pulls his hand away and rubs his palm with his other hand. "I'm not a lust demon. Just the sin of greed…" he falters. "Don't tell me you have a greedy desire for love. Although, I know that all of us deadly sins can bring out powerful desires in people." He adjusts his head and smiles. "You really did choose the wrong demon." He stands up, keeping Haze from falling as he does. He unhooks Haze's legs and places his back down on the ground. Isaac picks up his satchel and takes out his hunting knife. "It's dangerous outside. I've made many mistakes since we left the dorm. I'll be back soon. You haven't eaten in a long while; you're probably hungry."
He stands “ I'm fine,” he said and smiled
"Are you sure?" he glares at Haze with a skeptical smile. "Humans have a tell for when hunger revenges their body." he spins the knife. He shifts his weight. "So, what does one do around here?" Isaac tilts his head, his eyebrows raised. He glances around. Isaac spots the many books crammed in shelves, the pages separating from their spines. Herbs are scattered everywhere, along with small vials of unknown substances. A small area for resting was a complete mess. "It's as if no one has been here for a few years."
“ I have been here almost every day. “ he said and pulled out his violin that was hidden in the pack he brought
"Organized mess?" Isaac cocks an eyebrow. "What have you've done here every day?" he watches Haze pull out his violin. Isaac's eyes grow big, and the corners of his mouth form a little smile. "Other than practicing your instrument," he adjusts his tone and mumbles. "How did you even sneak that in there?"
Haze smiles “ which remember?”
Isaac smiles like the idiot he is and says mockingly, “Witch remember.” Reverts back to his normal tone of voice. “Sheesh, give me a break. You cannot possibly have the power to become… what was it you humans called her?… Mary Poppins.” He plops himself back on the floor and stretches. “Well music boy, show me what you’ve got?” Isaac challenges Haze.
Haze smiled at the challenge, playing his heart out. His foot tapped the tempo and his fingers wrote the melody. His voice filled the hair with cotton, the words he was spilling had meaning, every one of them.
Isaac smiles with weary eyes, “That was wonderful. You’ve once again trapped my body in confusion on how to react.” He closes his eyes. The demon has been soothed on the border to slumber. He wouldn’t let himself go that quick. “Tu es comme la musique de la nuit. Tu es comme un ange” (You are like the music of the night. You are like an angel),” Isaac slips into another language and blinks his eyes open. He stares at Haze and gives him a soft smile.
Haze sighed “ I understood nothing of that..” he said softly and set his instrument down “ while I speak Russian I'm not fluent in what you're speaking. “
Isaac closes his eyes again. In a soft tone, he says, “It’s a human language called French or something. It’s pretty. I called you an angel… and the music of the night.” His breathing slows tremendously, and any tension left in his body melts away. “Many old scrips are written in it…” he pauses, “Everything is tingly, and the air is light.”
Haze smiled “ and that is calmness”
“Why is it making me feel your human sleepiness. I’m not supposed to get tired.” He sighed. “They always tell you ‘calm before the storm’, but calmness is its own bubble. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel vulnerable.” He’s holding up his head to keep it from pulling his body down to the ground. His arm is on his leg as a stabilizer. “Yet another thing I have not felt before,” he mumbles to himself. He wonders how many feelings there could be and why humans had to be so complex. They had to have a soul capable of complex feelings while his broken one should be a pitless void. Yet, everything he knew is getting debunked every hour.
Haze laughed, pulling Isaac into his arms. He enjoyed the feeling of their chests on each other. “ you should really sleep”
Isaac gives Haze’s a drowsy hug. “I don’t need sleep. It doesn’t make sense for me to sleep. Demons don’t sleep.” He smiles and clings onto Haze to bring him back to consciousness. It does the exact opposite to him. He jerks himself awake, annoyed that this is happening. “I feel too vulnerable.” He mumbles.
"babe. sleep. demon or not you need it,"
Isaac grumbles and curls in Haze's arms. He makes himself comfortable. He closes his eyes, leaning into Haze's chest while clinging onto one of his arms. Sunlight is starting to peak through when the demon is sound asleep. He shifts a lot in his sleep and makes little noises like a dog. He stirs later in the afternoon, grumbling about how he let down his guard.
haze was holding a knife as he slept with his arms around the other. he was protective of issac. that was his greed, issac
Blinking his eyes open after all his grumbling, his eyes land on the knife. His entire body flinches, and his gold eyes are wide. He's startled by it, but his body freezes like a goat. He lets out a small gasp, his shoulders tensing up. His heart is racing again. It takes him a few minutes to calm down and realize Haze wasn't going to attack him. "You scared me to death," Isaac said in a breathy pant.
Haze's eyes fluttered open “ just a but of protection..” he mumbled tiredly “ sorry.” he apologized and squeezed Isaac lovingly
He smiles, "Guess who needs sleep now." Isaac strokes Haze's hair and takes the knife from his hand. He puts it safely down on the ground. "The sun is still above the horizon, so it should be safe. I'll be alright. I can protect you well if anything gets in." He snickers and his shoulders move with his laugh.
Haze chuckled, kissing Isaac softly. He smiled at the demon “ you are my greed,” he whispered
"Well, that's no surprise. I can tell. It weighs heavy on your soul," Isaac shifts, sits up and stretches. One thing that he didn't tell Haze is that his wings tend to puff out when he stretches. Haze was bound to get a face full of feathers. Isaac moves his wing and folds it. "I forgot that happens… heh, sorry for the feathers." Isaac stands up and stretches his wings. He can't fully extend them because their length is longer than the length of the building. "At least you look cute with feathers in your hair."
Haze chuckled and shook the feathers out of his hair
"Don't like feathers? What a shame." he tucks his wings back into the closed position. He scans around the room and grabs a vial with herbs in it. Isaac recognizes the herbs as poppy seeds and pops open the vial. He pours a few poppy seeds into his hand. This man is about to "drug" Haze. He offers the seeds to Haze, "One thing I know about witches is that they use poppy seeds to calm people. You need it to sleep." Demon bird boy promises to himself he won't be tempted to smash the vial this time.
