Zackary caught sight of this sudden change in his character and skulked after him, gently murmuring to Jace to stay outside with the twins.
Jace complied politely as Zackary lankily skipped steps to the master bedroom.
He knocked on the door. “Seth? Are you okay?”
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Seth curls up on the bed, trying to focus on his breathing. He felt sick. He felt weak. He wasn't sure what was happening. Was his body still trying to get used to the mortal form? He didn't know. But it hurt and he was in pain. He takes a shuddering breath as he pulls the blanket over himself.
Zackary pushed the door open, gazing into the room, and seeing the Seth-sized lump.
“Seth? Are you okay?” He walked over slowly.
Seth heard the door open, only tensing a little bit. He relaxed when he heard Zackary. He felt slightly better, but still very weak. He wasn't sure what to do. What to say. He felt so fragile. Zackary had already done so much for him.
Zackary drifted across the room and leaned into the bed, pulling the covers down. “Seth?” He asked tenderly, seeing Seth shaking there. “Are you okay? Do you want me to bring anything up?”
Seth looks up when the covers are removed. His face was red, his cheeks flushed. He smiles a little at Zackary. "I-I'll be okay. I think I'm just tired… I don't think my body is used to this new form yet…" He mumbles weakly.
Zackary put a hand on Seth’s waist, the other on his face. “Are you sure? Should I bring something up for you?”
"I'm okay." Seth assures gently. "I just think my body isn't used to this form." He mutters, sighing softly at the gentle touch of the other. He was so tired, so weak.
Zackary nodded and lifted his hands. “Call if you need amything.”
"I will." He replies softly, curling up again, already missing Zackary's gentle touch. He nuzzles into the blankets and sighs softly, groaning a little when his stomach gave an uneasy lurch.
Zackary pulled up a trashcan for good measure, glanced back at Seth, then left the room.
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Seth was sleeping by the time Zackary returned to the bedroom. He had a peaceful look on his face, his breathing even and slow.
Zackary changed into some of Seth’s old clothes and laid down next to Seth with a gentle sigh. Today… was very eventful.
Seth instantly curls into Zackary when he felt the others presence. He sighs happily, nuzzling into Zackary's side as he slept peacefully.
Zackary hummed gently and wrapped his arm around Seth. God…I’m so much bigger now… weird.
Seth smiles in his sleep, humming happily as he rested. He was somewhat awake but more asleep.
Zackary set his head down with a gentle sigh, tucking his long legs into his body. This is so… odd… what happeed?
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Seth woke late in the morning, feeling feverish. He groans and shifts in bed. Maybe the fever was a reaction to what happened last night?
Zackary had gotten out of bed early that morning, leaving behind food and orange juice for Seth. He also moved the trash can back in its original spot, its bag changed.
Seth groans and stands, hissing a little bit as he walks towards the kitchen to start on breakfast for himself and the boys if they were still there.
He found, as stated before, the food made at the table, with a little note with his name on it. It was written what could be presumed in Zackary’s curvy, somewhat loopy handwriting.
Neo, Met, and Jace were no where to be found, neither was Zackary.
Seth smiles at the food, sitting down to eat if gratefully. He sighs and leans on the table once finished. He was tired, yes. But he started tidying the house, humming softly.
There was not much to tidy, either. The books upstairs were dusted, the TV too; the dishes done, dried off and put away; Zackary’s car cleaned, polished and gleaming in the sunlight; the grass cut, roses outside trimmed. All was well and done.
Seth finally just sat on the couch, unsure of what to do. He leans forward and finally, he breaks down. He had lost his demon heritage. The love of his life was now immortal, while he was in a mortal body. He would die and he wouldn't see Zackary unless Zackary came to the underworld. He sobs softly, tears streaming down his face.
Gentle, soft voices spoke from outside the door. Met pushed the door open, looking paler, more scared and harried than before. He jumped when he saw Seth, his mouth still hanging open from his conversation… with no one.
Seth went quiet when he heard the door. He didn't dare look up, but he guessed it was one of the boys.
Met made a faint noise in his throat, that sounde like an attempted, but failed attempt to speak. He cleared his throat gently and asked Seth quietly, “Are you okay, sir?”
Seht looks up, "I-I'm okay, Met. And there's no need for sir." He says softly with a small smiles. "Just Seth is fine."