[ It doesn't take much for John to fall into bed with the demon — it never does, really. Yet it's different this time with how heavy his head feels, resting it against the demon royal's chest as he lays there, lighter still clicking. ]
I've almost been here a year.
[ Words he softly mumbles as he watches the way his small flame dances there in the lighter he holds. ]
Am I supposed to call this home? With being here so long?
[ The demon's hand finds the other hair easily enough, his fingers stroking through the other long hair as he holds his tongue for the moment, just letting the other take the time he needs between them- even with that repeated clicking of the others lighter.
His head tilts at those first words- and he understands the others state of mind all the more.]
...Does it feel like home to you?
[ It was a simple question as his fingers tuck a few stray hairs behind the other ear.
For him- John was easily something of a connection here- the demons home in any real way that mattered- it was one the reasons he thought so hard for their contract but he was well aware that there was a difference here. Caliban's home was...well, nothing but that void. John might have had a life back home.]
Or just a temporary stop? I don't think it's something that's so clear-cut, my love.
I've never had a home, so I couldn't tell you what one feels like.
[ A quiet confession he doesn't typically talk about, he gently clicks his lighter over and over, not sparking the flame to life, more just rolling the wheel back and forth just enough to click it. ]
I just don't know if that's what this is here. I don't really know what a lot of anything is here.
I'm a created being- and a demon. Home for me before this wasn't exactly-...it didn't last very long, I suppose.
[ He'd only really had a few months with Sabrina before she died and he'd been trying to steal her throne more often than not. Not exactly a great blueprint for this. The demon at least, was going to try a different approach to this.]
All right- would you feel like your life would be lessened by the loss of me? Of those walls? Of those connections, you made here?
[ He pointed out as he tilted his head against the back of the headpiece of the bed.]
For I think mine would- without you in my arms. I might not understand what home is to most mortals...
But I know my life would be empty without your fire. John.
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I've almost been here a year.
[ Words he softly mumbles as he watches the way his small flame dances there in the lighter he holds. ]
Am I supposed to call this home? With being here so long?
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His head tilts at those first words- and he understands the others state of mind all the more.]
...Does it feel like home to you?
[ It was a simple question as his fingers tuck a few stray hairs behind the other ear.
For him- John was easily something of a connection here- the demons home in any real way that mattered- it was one the reasons he thought so hard for their contract but he was well aware that there was a difference here. Caliban's home was...well, nothing but that void. John might have had a life back home.]
Or just a temporary stop? I don't think it's something that's so clear-cut, my love.
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[ A quiet confession he doesn't typically talk about, he gently clicks his lighter over and over, not sparking the flame to life, more just rolling the wheel back and forth just enough to click it. ]
I just don't know if that's what this is here. I don't really know what a lot of anything is here.
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[ He'd only really had a few months with Sabrina before she died and he'd been trying to steal her throne more often than not. Not exactly a great blueprint for this. The demon at least, was going to try a different approach to this.]
All right- would you feel like your life would be lessened by the loss of me? Of those walls? Of those connections, you made here?
[ He pointed out as he tilted his head against the back of the headpiece of the bed.]
For I think mine would- without you in my arms. I might not understand what home is to most mortals...
But I know my life would be empty without your fire. John.