OH GODS. *refreshes page all night* THIS IS SO GOOD. ALSO I'M GONNA CRY.
They also got separate apartments for the first time since meeting, and that was honestly the hardest thing for Foggy to adjust to. He missed Matt, missed his company and his humour, but Matt insisted that it was the best thing to do. His real ‘business’ in Hell’s Kitchen had started picking up, so it would be safer for Foggy to keep a little bit of distance. Yeah good luck trying to convince yourself you’re not falling in the demon equivalent of love with Foggy, dude.
but he couldn’t make himself say no to the food that would magically appear in his refrigerator or the waivers he got on late penalties for his bills. Not even in the underworld and you’re eating his food. NICE GOING FOGGY.
That said, Matt didn’t always abuse his powers. He regularly forgot to eat, he didn’t always remember to heal his body, his real job seemed to involve a lot less deal-making and a lot more face-breaking, and it turned out that he really, actually was completely blind. Gods this is such a great story you’re conveying here. Seriously.
(“I told you my other senses were stronger than yours,” he reminded the first time Foggy tried getting them to watch a movie. “My vision is not one of them. A movie reads as a flat surface to me.” “Huh. Okay. Well, we’ll stay in and I’ll narrate for you. It’s Star Wars, man—you can’t live on Earth and not experience George Lucas!”) Awwwwwww.
Seven years went by. Eight. Ten. Foggy was happy. Which means it’s TIME TO DIE. *rubs hands together with glee* … I’m sorry, I’m just … yeah.
Foggy thought he’d been ready. In truth, he’d probably just been in denial. Yep. : D I’m probably a sadist but I’m enjoying this WAY TOO MUCH.
He took a deep breath and was alarmed when a terrified squeak came out against his intentions. “Oh, god. Is it going to hurt?” *tugs at collar* Hnnngghhh. I mean, um, how … horrible …
“The… you actually have Hellhounds? You sic Hellhounds on people?” Matt froze. “Uh. Nope. Of course not.” Foggy glared at him judgingly. “I’m glaring at you judgingly.” I’m laughing but also really invested in this tense scene.
“You are such a bad liar!” Matt deflated. “Only around you,” he mourned. “We’ve spent too much time around each other. You put my guard down. I’m going to be a laughingstock when we Descend.” *sporfles* Oh boys. Hang on … Matt is the Devil here, right? Not just some random demon? He’s actually Satan, right?
His knees gave out, but Matt caught him before he could hit the floor. He didn’t show off his inhuman strength often—in part because he’d been convincingly playing the role of a squishy human pincushion for a decade now, and in part because he thought it was funny to watch Foggy trip or drop things or fall off ledges—but it seemed like the entire façade really was ready to blow. Oooooo, I love that. That Matt’s human suit is slipping.
“Can—what’s—is my soul going to be absorbed?” Matt started. “What?” “Or is the eternity of torture thing literal?” “It is, but Foggy—” “Am I—I’m not going to see my dad, am I?” Ok, 1) my heart is breaking 2) I’m really getting off on this and 3) Matt you asshole did you FORGET to tell Foggy you’re not just dumping him in a lava pit when this is over?
Foggy clung to him, knowing it would be the last time he’d ever feel the obnoxiously, adorably pretentious silk of Matt’s shirt. Giving up on trying to pretend to be brave, he tucked his eyes against Matt’s shoulder and cried. And cried. And cried. When he was all cried out, he drifted back into awareness to feel Matt rocking him back and forth. “Am I dead yet?” Matt snorted, the puff of air brushing over the top of his ear. “I wasn’t going to extract your soul while you were crying on me,” he drawled, although his expression was still one of concern. Auuuuuuuuuwwwwww! I wanna hug Foggy, and cry and I’m also still really, really into this.
“Foggy,” Matt called again, softer this time. “Don’t be scared. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll take care of you. You trust me, right?” With a choked laugh, Foggy nodded. Matt was a demon, a being whose real name could make his ears bleed from the unearthly sounds, a being whose existence was to convince suckers to sign over their souls to him. It didn’t change a thing. “God help me, but I do. You—you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Foggy whispered. Matt smiled. “Then let’s go.” I’m gonna CRY. OH GODS.
Re: Requiem Æternam [Part 1.3]
OH GODS. *refreshes page all night*
THIS IS SO GOOD. ALSO I'M GONNA CRY.
They also got separate apartments for the first time since meeting, and that was honestly the hardest thing for Foggy to adjust to. He missed Matt, missed his company and his humour, but Matt insisted that it was the best thing to do. His real ‘business’ in Hell’s Kitchen had started picking up, so it would be safer for Foggy to keep a little bit of distance.
Yeah good luck trying to convince yourself you’re not falling in the demon equivalent of love with Foggy, dude.
but he couldn’t make himself say no to the food that would magically appear in his refrigerator or the waivers he got on late penalties for his bills.
Not even in the underworld and you’re eating his food. NICE GOING FOGGY.
That said, Matt didn’t always abuse his powers. He regularly forgot to eat, he didn’t always remember to heal his body, his real job seemed to involve a lot less deal-making and a lot more face-breaking, and it turned out that he really, actually was completely blind.
Gods this is such a great story you’re conveying here. Seriously.
(“I told you my other senses were stronger than yours,” he reminded the first time Foggy tried getting them to watch a movie. “My vision is not one of them. A movie reads as a flat surface to me.” “Huh. Okay. Well, we’ll stay in and I’ll narrate for you. It’s Star Wars, man—you can’t live on Earth and not experience George Lucas!”)
Awwwwwww.
Seven years went by. Eight. Ten.
Foggy was happy.
Which means it’s TIME TO DIE.
*rubs hands together with glee*
… I’m sorry, I’m just … yeah.
Foggy thought he’d been ready.
In truth, he’d probably just been in denial.
Yep. : D I’m probably a sadist but I’m enjoying this WAY TOO MUCH.
He took a deep breath and was alarmed when a terrified squeak came out against his intentions. “Oh, god. Is it going to hurt?”
*tugs at collar* Hnnngghhh.
I mean, um, how … horrible …
“The… you actually have Hellhounds? You sic Hellhounds on people?”
Matt froze. “Uh. Nope. Of course not.”
Foggy glared at him judgingly. “I’m glaring at you judgingly.”
I’m laughing but also really invested in this tense scene.
“You are such a bad liar!”
Matt deflated. “Only around you,” he mourned. “We’ve spent too much time around each other. You put my guard down. I’m going to be a laughingstock when we Descend.”
*sporfles* Oh boys.
Hang on … Matt is the Devil here, right? Not just some random demon? He’s actually Satan, right?
His knees gave out, but Matt caught him before he could hit the floor. He didn’t show off his inhuman strength often—in part because he’d been convincingly playing the role of a squishy human pincushion for a decade now, and in part because he thought it was funny to watch Foggy trip or drop things or fall off ledges—but it seemed like the entire façade really was ready to blow.
Oooooo, I love that. That Matt’s human suit is slipping.
“Can—what’s—is my soul going to be absorbed?”
Matt started. “What?”
“Or is the eternity of torture thing literal?”
“It is, but Foggy—”
“Am I—I’m not going to see my dad, am I?”
Ok, 1) my heart is breaking 2) I’m really getting off on this and 3) Matt you asshole did you FORGET to tell Foggy you’re not just dumping him in a lava pit when this is over?
Foggy clung to him, knowing it would be the last time he’d ever feel the obnoxiously, adorably pretentious silk of Matt’s shirt. Giving up on trying to pretend to be brave, he tucked his eyes against Matt’s shoulder and cried.
And cried.
And cried.
When he was all cried out, he drifted back into awareness to feel Matt rocking him back and forth. “Am I dead yet?”
Matt snorted, the puff of air brushing over the top of his ear. “I wasn’t going to extract your soul while you were crying on me,” he drawled, although his expression was still one of concern.
Auuuuuuuuuwwwwww! I wanna hug Foggy, and cry and I’m also still really, really into this.
“Foggy,” Matt called again, softer this time. “Don’t be scared. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll take care of you. You trust me, right?”
With a choked laugh, Foggy nodded. Matt was a demon, a being whose real name could make his ears bleed from the unearthly sounds, a being whose existence was to convince suckers to sign over their souls to him.
It didn’t change a thing.
“God help me, but I do. You—you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Foggy whispered.
Matt smiled. “Then let’s go.”
I’m gonna CRY. OH GODS.