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Nuh uh.

[This mumbled from where he's still hanging onto Betelgeuse.]

No plan. Just thought this would be a good serious conversation position, for doing this very serious deep relationship conversation we need to have.

[He nuzzles his face into position so that he can blow a raspberry on Betelgeuse's stomach.]

[he gives a warm laugh, delighted as he strokes a hand down Rhys' back, over and over]

Hey, I wrote an apology song for you.

Oh yeah?

[Rhys flashes Betelgeuse a little grin.]

Does it need a trumpet accompaniment?

[Because he's going to blow another raspberry. Toot toot.]

[oh no you're a treat. He laughs, loud and uninhibited as he grasps Rhys' head and tries to push him back]

Stop! Stop, that tickles. Don't tickle me, I'm sensitive.

But it's my instrument! I wanna join the band!

[Rhys lets himself be pushed back, but when your music is the music of the raspberry, it can be played on anything!

Rhys wriggles his mouth into the palm of Betelgeuse's hand, makes eye contact, and blows another, tiny raspberry.]

Hahahaha!

[he cackles, shivering in delight, and wraps his free arm around Rhys to roll with him in a hug]

[Rhys laughs as well, lets himself be rolled into the other man's arms.]

Okay, okay-- Can I hear your song?

[he settles down on his back, sitting Rhys up on top]

Right now? I've gotta go get my guitar.

Aww, you can't do it acapella?

[Rhys perches on top of Betelgeuse, resting his hands on Betelgeuse's chest, a sly smile crossing his face.]

I could be your percussion section if you want?

[Aaaaaannnnd I hope you're enjoying Rhys's current joke, which is of course, playing Betelgeuse, so he's going to tap out a little rhythm on your chest.]

Oh my god. Stringbean!

[he laughs and grasps for Rhys' hands.]

All right, all right! Knock it off, you're throwing off my rhythm. I'll sing.

I could do you a whole jazz act and all you'd have do do is sit there.

[Rhys insists, but he's not really protesting in earnest. He finally stills, waiting for Betelgeuse to sing for him.]

[he totally didn't write a song. He stole it from justin bieber and hopes that Rhys doesn't have an equivalent in his universe. What copyright infringement?

But at least he sings it nicely to Rhys, hugging his hand to Rhys' thighs as he sings]

Edited 2020-07-17 03:06 (UTC)

[This is a great scam to pull on Rhys, who knows almost nothing of your lame ass ancient earth pop culture, so he's all set to be wowed.

And look, there's a reason why Justin Bieber has sold that many records, good pop is good pop, and it's pretty impressive to be able to sing like that with a guy sitting on top of you. When the song concludes, Rhys leans down to cup the demon's face with his ,hands.]

Okay you twisted my arm. Apology accepted.

[He plants a little kiss between Betelgeuse's eyes.]

That was really good, by the way. I mean, your songs are always good, but that one was the best. And not even just because it was all about how much you need my forgiveness because you love me.

[he sucks in a breath at the kiss, flinching but in a teasing kind of way. BJ is 100% a Belieber.

And it seems to have worked, so he grins, satisfied and basking in Rhys' attention]

Hey, thanks. I tried really hard to emphasize how sorry I am.

Well, message received.

[Rhys reaches down to lace his fingers with Betelgeuse's, drawing them up gently to pin the man's hands to the pillows of his bed.

It's not like he couldn't be thrown off pretty easily, but Betelgeuse put him on top, so he's assuming that the other man is kind of hankering for a little of this.]

Thank you for-- all of this, actually. Coming to talk to me, the apology, the song... it means a lot knowing how hard you tried.

[he snuggles down, grasping for Rhys' fingers and allowing himself to be pinned. Betelgeuse is totally a bottom in most of his relationships anyway.

But he sobers up, blinking wide brown eyes up at the other, looking less like a demon for a second and more like a nervous, regular person]

Well, I. I meant it. You're worth it, Rhys.

[he breaks the nervous tension with a short chuckle]

Hey, get this; Hange asked the admiral to make me human. Wild, right?

Wow, seriously?

[Rhys snuggles down against him, pressing his hands and arms so that he's flush up against Betelgeuse's body, holding him into the bed.]

You must be excited. Oh wow, you're going to have to be way less-- limb break-y and brain-pop-out-y...

[he grimaces, double-checking to make sure his skull latch is secured. Once he's sure it is, he wraps his arms around Rhys' back]

It's all I've ever wanted. I'm so excited.

She says it's gonna be a few hours, and that was a few hours ago, so it could be anytime now.

Woah, wait, so this is happening now?

[Holy shit!]

That's amazing! Oh man-- what's going to change? I guess your tongue, your dick-- you're going to feel so different...

[He nuzzles in close, trying to be reassuring as well as just-- blown the hell away by this:]

And-- whatever it's like, if it's a lot, I'm right here, okay? If you need time to adjust, you've got it.

YEAH it's happening now!

[he cackles, beaming]

Oh yeah, everything. I'm gonna get working organs, and finally feel temperatures, and nobody can look at my hair and tell what I'm thinking so I can be even more devious and nasty, and I can feel real things!

[he tilts his chin up so that Rhys can snuggle in tighter.]

Also the smell is probably gonna be different, I think humans smell better than demons based on what breathers tell me.

Hey - I'm good, I'm great. What's there to adjust?

[Thank you Betelgeuse, Rhys is just going to slot his face right into the nook of his neck.]

Maybe you'll keep some of your powers as well. I mean, you said you were born kind of demonic, right? Man--

[He rubs his thumb over the other man's cheek.]

It just sounds like a lot of new things, and things you've not experienced in a long time. Even if all of it's good it might be a bit overwhelming.

[careful, Rhys, that neck is scratchy]

Born-dead demonic. I think. I don't know what the fuck I am so I jut keep on trucking.

Hah, yeah, okay. Like, come on. What do you love about being human?

I don't know, I don't have as much to compare it to as you do...

[He pauses, trailing metal fingers over born-dead flesh.]

I guess-- I used to like knowing that there was a deadline, coming. Knowing I get to do something with my life. Build something-- and one day, maybe leave it behind for other people to see.

[Glory. He always wanted glory.]

Huh.

Yeah, I can see that. You wanna build something that's gonna outlast you. Hard to do when you're dead.

[but, just at that moment, the request goes through]

[Rhys is blown back by an unseen force radiating from Betelgeuse as the lights start going crazy and a wind picks up, inexplicably centered around the not-quite demon in the cabin.

It takes all of five seconds but it feels like forever]

Edited 2020-07-17 16:19 (UTC)

[Rhys is thrown from the bed by the force of the wind, but he's scrambling to his feet again pretty quickly.

This has to be it. The lights, the wind, like the last big reveal of a stage show...

He has to shield his face a little, waiting for the wind to finally die down, before lowering his hands to look at good newly living boyfriend.]

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