“be grateful I’m even letting you stay here.”

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They stare at Scaramouche’s back, watching him as he slept. They laid on his bed, back against the bed frame. Their eyes drifted down to the electro symbol placed on the nape of his neck

He laid on his side, bare back facing them as he slumbered.

Their gaze felt heavy as questions circled in their mind. Why did he wish to become a god? Was power the only thing in this world that he craved? Was his status as harbinger not enough? They learned not to ask much about his past and wishes. It wasn’t in their job description to know about their co workers goals. They were co workers, nothing more. They weren’t in love, they only slept together tonight for reasons they couldn’t be bothered to remember.

They weren’t in love.

Suddenly, his voice filled their ears in the quiet room.

“Quit staring at me, be grateful I’m even letting you stay here.”

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