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“You have very nice ears, Az.”
“Thank you, bug.”
“And very nice teeth.”
“Thank you-”
“And a very nice beard.”
“Thank-”
“And a super cool hat! And pretty skin. And a sweet tail.”
Azazel, lounging about on a sofa in full demon regalia since sailing the high digital seas, makes a mental note to wear his goth pirate cosplay more often as it invariably makes his wife look at him like he’s the most succulent piece of candy she’s ever seen. Great for the ego, but it’s also a little scary, as anyone will admit who’s ever seen a fairy really desire something, her black eyes seemingly too large for her head, her wings pulsing with occult energy. Any second he’ll be abducted, taken to Fairyland, and forced to eat treacherous fairy food.
“Is there anything you don’t like about me, Meg, dearest?” he asks, looping said tail around her waist, drawing her close. If he’s going to die, let it be in the fires of love. If he’s doomed to become a plaything for the Fair Folk, then so be it.
Megan pouts, yanking at her man’s necklace playfully. “I don’t like how often you wear a shirt.”
“Hahahaha!”