Beryl seemed kinda bossy too, but… not in the same way as Agma. Not at all. Humiliatingly, I’d already given her plenty of opportunities to take advantage of my submissive nature, and she hadn’t been swayed by any of them.
She was bossy, yeah, but she’d only told me to tie up my shoelaces so I didn’t hurt myself, and refused to back down when I tried to give her jewellery worth thousands of dollars for free.
God, I was such a loser.
My head popped out of my towel cocoon when I heard her coming down the stairs, stomach jolting with nerves. Oh god, what if she knocked on my door? My eyes darted frantically over my bed, in case I’d missed any of the sex toys that had still been carelessly left out in the open while she was in my freaking house. I’d woken up hideously late in a puddle of my own drool, splayed naked on my belly after a shameful night of draining myself dry, and when I’d seen the time I’d jumped up and shoved on the first clothes I could find without cleaning any of it up.
Thank fuck I’d remembered before showing her my room on the house tour earlier. I couldn’t bear to imagine the humiliation of thrusting open my bedroom door for her to see the collection strewn over my bed. Yeah, so, you’ve known me about a day, but here are some of the things I like to shove up my ass. I cringed, almost tripping as I scrambled off the bed, still clutching the giant towel around me like a hooded cloak.
I couldn’t just leave her out there alone. It wasn’t fair. She was probably feeling a little uncomfortable being in someone else’s house. And she might be hungry. I glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was technically still too early for dinner, but I could eat at any time. I’d see if she wanted anything.
Usually in the evenings I just wore my big blanket onesie with nothing underneath, but nope. No fucking way. I also usually stayed in my true form when I was home, but I didn’t want to startle Beryl by suddenly appearing a foot taller with a beastly face, a long tail and big, clawed demiurgus feet. I spent a lot less time than some other demiurgus in my humanoid skin, but I knew it was like breaking in a new pair of boots. The more you wore it, the more comfortable it got. So I didn’t mind.
Sighing miserably at the thought of spending the evening in proper clothes—and underwear—I got dressed in some jeans and a much nicer sweater than the one I’d had on earlier. As I pulled on some thick socks, I gazed longingly at my fluffy bootie slippers. I’d wait a little longer before showing Beryl all the embarrassing parts of myself. The parts Agma had huffed and rolled her eyes over and judged me for.
I stared at myself in the mirror as I combed my wet hair. Did Beryl think demiurgus were ugly? She’d spent so long around people who fawned over my kind and acted like we were god’s gift that maybe she’d gone the other way in defiance. Maybe her time with the cult had completely soured her on demiurgus as a whole. She didn’t seem that way, but that didn’t mean she liked the way I—we, I meant we—looked.
I didn’t think she was ugly. Not at all.
Scowling at my reflection when the spikes around my hairline twitched, I turned from the mirror and stared anxiously at the door. What was she doing out there? I couldn’t hear the TV or any sounds from the kitchen.
Fuck, had she left?
Panic streaked through me, making me jerk toward the door. At the last second, I veered back around the bed to grab my smoking tin. One way or another, I was going to need it.
I held my breath as I inched open the door. The house was completely silent. A sharp pain went through my chest at the thought of Beryl sneaking out in secret. Maybe she hated the house. Maybe she thought I was a total weirdo.
A faint rustling from the living room doorway opposite made me freeze, my pulse leaping. When I heard it again, I took a fortifying breath and shuffled out of my room, closing the door behind me. Then, trying to walk normally, I stepped across the hall and into the living room.
Beryl looked up from the couch, a fat book open on her lap. She gave me a big smile that made me sigh in relief.
“Hey. I found this down the side of the couch.” She lifted the book to show me the cover. It was a hardboiled detective novel that I hadn’t read in years. “I started reading it just to pass the time, but I’m already addicted.”
The tips of my ears fluttered wildly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long—”
“Oh, it’s fine. It’s been nice sitting here without people constantly coming and going. We had one big communal living room at the compound, so it was always busy.”
I took a step back. “Oh. Uh, I didn’t mean to… I can go—”
She huffed and set the book down on the coffee table. “I didn’t mean I don’t want you in here. It’s your house.” Patting the seat beside her, she said, “Come and sit.”
With a gulp, I slowly walked over, but stopped on the way to pick up the box of matches and light all the candles. Humans had weak eyesight, right? It was already getting dim in here, and she’d been sitting there reading in the dark while I had a minor existential crisis in my room.
“I’ll just go and get some lamps—”
“It’s fine, Greid. Just sit down.” She looked around as I lit the final few candles. “I like it. It makes the room even cosier.”
I mumbled in response, keeping my head bent as I closed the little latch on the front of the stained-glass lantern by the couch. After setting down the matches, I awkwardly sat and wiped my clammy palms over my jeans.
Would this human skin stop sweating so fucking much if I spent more time in it?
After a moment of silence, I fumbled with my phone in my pocket. “Why don’t we order some food?”
Food was good. Food was an icebreaker, right? And it meant fewer awkward silences, because we’d be too busy eating to feel the need to talk.
“Sure, sounds good.” She shifted a little to face me better. “Burgers, right? I really want burgers.”
“I could always eat a burger.” As I unlocked my phone and swiped over to the food delivery app, I could see Beryl staring from the corner of my eye.
“Your phone is so cool.” She nodded at it, and I eyed its black outer case, more organically shaped than the straight lines of human-made phones. “And it’s massive.”
I waggled my fingers over the screen. “Long fingers.”
“Right, of course.”
Suddenly remembering my earlier offer, I quickly said, “I can go and get my old one for you.”
“No, it’s okay. I need one of those things before I can use it anyway, right? The thing that goes in it?”
My mouth twitched. “A SIM card, yeah.”
I was reminded of how little of the world Beryl had experienced. It helped put me at ease as the driving urge to give her things rose to the surface. The chance to discover new things. Everything she’d missed out on.
Holding out the phone, I asked, “Do you want to look through the restaurants? There are a few burger places that deliver to here. You can pick which one you like the look of.”
Her green eyes, which looked darker in the candlelight, flared with excitement. “Yeah, okay.”
Our fingers brushed as she took the phone, and I quickly raised a hand to my ear on the pretence of scratching it so she hopefully wouldn’t see its embarrassing twitch. Beryl was too busy staring down at the phone screen anyway, her freckled cheeks illuminated by the glow.
I tried not to stare.
“Holy crap, all these places deliver to here?” She hesitated, then used her finger to scroll down. “There’s so many different kinds of food.”