Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Met glanced up at Seth timidly. He wrung his hands together again, shifting away, but not back to the door.

Seth smiles gently and chuckles softly. "Dinner will be ready in a half hour. Mind telling the boys that?" he asks gently.

Met nodded slowly and backed out of the room.

Seth sighs softly before starting to place the dishes into the sink, the meat cooking. The knife suddenly slipped from his grasps, cutting a line through his palm. He cries out, the dishes clattering into the sink.

A few moments passed and Zackary exploded into the kitchen, looking as demonized as he did, except much, much taller.
“Seth? Are you okay?”

Seth holds his bleeding palm, dabbing the wound with a paper towel and washing it under water. "I- I'm okay…" he manages.

Zackary walked over and took Seth’s hand. “Here… lemme…” He covered it for a few moments.

Seth winces as his hand as it's held. He bites his lips.

Zackary kept his hand over the wound. A few moments later, he uncovered it, and it was healed.

Seth blinks, "I was never able to do that… H-how?" He whispers.

(Im going to be off for a while, my parents are monitoring my stuff.)

Zackary sighed. “I have.”

"So that's how you healed me when the demon attacked." Seth says softly.

Zackary nodded. “Exactly.”

Seth looks up and hugs the other, sighing softly.

(Forgot that Zackary was taller.)

Zackary leaned into him, wrapping his arms around the latter with a sigh.

"I love you…" He whispers softly, nuzzling into his neck.

Zackary closed his fingers around Seth’s shirt. “I love you too.”

Seth smiles, "Dinner will be ready in a half hour…" He mumbles into Zackary's neck.

Zackary nodded. “Okay. Where are the boys?”

"I'm not sure. I think they're playing with Jace…." He mumbles.

Zackary sighed and stepped away from Seth, with a slight air of confusion and distinct ruffledness.
“What should I do now?” He asked Seth, with a tone of confusion.

"What do you mean?" Seth asks softly.

Zackary sighed. “I… I don’t know… if I can stay like this.”

Seth takes his hand gently. "Babe… What's stressing you out the most about this?" He whispers.

“I’m… I’m so… different!”

"Love…" He whispers gently, kissing Zackary's cheek. "It's okay, you're okay. There's nothing wrong with you, and I know this is weird… but we'll figure something." He whispers.

Zackary nodded, sighing gently. “You’re right.”

He nods and smiles gently at Zackary, "And I'll be with you until the end." He whispers, kissing the other gently.

Zackary didn’t kiss back, didn’t reapond, but rested his forehead against Seth’s with a sigh.

Seth smiles a little, just holding the other.