[For Stephen]

[asher_talos]

While Asher was still adjusting to the idea of Del being pregnant with his hell spawn, it was a lot harder to do whenever he was back in that dorm room. It was one of those two tiny steps forward, one giant step back kind of deals and, in all honesty, he wondered if he’d just be better off rooming elsewhere. What he didn’t need was a constant reminder of how badly this could all end, but it was hard to shake the feeling when this place thought it would have been fun to leave dead bodies in his bed last Halloween.

Of all the corpses he’d dealt with over the span of five-hundred years, the Island sure knew how to pick the pair that would pack the most punch. Going for the heart; it was something he probably would have found commendable, under normal circumstances. When it wasn’t his heart.

If they could just skip right over October this year, that would’ve been great.

Perched on top of the dresser with an apple clamped between his fangs, Asher just stared at his bed. He’d gotten back into the habit of avoided sitting or lying on it unless he knew he’d fall asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow. And, frankly, he just wasn’t that tired yet.

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Stephen clomped down the stairs, loud even when he wasn't talking. He was just talented that way. He stomped across to drag his laundry out of one of the machines that he still really wished he never had to deal with, then carried the whole crumpled mess to his bed to drop it all there.

He really wished he had a maid.