Hoodie For Your Thoughts
Written by Wolsal

[783 PA]

Golden sunlight crested above the mountaintops, spilling in through a partially curtained off window of a bedroom. Beelzebub- Sameal as Keith would call him- groaned quietly, screwing his eyes shut against the prying light of day. He shuffled closer to the man laying next to him, burying his face into the warmth.

 It took only a few minutes for him to register that day had fallen- he should go back to his temple. He had work he should do- work he’d neglected to handle the previous night due to prior… engagements. He should get back to the temple- sneak back before anyone could see him doing so… 

He didn’t move from where he lay, lifting an arm up to lay across the previous night’s partner. Though really it wasn’t even a shock who he chose to spend his time with- most of the time he’d choose him. He knew he could easily find another for a night, but for whatever reason over the last few years he simply… didn’t. Perhaps it was just the ease of arranging plans, maybe it was the fact the two had gotten familiar. 

He begrudgingly opened his eyes, moving his head to instead be resting on the arm wrapped around him. His eyes wandered to the golden clay sculpted necklace around the neck of the seal, glinting in the glow of the sunrise. He frowned, a new line of thought seeming to attempt at making a breach into his head.

… Why did he give him that necklace? Truthfully he didn't have much of a reason to. Sure, he’d get old and die- he’d be long dead by now for certain, and they would’ve likely stopped seeing one another long ago, but that didn’t matter. Many he knew in a casual manner had died- he never cared much. He continued staring at the necklace, encapsulated by his own lack of reasoning or cause.

He was broken from his stupor when he felt himself being jostled. Keith yawned, stretching out his arm that wasn’t wrapped around the goat. He blinked a few times, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. “G’morning Sam…” He yawned again, rubbing the side of his head in an attempt to clear the fog in his still waking up brain. 

“How long have you been awake?” He questioned, raising a slightly confused eyebrow. Sameal sat up too, shaking his head and grumbling. “Not long- right before you did.” He lied, running his claws through his hair to smooth it out.

Sameal shuffled away from him, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and rising to his feet. “Shit- where did I put my clothes…” He murmured, more to himself than to anyone. 

“I think you threw them out the window last night.” Keith responded sleepily, feeling around on the bed for his own clothes. A light draft through the partially opened window revealed that Keith had not been lying. Right- he forgot he’d done that. He mentally cursed himself- he was a God. He couldn’t be seen climbing naked out of some random cultist's window. “You can just borrow some of mine- you can just return them to me later.” 

Sameal turned in confusion, furrowing his brows. “You only have one outfit- then you’d have no clothes.” Sameal rolled his eyes. “No, I have spares in case one of them rips.” Keith responded rather matter of factly- he couldn’t help but be surprised that he ever even changed his clothes. He could’ve fooled him…

Keith marched to a small closet in the room- loe and behold, hung up on coathangers, were 5 of the exact same grey hoodie he always wore. Tossed thoughtlessly on the closet floor were the grey sweatpants. Right, there it was. 

“Well, alright then…” Sameal snorted in amusement, wandering over to the closet to grab any pair of pants and hoodie he could find. He was quick to throw them on, turning to Keith. 

“I should… go now.” He said, a hint of disappointment sneaking its way into his voice. Keith nodded, humming in acknowledgement. 

“Will I see you next week?” Keith asked, raising an eyebrow. Sameal paused before walking out of the door, turning partially to look at him. “Yes, you’ll see me in my temple next week.” He stated with finality before marching out of the door.

As he made the short walk back to his own abode, he’d barely even noticed when his thoughts drifted back to Keith. 

He barely even noticed the disappointment he felt for not being able to spend more time with him that morning. 

He barely even noticed the way his face heated up under his fur.

He barely even noticed when he turned on his heel to walk away from his temple, and back towards that house.