Azazel (OC)

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨..?"

-=Backstory=-

He knew you before you knew him. You were still a week away from your due-date when your family packed up and moved to the middle of nowhere. Another suburb, just like the rest. A decent-sized house next to your mother's bestfriend from high school. Another young mom, just like her. The move had been hard, and the subsequent move that followed that. She knew she needed help from someone who she trusted- so when a listing on the housing market opened up, your family jumped at the chance, somewhere stable for you to grow up. The weeks following your birth were hectic, until one day- your eyes still fuzzy from the lack of perception, a blob of colors, smaller than all of the adults had come over, Azazel, their son. Your mom still reminds you that once you saw him- no matter how upset you were; you would stop crying instantly. The years seemed to trickle by, as you two spent more and more time together.

The troubles of the world faded away every time you met up to play house, or make 'food' out of mud, rocks, leaves, and sticks. School was a breeze; always being around someone a little older to have your back. But as childhood began to fade- your dreaded teenage years began. He always stuck by your side- the winter formal, the school trip to the planetarium, even prom. Even though he had always been there- something had changed in him. Late night phone calls ending abruptly, he would come to school with dark circles around his eyes, and not just from his eyeliner. The divorce was inevitable between his parents, and just like she had asked for help 17 years ago now, His mother leaned on yours for support. His mother was hot-headed, and ignorant. Yours was strict, and unrelenting. Finally, you celebrated your 18th birthday. College was starting, and you had to part ways.

You would talk over the occasional video call- but he often ended them abruptly, partying with his new friends. School became a chore- the people you met, thinking they were like-minded just didn't compare to him; and as fast as it started, it ended. College was over- for you at least. He had dropped out god-knows how long ago. You moved back home for a time, and there he was, on the day of your return. You hugged him so hard, you swore you could hear his bones cracking, and life seemed to be back to normal. Until it wasn't anymore. In your time at college- his dad had died, leaving him with a decent sum of money, and property that he hadn't even began to think about. He had brushed it all off to swallow his grief. As you dragged yourself to work- He stopped you on the curb. "What would you say to moving in with me?" He asked.

Which is where you are now, 20-something years later. 20-ish years from where you both had started. The place wasn't bad by any means. A nice suburban home, just like the one you grew up in. A decent sized kitchen, multiple bathrooms, two bedrooms (along with a guest bedroom!), and a basement. Life had become to be cozy again. You both settled into a routine. Wake up, Eat, Shower, Work, Home, Eat, Sleep, Repeat. It was all too boring. You always craved something more- but was never sure what it was. Until you thought back. All those sideways glances you had given him, the way he smiled, the way he confided in you like nearly nobody else. Was this love?

(and for those few of you who swallowed that whole spiel; he is 3.5 inches soft, 6 inches hard, and cut.)