A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 2)

The sun had barely begun to rise when Maeve got up. She aimed a kick at the back of

Díograsach as she walked past him, causing the demon to awake with a start and swear, though he didn’t complain seeing as it was a normal part of their morning.

By the time the short demon had stretched, stood up, changed his clothes and brushed his teeth, Maeve had finished making tea for the pair of them.

Díograsach walked into the kitchen, and promptly paused.

She was stirring the milk into his tea with a butter knife.

“What the hell?”

“I couldnt find a spoon,” Maeve explained, causing

Díograsach to groan and walk over to the cutlery draw. He didn’t even look down as he pulled out a teaspoon on his first try.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, you stupid fae,”

Díograsach said, smirking slightly at his roommate’s annoyed huff.

All in all, it was a perfectly normal morning.

A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 1)

It started, as these things often do, as a regular Wednesday morning. Maeve had opened her shop and was, for the first time in a long while, sorting through some of the knick-knacks on display. She hummed as she did so, sometimes stopping to squint at an ornament in thought and try to remember where she got it from, but otherwise she continued her work without interruption.

That changed, however, when there was a loud crash from the storage cupboard followed by a minute of increasingly creative swears. The door slammed against the wall as it opened and a short, disgruntled looking figure stomped out.

“We might have a problem,” the demon said, looking back into the room over his shoulder with some apprehension.

“What did you do this time?” Maeve put down the ornament she’d just picked up with a sigh.

“I might have broken a figurine and unleash-” he was interrupted by the sound of growling.

“

Díograsach…tell me that wasn’t what I think it was…”

“It wasn’t the sound of a baby dragon,” he answered immediately.

“It was.”

“Why did you tell me not to tell you if you were just gonna disagree?!”

which-oc-would:

Which OC would sell another OC to Satan for one corn chip, if given the opportunity?

Maeve would probably try to do this with

Díograsach…and fail because he is a demon.

Early Morning Shenanigans

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!”

Díograsach shouted as he squirmed and tried to get out of Maeve’s hold, something that probably wasn’t smart because if he did somehow manage to get free, he would fall 5 feet down. But hey, no one would ever accuse

Díograsach of being intelligent.

The faerie laughed lazily at the short demon, holding him up by his legs as she fluttered around the area outside her shop. “Stop messing with my organization and maybe I will.”

“What organization? You’re the single most disorganized person I’ve ever met!”

“I am Díograsach! ” A deep rasping voice echoed out from the small storage cupboard. “Born in a lightning storm! Master of the dark arts! King of-!”

“Yeah, yeah. Thats nice, Colin,” Maeve interupted him as she walked straight into the cupboard to search for what she wanted.

“Foolish mortal! You dare insult the great Díograsach with banal names?!” The voice revealed himself to be a 4 foot tall thing, appearing to be human but not at the same time. He had bluish grey skin, half of it covered in grey sheep like wool save for his upper body and arms. Where his eyes and nose should’ve been were just large cavities of nothingness. His skin was half falling off and he had swollen lips with a lower jaw that hung slightly open all the time.

“Faerie,” Maeve corrected him absently. “You wouldn’t happen to know where my journals from circa 1246 to 1256 are, would you?”

“Third shelf down, under a stuffed bullfrog. Careful, he bites,” Díograsach finally said, voice exasperated, tired and matter of fact at the same time.

“Thanks.”