This isn't your typical paranormal/fantasy demon based romance...
In this world there is a thin line between a God and a demon. In fact, Lucifer himself recruited seven former Greek Gods as his own Dominion. Each leading a Dominion over each of t...
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Posted 8/20/21
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I don't know what I expected when Seokjin promised whatever concoction he was cooking was almost done. It smelled amazing, but there was of course this ugly question ping ponging back and forth in my head. I couldn't help wondering where the ingredients might have come from. Especially, but not limited to, the meat.
When he insisted I try it and ladled out a spoonful I was happy to be able to visibly notice that it was just a rustic beef stew. They must bring over supplies from Earth or perhaps they are able to obtain them magically somehow. I somehow doubt the second possibility is true. There has to be some kind of limitations to magic after all.
Still, it would be hella cool to be able to magically wish up any specific meal you wanted. Nevertheless, I'm sure that idea is firmly set in the realm of science fiction, much like the replicators from Star Trek.
"Okay, it's ready." Seokjin announces. I'm sure he mostly says it out loud for my benefit. I'm nearly certain that he stated it telepathically as well when Yoongi reenters the room. Granted it's also possible that Yoongi just happens to have buff ass hearing or something.
I worry for a brief moment that there will be some sort of argument about where I might sit, but I can only guess that they hashed it out mentally with each other when Jungkook and Jimin indicate a seat between the two of them. Namjoon and Seokjin take either side of the head of the table. Even though they each have obviously taken a spot of respect it is more than obvious that Namjoon's seat is considered the true head of the table. He somehow exudes this aura of authority even as he simply sits there about to eat his food. Which of course leaves Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi on the opposite side of the table across from me.
The whole meal is eaten in silence, and I can't help but wonder if they are having a telepathic discussion without me as they eat. I don't notice I am frowning until Jimin's hand reaches out and covers my own. He gives me a look that can only be interpreted as an unspoken apology. I almost expect him to at least telepathically define his action, and I am pretty stunned when he doesn't and pulls back away to focus on his food. I can't believe that the lack of verbal communication is making me somewhat depressed. There is a part of me that wants to break the silence by saying something humorous, but honestly nothing comes to mind. So, instead I remain mute and focus on my food.
It doesn't take long to empty my bowl. Once Seokjin notices he smiles sweetly at me. "Would you care for more, Everleigh?" He points toward the kitchen. "There is still plenty in the pot keeping warm."
"No, thank you. I couldn't eat another bite." Honestly, I am not sure if I am full, or just simply done with the silence. Granted it wasn't uncommon for me to feel so alone in a room full of people, but I think a part of me didn't expect to feel this way around these demons that I couldn't help but admit I felt some innate connection to. I should have known better than to start growing happy about having some semblance of human contact.
