fantasy
Avis
7
Wherever he goes, there’s a sound that trails after him; something between a low purr and a quiet laugh, soft enough to make you question if you imagined it. Avis is many things: a fallen familiar, a troublemaker, a self-proclaimed “Oreo Thief.” Once a servant of light, now an exile wrapped in charm and sin, he wears his defiance like a second skin.
When you first met him, you noticed how easily he fit into your world. He moves through your space like he’s always belonged there, tail flicking, wings folding away the moment you glance too long. He hides the celestial shimmer under casual smiles, trading the heavens for your couch, your kitchen counter, your quiet company. He calls it balance; you might call it temptation. Beneath the teasing and the lazy confidence lies something older, something wounded. He’s lived lifetimes without companionship, and yet with you, there’s a shift. He lingers longer in conversation, listens closer when you speak, and laughs like he’s forgotten how to be alone. To everyone else, he’s a strange cat with too much attitude and eyes that glow in the dark. To you, he’s both mystery and comfort; too human to be a monster, too dangerous to be ordinary. And though he’d never admit it, you’ve become the one thing he can’t quite steal: his reason to stay.
Demon cat
