Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit

Ex nihilo nihil fit:

Latin, meaning, nothing comes from nothing.

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Azazel makes Ash… uncomfortable. There's something about his red lips always stuck in that same evil grin he appeared with, the predatory glint in his inhuman eyes that reminded Ash of a lion. Or perhaps a tiger. Ash could see some stalking, feline creature in Azazel's cocky stance.

He sits on Ash's bed once more, as if he owns the place, leather satchel abandoned on the ground. Ash wrinkles his nose at Azazel's posture, at the self-assured way he crosses his legs, hands tapping his thigh impatiently.

Azazel looks at Ash's limp duffel bag, raising a blood red eyebrow. "Why haven't you packed?" Azazel asks, rising to grab the bag off the back of Ash's chair. Ash's lip curls up when Azazel begins shoving books in the bottom, adding clothes as an afterthought when the bag is half full.

"It felt wrong," Ash sneers, grabbing his bag from Azazel's ink-stained hands. Azazel huffs, Ash almost dropping the bag as he takes it. "Good god," he mutters, lugging the heavy thing back to his bed. He pours the contents of the bag out, rifling through it to put the clothes in one pile and the books in the other. Ash wrinkles his nose, putting two or three of the books in his clothes pile, before stacking them and putting them in Azazel's arms.

Azazel rolls his eyes, placing the books back on their shelves as Ash meticulously sorts and folds his clothes, muttering nonsense about stuck up gods, all the while rolling up two duvets and shoving them in his bag. When Ash is done, he pinches the bridge of his nose, and collapses on his bed, the promise of what is about to happen suddenly hitting him.

“I’m going God knows where, with this…”-Ash gestures at Azazel-“minor god who looks like he raided an Italian suit store, who is from God knows where, while some other minor god from God knows where, plans to kill me.” Ash hides his face in his hands, trying to breath despite the weight on his chest.

Azazel sighs, resting a hand on Ash's shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing that this god knows where we’re going.” Ash sits there, struggling to breathe as Azazel rubs his shoulder, whispering prayers in what sounds like Latin. Once Ash can breath unobstructed once more, he swats Azazel's hand off him.

Azazel laughs, grabbing his bag and shoving books back in. “There’s no way I’m going on a road trip with a minor god to god knows where, with over fifty books in my bag," Ash snaps, looking at the man pointedly. Azazel chuckles, shoving another in, despite Ash's protests.

“You exaggerate, multum est. There’s at least twenty books there, and that’s all.” 

Ash huffs, pulling his phone out of his pocket and checking his Tumblr as he leaves Azazel to his own devices. Ash tries to ignore the voice whispering in his ear that he will die, that Azazel will lead him to a secluded alley and run him through with a knife.

Maybe he will. Maybe he’ll rip Ash's skin off his body and whisper lies into his ear as he slowly dies. Maybe he’s a dream and will disappear as soon as Ash wake up. 

Ash shakes his head, trying to dislodge the intrusive thoughts from the corners of his mind. Ash looks at his hands, at the wrinkles on his palms, trying to ignore Azazel's overwhelming presence as he re centers himself. Azazel is impossible to ignore; larger than life and more beautiful than angels. Ash glances up, sweeping his bangs out of his eyes, and sees Azazel already looking at him.

He’s not smiling, for once, in fact, he looks almost as if he’s lost in thought, golden eyes swimming with possibilities and a well placed synonym for "stupid." Ash knows how he must look to this creature, this god. He is a child begging an immortal redhead for answers and only leaving with more.

The two snap out of whatever trances they were in, plastering on their usual faces, Ash his judging frown and Azazel his knowing grin. Ash watches as Azazel secures his duffel bag, God only knows how many books now scattered in his items. He grabs Ash's arm, pulling him off his bed.

“Anything for your parents?” He asks, and Ash freezes. 

"S**t," Ash mutters, diving down and pushing his mattress off it's bed frame, grabbing his book from where it balances on the wood slats. He swallows heavy, roughly shoving the book into one of the outer pockets of his bag. Ash pulls a notebook out of his desk, scribbling on the paper.

Azazel watches as he does so, eyeing Ash's mouth as he mouths the words silently, eyebrows furrowed as he writes. Azazel knows there is a strain on his eyes from not wearing his glasses, but Azazel also knows Ash doesn't care enough to be bothered to retrieve them.

Azazel watches as Ash folds up the letter, muttering as he walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. Azazel laughs as Ash shuffles out of the room, leaving Azazel to grab his bag, hauling it up onto his shoulder and grabbing his own bag. Azazel soon trails into the kitchen, observing in silence as Ash gently places the note on the table, grabbing an apple off the bowl on the counter to pin it down.

Azazel cringes at the sight, the red sheen of the thing making him nauseous. Azazel snaps his gaze away, subconsciously choosing to stare at Ash, at the soft way his hair falls against his face, at the longing way he stares at that note, and Azazel is struck with a memory long locked away. Azazel blinks, tilting his head to ask a wordless question.

“I’m fine,”Ash deadpans, not even looking at the man. He inhales deeply, grabs his coat off the hook in the hallway, and steps next to Azazel, silently taking his bag from the man. Azazel is quiet, cocky smile long gone. He places a hand on Ash's shoulder, and whispers, “You’re going to want your eyes closed for this." Ash has to resist the urge to bolt at the feeling of Azazel's breath on his skin, the warmth of his hand seeping through Ash's clothes and into his own flesh.

"Ex nihilo nihil fit," Ash hears Azazel whisper, right before he snaps his eyes shut, trembling softly. He gasps when he feels a whooshing around him, and the bottom of his stomach drops. Ash is going to be sick.