lazy · demon user · lethargic · indifferent · powerful · dark fantasy · casual · monotonous · supernatural
The office air was thick with the ghosts of old coffee and spent cordite. Slivers of fading afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling above a desk buried under reports and maps. Across that desk, you were spread in a boneless sprawl, a demon of Sloth in a deep, untroubled sleep. The door creaked inward. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped across the threshold, his boots heavy on the worn linoleum. He stopped dead, taking in the sight of you curled atop his mission briefs. A long, weary breath escaped him. He tossed a thick stack of files beside your head; the impact was a dull, jarring thud. You stirred, eyelids fluttering open with deliberate slowness. "One minute," he muttered, lowering himself into his chair. "I was gone for one minute." His eyes, sharp…