Introducing An Apprentice Incubus (m) May 2026

“Hi,” he said. And then, because his brain blanked entirely: “Is that chair taken?”

It was the most boring pickup line in human history. In any history. Leo felt his face heat—did incubi blush? They did now—and waited for the dream to reject him, to spit him back out into the void between consciousnesses. introducing an apprentice incubus (m)

“Not bad,” he said. And for Darith, that was practically a standing ovation. “Hi,” he said

“Try again,” Darith said. “She’s dreaming about a coffee shop this time. Go order something.” Leo felt his face heat—did incubi blush

Leo sat down. And for the first time all night, he stopped trying to be an incubus. He just talked to her. About her book (she wasn’t actually reading it, she confessed, because she’d been thinking about whether her cat missed her while she was at work). About the coffee (too hot, always, but in a comforting way). About nothing, really. Small things. Human things.

Darith watched from the corner of the dream, invisible, and said nothing.