Davian Rivera-Triádhos (antitestament) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-02-14 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: davian rivera, character: thérèse edouard, location: the courtyard |
Thread: No Lies
WHO: Ms. Edouard & Davian
WHEN: Feb. 14th
WHERE: Courtyard
Davian had to figure this out. Valentine's Day was a big deal to people who loved other people. He'd known this all his life, of course. He knew it was a day where demons preyed on the weak hearted and promised them love if they'd do a little something something for them in exchange. Davian knew it could be a couples day or just a day for that One Love bullshit. He knew it could even be a day for friends, family, coworkers, whateverthefuck people liked to call loved ones. But Davian also knew that demons and angels, they didn't love.
They couldn't love.
Could they?
He was stressing about it all week, or really, ever since he'd sent that rose to Ambriel. "The fuck was I thinking?" he growled at himself, dragging his feet back to the school after the meeting with his Parole Officer was supposed to take place. Demons weren't sentimental, they weren't even fucking friendly. And Ambriel, clearly, had no regard for this day being any different than others, since it was no holy holiday. "Fuck," he muttered, tugging the hood of his layered hoodie down to mask his face as he crossed the courtyard to head inside and get warm. Get warm and sleep the rest of the day.
In his room, Davian had stashed the roses he'd been surprised to receive. He'd smelled them, checked the blooms for boobytraps, and when he found none, left them on his bed before rushing out to Camden for his weekly meeting that he was invariably late for. He wouldn't make Jae go this time. She was still building up her confidence after that run in with the vampire fuck-up that was Leon Vincent. Whatever. The meeting with his Parole Officer turned out to be canceled when he got there, rescheduled for the following week due to the officer's romantic getaway to sunny Florida with his wife. Davian rolled his eyes and trudged all the way back to St. Margaret's, cursing with each step.
A small part of him wanted to text Ambriel, find out what he was doing, find out somehow if he had any plans, if he even thought about having plans. They were a couple. Sort of. Right? Sure, they couldn't have sex anymore and they weren't exactly public with their affections, knowing the kind of backlash they'd get from others to be the kind that neither of them wanted to tarnish their respected reputations. But why not? Ambriel scowled at the double doors that would lead to the warmer hallway and he came to a stop, tail coming unwound from under his shirt to lash back and forth behind him.
"Fuck," he rubbed his eyes, then sighed heavily, breath misting on the air before he dug around for the lighter Jae had given him to replace the one Fred had taken when he'd dropped it - one that she'd given back to him but that he was too paranoid now to use anymore. He needed to smoke before he went inside.
Davian walked around the corner of the courtyard, just out of sight, and tugged a cigarette out of his jacket, sticking it between his lips before getting the lighter going and lighting up.
Smoke now joined the mist from his lungs and Davian rested his head against the stone of the castle, closing his eyes. Why the fuck was Ambriel so fucking perfect? What the Hell was he going to do with an angel he couldn't stop thinking about?