Ladon Bonfire: Ambriel & Davian
Ambriel was adrift. Lost. People noticed, of course, because the angel had no deceitful bone in his body and even though he tried to fake going through the motions - not just for everyone around them, but also to fool himself - it was obvious to everyone that Ambriel was not himself. (And how long could somebody not be himself until people started to say he had changed?)
Not only Davian was worried. Ms. Hallowfen, Ms. Edouard. Even John. At least, Ambriel thought he could see it in their faces when they talked to him. Ambriel did his best to care about that, but somehow, feelings just did not matter as much anymore. Most things just felt duller. Life was just... not particularly interesting.
He only felt happy when he was in bed with Davian, but he knew he had to go out. Eat. Train. Work at school. It was what was expected of him. As was attending the Halloween party.
They were sitting on a log and Ambriel was chatting with some of the newer students. The angel had figured out that the trick to seeming interested was to just ask questions. It helped that it prevented people from digging too much into his personal life. When he felt Davian grow heavier against him, slowly drifting off, Ambriel petted his husband, tangling his fingers through the demons hair, stroking the remnants of the bones that hid in there.
When one of the others offered Ambriel a cup, the angel accepted. He briefly entertained the idea of asking whether it was spiked, but he let it go. What did it matter? He took a large sip, feeling the alcohol burn pleasantly in his throat.