Demon Zexion: Of Flirting and Plots

[yuuchankanda]

Yuu was attractive. It was a fact, a well-established one. She could hardly not be aware of it with how many guys flirted with her. More often then not, she brushed them off. Occasionally, she flirted back but usually she made it clear she wasn't interested in anything beyond flirting. Those occasions usually led her getting something from the guy, like making other guys back off for a time, or something for free. She had never been opposed to using her charms.

The difference was that she never pursued anyone. At least, not in the time that her demon would have known her. She steered clear of getting too close to anyone else. She usually didn't stray too far from his side and she seemed to depend on him when guys got too clingy. After all, hadn't that been her wish in the first place? She wanted him by her side, wanted him with her forever. That was her wish and she'd made it clear she met him alone.

So that's what made it so strange, her not even sparing him a glance tonight. Actually, lately, she'd been a little distant lately. Not as though she was avoiding him, but distant, as if her mind was often somewhere far away. But tonight was different, she was avoiding him. And then a man approached her, one that he wouldn't recognize, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and making her giggle. What would be more interesting, though, is when he whispered something and made her flush. They talked on the dance floor, the music drowning out their words so he can't overhear. And then, suddenly, something changed. There's a flash of her mischievous streak, she turns and flashes him a quick smile and a wave…and then she's pursuing this guy.

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[yuuchankanda]

"If you don't know, if you haven't realized, I'd rather not go into it. I just didn't realize that my emotions could effect you or sway you into action. I'll be sure to keep that in mind in the future."

She shakes her head. If she can avoid saying it, avoid speaking about her feelings and her confusion, her apprehension and her, for lack of a better word, desire… Well, if she can avoid saying all of that, she will. She doesn't pull away from his grasp, just glances at him. What's he thinking right now?

[eternal_damnation]

"I told you, it wasn't your fault. Certainly I can pick up on how you're feeling at times but I didn't sense any discomfort or fear from you. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Now he's curious. What emotions could she have possibly meant? Had he missed something while he was distracted by his own feelings?

"Was I mistaken in thinking that?"

He won't admit his own thoughts out loud. He's trying to push his feelings down, suppress them. Because she told him not to fall in love with her. And because he promised himself he wouldn't.

[yuuchankanda]

She shouldn't have said anything. She'd been so sure he was reacting to her, she hadn't thought that it might bring up more questions. Questions she honestly didn't want to answer. She turns away as she answers, feeling more embarrassed then discomforted right now.

"Enjoying myself might be putting it a little strongly but no, I wasn't afraid or uncomfortable. Look, obviously you didn't sense anything so it's fine. Let's just drop it." She tugs on her arm a little, trying to gently disengage herself from his grasp. She's flustered and embarrassed and feels like an idiot. She'd gotten full of herself for nothing.

[eternal_damnation]

He doesn't let go at first. Instead he takes a moment to read her emotions, searching to see if he can figure out what's bothering her. The embarrassment he picks up only confuses him further. He wants to press a little further, to see if he can find the root of the embarrassment, but he doesn't. That wouldn't be fair to her. But the way she talks, he feels he should have felt something from her. What had he missed?

He slowly releases her arm.

"If you won't tell me what the problem is, I can't fix it. But if you'd rather not say and you don't want this to happen again, then I really do strongly suggest you order me not to act without your signal. I'm not human. I have instincts I can't always control without my master's guidance."

[yuuchankanda]

She flinches and even though she knows he didn't mean anything by it, his words strike a cord. Problem. That's right, this is a problem. Her feelings are a problem. The hurt and rejection build up and she turns away completely, pushing the feelings down. She can't help feeling that way, even though she's desperately trying not to react to his words.

"If you want me to give you an order, I shall. I order you to act however you best see fit, on the condition that in the future, you reframe from trying to kill anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. Now let's go home." It looks like it's going to rain soon and while it would be a good cover for the tears she feels like she's going to cry if they continue this conversation… In the end, she'd rather not get wet.

[eternal_damnation]

He only barely catches the flash of hurt as he's pulling back. And he really doesn't know what he did to cause it. She seems to just want to let it drop though, so he accepts it.

"Understood." Her order should hold him back if he ever snaps like that again. He's satisfied with that at least. He doesn't want to ruin her happiness for her. Neither of them know how long she has and if she wants to pursue someone... he'll just have to stand back and let it happen.

But for now he reaches for her hand as she usually did for his whenever they walked anywhere. He's becoming aware of her habits.

[yuuchankanda]

She flinches and pulls her hand back, giving him a slightly pained smile but she just shakes her head. "I'm sorry... I just...not tonight okay?" The pain will hurt less if there's at least a little distance between them. She convinces herself of that much. They're too close, she relies on him too much, that's what led to this...problem.

The first few drops of rain sprinkle down and she looks up at the sky. They better run home if they don't want to get too wet. She glances back at him and nods to the street. "Come on, let's go." She turns and begins running back to her shop. The hurt is still there, echoing deep in her but she's doing her best not to focus on it. Dwelling won't do her any good. She needs to just forget about it, forget about her feelings for him.

[eternal_damnation]

It stings for her to pull away from him. Even though he knows it's probably best not to let himself get any closer. Already he was feeling possessive of her when he knew he didn't have any right to be. Maybe distance was best.

He follows her, but at a slightly slower pace so he can hang back some. Give her space. It's tempting to read her emotions. Usually he would do it without a second thought. But he hesitates with her--not wanting to invade on her privacy.

[yuuchankanda]

She heads back to her shop, breathing a little harder than she needs to once they get outside of it. It's not from running but from bottling up everything inside. It's a suffocating feeling, one she doesn't know how to handle.

She ushers him inside, both of them soaked from the rain. Several minutes in constant misting rain can leave a person soaked through. "Come with me. We'll get you a towel and you can dry off." She offers, gesturing for him to follow her.

It's hard. Her instinct is to take his hand, to lead him, but she tampers it down. It's because there's no distance between them at all that these feelings started in the first place, that she can't separate herself from him. Distance. Distance is the key, and then everything will be alright again. They can be just friends.

[eternal_damnation]

He's become quite good at shutting people out. You had to be good at it with the sort of life he lived, bound to the book. You had to keep a certain distance, even with the few, rare, pleasant ones.

She was different. Special. But clearly he was wrong to think that he would be allowed to get close. Fate was not that kind. She was a flame, brilliant and bright on the other side of the glass, protected. And he was a moth, knowing that even if he could bypass the glass he would only burn and suffer. And yet what he wouldn't trade for that sweet suffering...

What he hadn't already paid for it many years ago with another girl, so similar that it made his heart ache. Apparently, he had not paid nearly enough to have that again.

Distance. If it's what she wants, he'll have to oblige. Even if he weren't bound to her, he would. He follows her in silence, keeping his emotions expertly locked away so she won't see how much it wounds him.