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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[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.