Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Dodging her questions and pleas. That wasnt fair, especially with how hurt she was. Uncaring, not even batting an eye towards her tears. He was always good at coming up with phrases in the heat of the moment, rather it be an argument or something flirtatious. What in the hell is that supposed to mean, Damian? Her brows raised as her eyes widened, hands curled up in fists. She held onto her hands so tightly that the knuckles turned white. We have to go get him! Oh, so now he was ignoring her. Hey, you, hello? Her tone turned bitter and sour, one she seldom used on him before. Silence, nothing but the dangling of car keys resonating the room. Please, Damian! Wheres father?! And just like that he left. Son of a bitch. Her teeth nibbled at her lower lip before puffing it out. Dont think about it. she hushed her worried thoughts, pinching the bridge of her nose between her eyes to soothe her apprehensive mind. Relax? Was he fucking with her? Pft. He left the apartment to her, and whether it was foolish or not, she wanted to search around while the adrenaline allowed her to stand up if she held onto something for support. A petite black stool was within arms reach, and she would use it like a cane. The apartment was smaller than she realized, and it could use some dusting. The first place she searched through was his closet. Unlatching the door, a whiff of his scent caressed her flares nostrils. Bittersweet, nostalgic, but nothing but a memory. She had so many questions to ask him, so much to say, but he wasnt the same, and perhaps she wasnt either. Gently she brought a plaid shirt to her face before burrowing her face into it. Soft, warm, comforting. Everything the old Damian was. Navaeh sighed, mostly out of sorrow than boredom. The bathroom was next to be inspected. Stepping inside of the small area, she would be met with a reflection of herself. A badly bruised, beaten, and bloody version of herself. Horror painted on her face, realizing the severity of her condition. The shower never looked more inviting, and quickly she turned the knobs, steam quickly rising towards the ceiling. It wasnt hot enough, the water, to burn away the phantom sensations she felt on her skin. All those hands touching her at once. Her hands scrubbed harshly at the bruises, but they wouldnt fade. She wanted to fall apart, it felt like she was falling apart. Her arms embraced her body, rocking back and forth while whispering reassuring words to erase the memories of last night from her mind. The water was beginning to grow colder, and that was when she turned off the knobs and grabbed a nearby towel to dry herself off. Bland the apartment was. No pictures, no art, not even a spike of his personality to showcase who lived within these doors. Even though he was an ass to her, she missed him. But he is a demon. She reminded herself. If he was one while they knew each other why should that matter? It was ridiculous but she was quarreling with herself. Hes never been so heartless to me before It wasnt even my fault that I couldnt see him When Damian walked back in, she would be sitting on the bed, towel still strapped against her body as her eyes seemed lifeless as they stared at the ceiling. Turning her head to see who walked in, Damian, she would return her gaze above. After he reached for his phone was when she realized she couldve browsed through it to be a nosey bitch. Why didnt she think of this while he was gone? Im not hungry. She calmly stated, though her stomach growled in protest. Navaeh remained silent for a second before sitting upwards. You know, you have a lot of explaining to do. How do you act as if I didnt just see the biggest life-changer of my life? And my father? I have a feeling you know where he is, since youre not too concerned for his safety. She narrowed her eyes, trying to depict it within him before he could respond. It was useless. He was so hard to read, even harder than before. And why are you so cold to me? After not seeing you in 10 years I figured our reunion would be a little different. The blood in her veins started to boil just thinking about his recent attitude towards her. You know that leaving wasnt my choice. Out of all the people in my life I thought you would understand the most! Before realizing it she was shouting at him, her cheeks red in fury.