Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

A year. Tomorrow night, it would already be a year since their very unfortunate reunion. A lot had happened within that span of time, including few times she'd see his true form or he'd wake her up in the middle of a nightmare. She'd convince him to keep Samael's actual appearance but he'd shrug her off, telling her he liked being Damian. More than anything, he liked being able to be seen with her. He liked being able to walk along her side, and maintain some sort of facade in front of the humans. As days turned to months and the months turned to almost a year, Damian softened up to her a little more. Much as she protested, he loved coming home to her with small gifts like new sweats or hair clips and ties for her wavy hair. He had also accompanied her to a couple of check-ups she had and though her psychological scars still remained, Damian was determined to spend this lifetime healing every single one. Once in a while, he'd bring back the high school sweetheart she once had. He'd bring back the Damian of so many years ago, charming her with lame jokes she'd surely not laugh at, had it been from any other random guy. Sometimes, at night, he'd turn on a sappy romantic movie until she'd fall asleep or he'd continue entertaining her with the fire dances she admire so much. . . . That night, things would be different. Damian was determined he'd give this back to her, the night that was taken away from the both of them. Telling her he had important matters to attend to at work which she never really knew about, Damian would be unable to pick her up from her final check-up. He was excited to hear about it, excited to know that she was already physically doing well. He could work on the horrors of the mind later on. At around late in the afternoon, Damian called her through the smartphone he gave her. Navaeh? He said, as soon as she picked up. I'm so sorry, I can't pick you up today. Something came up at work and uhh... just take an Uber back home, alright? Sorry, I have to go. He didn't wait for her respond anymore and with that, he sped off to the mall. At home, a red dress awaits on the bed. On the floor, the nude pumps laid on top of the box. He also left a small note right beside the dress that says, Roof top. 8pm. I wanna see your ridiculous face on time this time! Damian spent a few more hours roaming around the mall. He bought a new dress shirt for their special night, a simple white long-sleeved dress shirt paired up with a maroon bow tie to somehow match her dress. He also got her another necklace, this time choosing a flame-shaped pendant with a diamond on the middle. He smiled slightly as he observed the piece of jewelry. Perfect, He muttered. This is exactly what she needs. She's a lucky girl, sir, The saleslady said. The remark only earned a soft chuckle from him. I just want her to be happy. ---- He was up at their building's roof top as early as 600pm. He met up with the saxophone and violin artist and istructed them what they were to play that night. Half an hour later, the catering service also arrived. He had a simple set up at the roof top consisting of a small table draped in a rose pink cloth and a candle at the middle. Their enteree for the night consisted of a high class grade 8 steak paired up with some mashed potatoes, buttered vegetables, and red wine. On his right hand, he held the red velvet box containing the necklace. On the other, he watched his smartphone count the minutes until 8pm. 755pm. Okay, let's start. The music started playing as Damian waited just a few steps away from the door leading to the roof top. Dress shirt finely pressed, hair tucked back, necklace box held in place, everything was just how he wanted it to be. He took a deep breath. Now, we wait.