Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

The drive was a silent one yet the feeling, it felt a little more different this time. For the first time since last night, Samael felt genuine concern for her and, for the first time, he cursed his inability to heal. Why do the archeangels have all the good stuff? They've done nothing but sit on golden thrones and bask on the praises and worships people give them. Oh, right, the heavens weren't too kind on those who did the dirty work. At the hospital, he respected the privacy she needed, up to the point where he didn't even eavesdrop on the conversation and diagnosis. Dr. Shaw had been under his control from the moment they entered but only as far as erasing every bit of their existence in her memory after the consultation. He wanted the middle-aged doctor to still treat her like usual, like any other rape victim seeking medical attention. He knew she'd be fine. Physically, at least. Mentally and psychologically? He wasn't so sure. The overall process took about 2 hours which he patiently waited out by simply scrolling through the very few social media he had Instagram and Twitter. Facebook wasn't his thing. When the door opened and she came out, he put his phone away in his pocket and gingerly took the prescription from her hand. Out-patient? He said. Wow, I thought they'd hold us here for a day or two. Without another word, he went straight to the hospital's in-house pharmacy and took everything she needed -- most of which are Plan B pills she was required to take for a month. Pills or no pills, that wouldn't be a problem. Samael could instantly sense if an unwanted life started brewing up in her even before she could feel a thing, and he could painlessly take it away, too. Still, he opted for the human version and paid for all her medicines. On the drive back, Samael thought she could use some... time off. Another silent drive led them both to Central Park. There, he led her to one of the park benches that would give them a perfect view of the cityscape adjacent the setting sun. They sat in silence for a little while yet it was also him who broke it. You're free now, He said. His gaze looked distant and far away, perhaps even centuries away. You are not my contract, you never were, but you were... He chuckled out a sad laugh mixed with defeat. For the first time, he tried to smile, but his lips only ever so slightly twitched and he looked defeated. You were my weakness, Navaeh. And you could have looked wonderful that night. I could have given you the world, you know. But... He paused. His words started to sound alien, and he didn't know where these emotions were coming from. Last time he checked, he knew these stupid things are already locked away. ...but my world was taken away. Shaking his head a bit, he brushed off the feeling away. He then took the keys from his pocket and tossed it to her. The flat's yours now, he said. It had always been your second home. You can start anew, live a life, and still be who you want to be. It's not too late, Navaeh. With that, he stood up and dared to give the top of her head a gentle kiss -- a kiss that nearly broke every fiber of his human self. Along with the setting sun, Samael, in the form of Damian, started walking away.