Ego Christmas- Day 6
Prompts from this list by @huffletrax
Prompt taken from my inbox, requested by @itsjustkyss: Damien and Celine angst, 34: “will you miss me at all?”
Prompt: Snowball
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The air seemed almost too bright for how shockingly cold it was; the snow glittered a blinding white, forcing Damien to squeeze his eyes shut for a few moments as his driver opened the door for him.
“Thank you, Walter,” he said, when he could finally see again, blinking against the overwhelming, electric-cold sunshine. He retrieved his pocket watch from his overcoat pocket and flipped it open: a quarter to one. He had a little time. “I shouldn’t be long.”
“Very good, sir.” Walter, ever the gentleman, tipped his hat and shut the car door behind Damien before moving to get back into the driver’s seat.
The Mayor, meanwhile, started toward the paved path, kept clear by the city maintenance crew. This was his favorite park, and he came here whenever he could manage, slipping away from City Hall and deskwork and endless, droning days. It felt good to get some fresh air, no matter how cold.
Suddenly something wet and hard and cold smacked him in the back of the head. Damien yelped and spun, just as another snowball struck his chest, spraying snow everywhere.
“Got you!” Celine crowed, lifting her skirt and plodding across the snow-laden clearing, clearly unbothered by her soaking shoes.
Damien frowned and leaned his weight on his cane. “I wasn’t aware we were on speaking terms, Celine.”
The grin fell from her face, but nonetheless she continued trudging through the snow toward him. “I wanted to see you, before I leave.”
“With William.”
“With William.” Celine confirmed, with a small nod. “We’re leaving the city, and going-”
Damien held up a hand. “Don’t tell me. I told you I’d keep your little secret from Mark, but that doesn’t mean I want to be a part of it. How is Mark doing, anyway?” He asked, just because he could. Because he wanted to see the color drain from her cold-flushed cheeks, and the guilt pull at her lipsticked mouth.
Celine emerged from the knee-high snow, finally, and came to stand in front of him, effectively blocking the path. “Will you miss me at all?”
“I don’t think you should be asking me that question.” Deciding, abruptly, that his walk wasn’t going to happen that day, Damien turned, and began the short trek to where his car still waited. “I assume I won’t be seeing you after this, so, goodbye, Celine.”
“Damien-” but he was already beyond reach. Anger fizzled white in his veins, white as the glittering snow. He could only imagine how Mark felt; betrayed, most likely. By his friend, by his wife.
“Time to go, Walter,” he announced, when his chauffeur got out.
“A very short walk today, sir,” Walter replied, coming around to open the door for him.
“I found my mood quickly soured,” Damien agreed, and started to get in. He was just dipping his head below the door’s rim when, smack! one more snowball splatted the back of his head.
