“Do you want to hold my hand?” { Sudden cuteness overload シ }
Their conversation was impregnated with such a sillycordial atmosphere, both strolled around the moors, like two ghosts in the moonlight that came out from some old english ballad. Their voices rang resonantly in the silence of peaceful night and both were pretty contented about such atmosphere, even if between times it happened to be rather ungainly. Awkwardness between a mortal and a demon could be described by their sheer difference, however what a demon it would be if he’d be so irresolute to approach the living being?
But she wasn’t the prey he was hunting down in these forests, she was someone for whom existed the frames of intimacy, his private shrine of peace and quiet. Her presence lulled his unruly tantrums and subdued his rakish nature, if only for a while. Yet when he was beside her he wanted to prove his feelings to be true, still what if there was nothing more within him, but wrath? He’d love his ways of affection to at least seem more affectionate, because aside all his wicked and wild essence, there wasa strong realization of how fragile his sweetheart was…
And, probably, it’s fair. Someone had to learn how to care about more breakable things.
It was all what could cross his mind in that fair moment, when their fingertips caressed each other. Finally his fingers entwined hers with such carefulness as if she was made out of the most frail crystal in the world.
