baby, we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day
From the balcony they could see the realm of Heaven, shining brighter than the sun upside yet bearing no warmth towards those below. A punishment in itself, her father had once told her, when she was still too small to climb on the bed on her own.
She used to long to soar through the sky, to reach for those pearly gates the way Icarus had reached for the sun, to see the kingdom her parents had once been a part of. Funny how quickly things had changed in that regard.
Abilene did not even bother looking over her shoulder when she responded, relaxing at the familiar presence that appeared by her side. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Have you heard what they said?”
“They are not as subtle as they think, sweetheart.”
She snorted, taking a drag of her cigarette. “That’s for sure.”
“Maybe we could give them a run for their money.”
She looked at him and could see the way his lips were twisted in that familiar grin, the kind that he would use for games he was sure he could win. She almost mirrored him until familiar red eyes flashed into her mind, making her reconsider.
“People would not approve.”
The blonde looked away, focusing her gaze on the city instead. It could have been easier to pretend that nothing was real, that she’d never come to this stupid hotel in the first place. It would have saved her a lot of trouble, for starters, and she would not be finding herself alone with him of all people while the party was still raging inside.
“You’re the princess of Hell,” the Radio demon continued. “You can do whatever you want.”
She looked up through her lashes to meet crimson eyes.
“Isn’t that the whole point?”
He did not squirm under her stare, he never had and that almost unnerved her. She studied the way his clothes were pristine, a deep shade of burgundy that almost looked black from a distance, and how his hair was neatly combed for the occasion. Her eyes lingered on the brooch that he kept for some reason, she struggled to remember a time when he did not have it.
His lips curled into a genuine smile, the kind he reserved only for her and she tried to push the giddiness away. She needed more alcohol than that in her blood to acknowledge these thoughts.
He pulled out a cigarette from his inner pocket and put it between his lips before leaning towards the princess, using her one to light up his. She did not flinch, merely enjoying the view as he made a slow work of it, surely for the dramatics of it all.
After all, the night was still young.
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