August 8, 2019- Wade
9:13 pm
The first time I met Adhara I didn't know it. Little devil didn't tell me for over a year.
Her hair is carefully tucked in her shoulder, in a complex braid, that I long stopped trying to figure out how she fucking does it. The cool wind winds past us through the buildings as she stares out at the cityscape from our perch on the roof.
It's been nearly a year and a half since this blonde devil showed up seconds before I blew myself to hell and back. Her white shadow torments the rats that call this roof home, his paws thudding and scraping along its rough surface, but she's not paying him any mind.
I'm no idiot, our minds are never fucking quiet but we can cheat ourselves when we sit up on the roof tops. That our minds constant nagging isn't as loud and our lives aren't a fucking shit show.
"Wade?" Snapping my eyes to her away from the very obvious alleyway prostitution happening below us, I find her still staring out at the countless building lights and cars, her hands fidgeting with one another.
"Little devil." I crooned back and her shoulders dropped slightly. Such an enigma, my little devil. It makes me never want to stop unwrapping all those cunning layers she's wrapped herself in to find that crazy sexy devil she keeps locked up.
I want her to be free.
"I- I told you we never met before that night at the apartment..." She trails off as her hands find their way to fidget with the braid. ".... That's not the truth, not really." She holds her breath, like she's scared.
"And?" What am I gonna do? yell? "I'm not an fucking idiot squirt. I never really fucked Weseal either." She barks out a laugh and shakes her head. Finally she glances over at me, uncertainty holding her features in upset, underneath the twitch of a smile from my shitty joke.
She always laughs at my jokes.
As if she never heard half of the dirty shit that spews from me. Gently but quickly I hauled her over to sit on my lap sideways, letting her have the escape of staring out at the city around us. "Spill all your secrets little devil, you're not gonna lose me. I'm like your cum sock, never gonna forget where I am and I keep coming back."
Finally she smiles and it makes my chest feel tight..... this all feels so different from Vanessa.
"Do you remember telling me about Vanessa? With Francis?" Her fingers trace the seams up my arms, delicate pale fingers mapping out the seams of the black and red spandex like it's the only thing that'll keep her from fading into the screams she tells me about.
"Of course I do... You were so mad you couldn't have a go at him yourself." It's true. She went full Assassin's Creed when I told her about him.
Chuckling, she meets the white eyes of the suit, "Still mad about that." She murmurs before her eyes focus over my shoulder, probably on Saint.
"There was that super who saved Vanessa-"
"Yup! Called themselves 'Shadowsinger,' what a pretentious douchebag!" No one at the bar could tell me anymore about them either, everything was just rumors of some spectacular shit stories. "Could never find that bastard, a slippery one. Hear he even fucks with those Avenger cocksuckers." As I talk, she laughs harder and harder.
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A Little Song Bird
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