if i seem dyslexic when i write this im probs jfiuhngriuhbgriubefi-ing yk?
anyways this was based off of a tumblr writing prompt here: https://a-cure-for-writers-block.tumblr.com/post/178135603030/100-dialogue-prompts-angst-edition
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Dice's POV:
I was applying my makeup once more, right before my show started. I usually don't do this, I have it done before the show. Everything recently has been off. Maybe it's because my lover is obsessing over something they can't have again? We're about three weeks into this debt. They might not even own the souls anymore. It's fucking annoying. Yeah, I get it. They're The Devil. Lucifer, Satan for fucksake. They're my boss, so I should listen to them, but- Something about it. I deserve to be somewhat recognized. I deserve more from them. I sigh, and walk out onto the stage. I'm just doing checks, making sure everything's in tune, the microphone's hooked up, everything seems to be working. Once more, I can't shake off the feeling something's off.
Then I realize, today isn't a day I air my show. I blink a couple of times and stand there, wondering. Why did Boss tell me to go to work today?
This had me wondering. Why did they want me gone? Were they cheating? Were they falling out of love? Did they just not want me around? Or did they forget? They would remember, though. They know all of my off days. All of these questions made me have anxiety. Too much. I ran out to the back and went in the elevator. I pressed the button down to Hell. I tightened my bow tie, it was too tight around my neck. I didn't care. At this point the weight on my chest was too much. I felt like it was going to explode and my lungs, blood, and guts would spill out. The door opened finally. There was my boss, kissing somebody else. A female demon was sitting of their lap, sucking face.
"What the fuck." I said, aloud.
They were startled. Startled as they fucking should be. I gave them a death stare. The final one my boss'd see of me. I'm leaving this place behind.
"I'm leaving. Not coming home, so don't look for me." I closed the elevator doors. The ride felt way longer back to the surface. At this point, I was being choked by my bow tie. I didn't want it on, anyway. I threw it on the floor and kept waiting. I felt like I was about to die at this moment. Everything was clashing. I felt dizzy, then the doors opened. I ran out and dashed for the sea. The only calming place I'd remember. I stared at the sunset. I heard footsteps approaching but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about didn't care about me, anyway. Until I felt- them. I felt their hand on my shoulder. I looked at them from the side. I couldn't look for too long because I started to- sob. Sob in front of somebody who didn't care? That's smart, Dice. They wrapped their arms around me.
"Kingsley..I- It wasn't what it looked like."
They've never called me that. I let them keep talking.
"She was drunk. I tried pushing her off."
I sighed. I'd heard that before with everybody I've dated.
"Dice, you can tell if people are lying, y'know."
"I know.." I looked at them and my eyes glowed green. They weren't lying. But I was still hurt. They kissed me.
"I love you more than anything."
