Nocturnal Demon

The Constant Flirt

Three soft knocks echo through the door of Raziel's room.

The servant? Raziel turns to face the door as he adjusts the fitting of his new clothing. No. No, it isn't. The heartbeat from behind the door isn't as strange as the man he had encountered. It's someone else. Someone familiar.

His progress with the door is only a slit before he sees the woman peeking at the opening. She tilts her head and leans her body to allow both of her eyes to see through, their silver mist gaze already beelining to admire the golden glow in front of her.

She disappears before Raziel can say a word, and reappears inside of the demon's room.

"Are you going to do that every time you see me?" Raziel knows where she is. The heartbeat is right behind him.

"Depends..." Morgan steps closer and wraps her arms around the demon's waist. "Are you going to "hug" me every time I do that?"

"I'll think about it." Raziel easily untangles Morgan's grip, still holding her hand as he turns around to face her.

Morgan keeps her hand in his, watching the slow movements of his thumb pressing on her palm. "Think about it... Right..."

Armour no longer hides Raziel's body. She can see the strong veins that branch across the arm he holds her hand with, all thanks to the short-sleeve shirt he wears.

Morgan draws herself closer, moving the demon's arm to be wrapped around her, tucking herself to be by Raziel's side.

"You're not interested in waiting, are you?" Raziel smirks, and once again, the shine from before pierces through the veil of his eyes.

"If you're not shy of getting yourself dirty again..." Morgan brushes the damp strands of Raziel's black hair; he smells of pomegranate. "There's a bed... A desk..."

Raziel objects, "I just took a shower."

"We can use that too." Morgan winks. "I'm sure it's big enough."

The demon chuckles, "This room just got furnished, Morgan. I wouldn't want to break it so early."

"Fair enough." Morgan gives a peck of a kiss to Raziel's cheek before leaving his side. "Damaged mahogany would be an ache to Evelyn's side."

Morgan steps into the centre of Raziel's room. "Hmm..." Her hands land on her hips as she rotates around to face each of the furniture one by one, giving judgemental glares to their placements and details.

"How far can you see exactly?" Raziel watches as Morgan continues to give reviews to the idle details of the objects around them, her expression ranging from and in between an approval, an indifference, and a half-hearted jealousy.

Morgan responds, "With my eyes, or...?"

"You can see with something other than your eyes?" Raziel asks curiously. He subtly observes Morgan's movements more closely as she approaches his closet doors.

"I'm nearsighted." She opens the doors with ease and enters the walk-in closet. "I'll let you guess the other one by yourself."

A nearsighted hunter? Raziel takes note of the detail. Her power could be helping her see in some way.

He follows her, wondering if Morgan will be surprised just like he was when he entered spacious room. Or maybe... She has one just like mine...

"Of all the things you could have worn..." Morgan scans every side. The clothes in this room are of the highest quality... And of the highest expenses. "...And you chose to wear that?"