Hidden Messages

Part 4 - Hellish Conversations

You hummed absentmindedly, tapping a pen against your cheek. You were sitting at your desk, working your way through the last changes Sister Imperator had wanted you to make. You'd already sent off the plans for accomodation and venue bookings, choosing to forgo skimming over them to save time. You'd finished them last night anyway.

Cirrus was on your bed, her beautiful form lounging as she idly looked through her phone. She was stretched out, leaning her back against the headboard with one leg crossed over the other.

Another notification popped through on your phone and you looked down to see it was from Cirrus again. You sighed, throwing the phone onto the foot of the bed, away from your reach before it distracted you.

"Really, Cirrus?" You were pretty sure the ghoulette chuckled. She held up her hands in mock surrender.

"You don't have to check it now. Just think of it as a little reward after you've finished your work." By her wicked smile you knew it was going to be more videos of Dewdrop. Satan below, why had you ever told Cirrus about him?

"You are almost done, right honey?" Cirrus asked hopefully. When she'd first come in you'd been laying on your bed typing. She'd joined you, cuddling into you and rubbing calming circles into your back to the point you had almost fallen asleep. After that you had rolled away, choosing to sit at your desk to finish the last of the documents.

It was almost 10pm now and you had almost finished all of the work that you were going to do tomorrow. Which meant you would have a clear schedule to stay at practice for the whole day, if you wanted to.

"I've got a few more things left, then I'll be done." Cirrus looked pleased at that. You knew she was waiting for you to join her. It wasn't unusual for the ghoulette to sleep with you on the nights you didn't spend in the ghoul quarters. You also had a feeling this had something to do with Dewdrop stealing you from her arms last night.

Cirrus had already filled you in on what had happened during the second half of the rehearsal. Dew had apparently been even more hyper after his interaction with you, to the point that Copia had needed to tell him off numerous times, apparently more than he usually did.

You still couldn't believe it, and you could already feel yourself starting to hope. What if he did like you—what if Cirrus was right?

Even though you knew you should probably kill that hope until you had solid evidence, you didn't have the heart to. It had been so long since you'd felt this way about someone.

Your mind kept wandering to how his hands had felt on your body, the warmth that radiated from him, the way he'd called you dearest in that honey-smooth tone. You were going to see him again tomorrow—and if Cirrus was right then he would be showing off for you.

You were well aware of the types of moves that Dew normally employed—having seen more than enough videos. But that was completely different to seeing it in person, let alone as his targeted audience.

You'd been to rituals hosted at the abbey, but only a few. You'd ended up at the very back for both of them, not wanting to fight the sisters for a closer space. Even with the limited view, you'd still been able to watch and admire the ghouls as they performed. Papa had been excellent as well—but your eyes had been elsewhere.

Namely on the lead guitarist. Dew's energy had been breathtaking, the way he threw himself into each song, drawing the attention of the crowd and feeding off it. He knew exactly what to do to make the siblings scream. You'd wanted to be apart of that front row so badly—wanted to have his full attention on you as he played.

It seemed you were going to get the wish, if Cirrus was to be believed. It left a small flutter of nerves every time you thought of it.

Cirrus sat up, her head turning toward the door. You watched carefully—you'd picked up on some of the ghoul's behaviours, Cirrus's especially. By the way she tilted her head, you could tell that she heard something or someone nearby.