𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -Fighting? & Drinking-

You and Vaggie engage in a spirited sparring session within the grand confines of the hotel's newly adorned ballroom. Each movement is calculated, every strike deliberate and precise, as if choreographed by unseen hands. Beads of sweat glisten upon your skin, a testament to the intensity of your exertions, yet you press on.

For a fleeting moment, you manage to gain the upper hand, your spear dancing with finesse as it finds its mark against Vaggie's defenses. But her resilience is unmatched, and before long, the tables turn once more.

With a swift maneuver, Vaggie regains control of the sparring match, flipping gracefully through the air with a flap of her wings. In an instant, she lands behind you, her movements fluid and precise. You feel the cold metal of her blade against your throat, a silent but potent declaration of her victory.

After the confrontation with Lute in your room, you proposed the idea of sparring to Vaggie, explaining your desire to improve your fighting skills while conserving your energy. But there was another motive lurking beneath the surface—avoiding Adam.

It had been weeks since the incident in your room, and you'd made a concerted effort to steer clear of him, unwilling to risk the stability of the hotel. Yet, despite your best efforts, Adam seemed to be everywhere, intentionally seeking you out to make your life miserable.

The situation only seemed to get worse the day Lucifer moved the remainder of his belongings into the hotel, officially making it his new residence. From that moment on, Adam's behavior took a darker turn. He seemed to relish in taunting you, as if daring you to lash out and give him a reason to escalate the conflict even further.

Each encounter with Adam felt like a battle of wills, his presence a constant reminder of the past simmering just beneath the surface. Despite your efforts to maintain composure, his relentless provocations tested your patience and restraint to their limits.

"You're getting better," Vaggie's voice breaks the silence, her tone filled with genuine admiration.

"Thanks, but you've got the wings on your side," you reply, starting to unwrap the white bandages from your hand, revealing the marks of the intense training session.

Vaggie smiles, her wings fluffing out happily at the compliment. "They really do help," she agrees, running her hands through the feathers with a sense of pride in her abilities.

You were genuinely happy for Vaggie, knowing all too well the pain of losing a part of yourself. Yet, despite your happiness for her, a twinge of jealousy still coursed through your veins. You couldn't help but long for what you once had—a pair of wings that carried you effortlessly through the air, lifting the weight of the world from your shoulders and granting you a sense of freedom like no other.

The memory of soaring through the skies, feeling the wind rush past your feathers, was etched into your very being. It was a sensation unmatched by any earthly pleasure, one of the greatest joys you had experienced in heaven.

"Maybe you should go to Carmine. She could get you in top fighting shape in like an hour," Vaggie suggests, her voice carrying a hint of encouragement.

Your face reflects confusion for a moment. "Carmilla Carmine? Huh," you murmur thoughtfully as you finish unwrapping your hands and gather your belongings.

'That's where she got her wings back'

"Yeah, I'll look into it," you reply, before bidding Vaggie farewell and making your way toward your room. However, you're not far along when heavy footsteps join you on the path.