"Almost Green"

"It's OK I Wouldn't Remember Me Either"

Tap, tap, tap.

He was carried purely by his wings. His feet barely even touched the concrete below as he glided down the street. The only thing holding him down, preventing from flying off into the twin moons’ alluring embrace was the drunken angel clutching onto his arm, weighed down by a gym-bag slung over her shoulder. Her feet swayed to the side every few steps, making her either drift away or lean even closer to the gray-head, his heart noting and cherishing each time it happened. He smiled, conquering the blush on his face, as the tipsy, red-head beamed right at him, all her drunken silliness on full display, just for him.

“I can walk on my own, really... I just don’t wanna~.” She murmured, leaning the side of her head onto his shoulder. Andy felt an immense wave of warmth crashing against the shore of his soul, as Lemuel giggled like a schoolgirl and latched onto his arm even tighter. He was in heaven. This was the payoff he waited seven years for.

The two strolled along the empty streets of Lungmen, having long abandoned the rich, commercial areas with their awful, eye-catching lights and thought-stealing slogans, only to shift into the edge of some slum-like shanty-towns, where the dim, bleak blocks of flats reigned supreme. It didn’t matter in the slightest, however, as Andy was completely enamored in this little moment, utterly lost in her warmth, pressing against him. 

“You’re doing fine, Lemmy. All good.” He whispered back, a soft smile tugging at his strawberry-red lips, his cheeks almost the same color. Lemuel perked up and giggled a tiny bit, letting out a soft hiccup or two.

“HIC!... “Lemmy”?... Since when am I… “Lemmy”?...” She giggled, her eyes rising to meet his. Andy couldn’t help but tap his finger against her nose, sending her cheek plummeting onto his shoulder once more.

“Since… Long ago. Since I got lost, far, far away. Since I started thinking about home and everyone there, and…” He lost his train of thought, feeling her soft skin pressing against his poor, torn sweater. The same sweater that’s seen the tides of war raging and taking away hundreds of souls. “... And all that. I can stop, though."

She let out a gentle purr and nuzzled against his arm.

“Mmmm… No, I like “Lemmy”... I really like that~.” She whispered, albeit a bit slurred. Andy couldn’t think straight. His thoughts were just… Her. Only her, nothing else. It was utterly hopeless, like playing a losing game. 

They continued their little stroll, drunkenly stumbling down the block. Dark alleys passing by, hundreds of empty eyes staring at the two lovebirds, the buildings and their windows witnessing a rather emotional reunion of two lost souls, finally put into the place where they had belonged this entire time. A few shadows took offense. Some decided their happiness was not meant to be.

A few figures churned and shuddered, moving away from their lit trash cans, the burning fast food wrappers and broken furniture. As the two lovey-dovey angels continued their stroll, the brutal offenders, the instigators and cruel, insidious rulers of this land followed suit, crawling from the deepest, most disgusting pits of Lungmen’s underbelly.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

“... An-dee~...?” Lemmy whispered, head wobbly and threatening to glue itself against his shoulder for good.

“Mmmmm…?” 

“How did you… How’d you find the rest, huuuh?... Did you… I hope you liked them, they mean a lot to me…” She slurred, bringing her doe-eyes right up to his. Andy smiled a little and nodded.