The sinners secret. {radioapple}

🍎chapter 7🍎

He pours us both a glass, its whiskey. I take a sip and let the burn slide down my throat.
"What did you need my leige?" He asks.
"I just..you said not to say anything in public. But..I just.."
"No need. It was a one time thing, thats what you're saying? Its fine. I expected nothing more." He interrupted.
"But-"
"No. Theres no need."
I frown and take another sip of my drink. His ears shift downwards...cute.
"Cute." I mumble.
"Excuse me?"
"I uh- I mean- c-culinary! H-how'd you learn to cook?"
He looks me up and down, his smile softens a bit..how sweet..
"I used to cook with my mother." He says,
"Your mother is in heaven I take it?"
He nods. Sitting down in the chair across from me. The one I sat on has a stack of books, assumingly for niffty. I shift in my seat and take another sip. "What about your father?"
   He looks up at me, his ears shift and his smile gets tense..
     "He's probably here." He mutters.
Sensitive topic? Need more alcohol. I wanna unfold this man. Wait what.
   He pours more whiskey in our glasses and sets the bottle down. He's a quick drinker.
    "Well..not a competition at all. But mine banished me here so. I would know a thing or two about daddy issues." I say.
    "Yours banished you to a new place, to rule over others. Nothing good ever came from mine."
I sip my whiskey and he does the same.
We sit in silence as I watch him down 2 more shots. "Do you ever regret what you've done?"
He looks up at me. Then back down at the glass. He nods. "All the time."
This is awkward. I fiddle with my ring. Why do I even wear this anymore..? Ughh.
"My liege. You're shaking."
"What-?" I say, look up at him. Hes dead on the outside, but his eyes hold the strong emotion of any human.
He looks at me like I'm a bar of gold..this is new..
"Whats on your mind.?"
I sip my drink and he mirrors me, "Lilith."
He coughs. Choking on the whiskey.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yea! Yea!" He coughs out. "Uhm! What about her."
Odd.
I look down at the ring. And take it off. "Doesn't matter."
He looks shocked. I don't care. I just chug my glass. "Let me get some more."
He pours more whiskey into my glass.
"When was the last time you heard from lilith?"
I chug the glass and set it down.
"Almost 8 years."
He goes quiet, filling my glass again.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
                                       ...

I sat there with my head down on the table. Fffffuck. I drank to much..
"My liege..are you okay.?" The tipsy radio demon asks.
        "Mmm fine.."
"Sir.."
        "IM- ffffine!"
He looks at me concerned, and then sighs.
"Sire come here.." he says, picking me up from the table.
"Where-..we goin."
"Bed."
"Ouhhh-! Can we cuddle~"
He stops in his tracks. And looks down at me.
"Absolutely not."
He shadows us in my room, and sets me down.
"Allll~"
He sighs. "What, my leige.."
"Don't goo.."
His ears fall a bit..
"Please.." I mumble.
"How bout I go get razzle?"
I sit up, my head spinning.
"Noo.." I reach out, trying to pull him in.
"Sire I am not staying. Lay down."
I whine and lay back down,
"Why not.."
He doesn't respond, pulling the blanket over me.
"Go to bed, sire."
I frown and shift in bed.
                               "Goodnight."