Madness: DxD

Ashenglade Echoes

My eyes open. Footsteps.

She's already beside me,crouched on the table's edge like a shadow with a pulse. Her fingers trail along my jaw.

Wake up. Someone's coming. Someone loud. Someone who thinks she matters.

Ash: You know, brother... most people don't snap awake the instant someone enters the building.

Legend: You weren't subtle. You stomp like a damned mammoth.

Tell her she's noisy. Tell her she's unwelcome.

She's definitely noisy I'll give you that.

Ash: I was on the balcony.

Legend: And you breathed. Loudly.

Ash: Most people can't hear breathing from three rooms away.

Most people aren't mine.

Legend: I'm not 'most people.' You've complained about that often enough.

She circles the table like a shark disguising itself as a very confident woman.

Look at her. Circling you like she has a claim. Precious.

Her confidence is the reason she lost against me.

Ash: I'm starting to think you're hiding something from me, brother. Those senses are absurd. Even for you. Any chance, and this is purely scientific curiosity, you've got a few dragon genes rattling around in there?"

Legend: No.

Lie better.

I'm not lying.

Ash: You hesitated.

Legend: I didn't.

She plops herself on the corner of the table like she owns it. Technically I own it now, but details never stopped her.

My demon sits in Ash's lap without weight, staring at her with vicious affection.

I should snap her neck for flirting with you.

Easy. She barely arrived.

Ash: You're heavily mutated. It wouldn't be crazy if some of those mutations were, you know, draconic.

Legend: Nothing in me is draconic.

Ash: You sure? Because you're tall, impossible to kill, moody, have glowing eyes, a big di—

Legend: You're just describing your type.

Why are we talking about her type?

I don't mind you wrapping your arms around my neck but at least warn me.

Your type is me.

Never claimed otherwise.

Ash: Well, when your 'type' literally defeated you once, you get curious.

She smirks again, like that loss was a minor inconvenience instead of a universal-scale embarrassment.

Legend: You done diagnosing me?

Ash: Not even slightly.

Ignore her. Look at me. I love you. She doesn't.

I've got two eyes for a reason.

Legend: Look, I may have ingested some draconic mutagens a few long years past but I'm barely two percent dragon. Besides, I didn't call you here so you could harass me about my genetics.