Light My Candle

Invitation-2

(So this chapter is going to switch very frequently in regards to the point of view, but I'll make sure it's obvious. Shoutout to Karla for commenting and I hope you like this chapter!)

When she agreed to the little date, Izaya had begun to cook, kicking Namie out of the apartment altogether. He didn't want her around for this at all, just in case the misanthrope came early. He had become a master at cooking curry in the first week of their "breakup" due to the fact he kept cooking it over and over, wanting to text her. He had perfected the taste and didn't have to think about what he was doing. He could have easily been mistaken for a culinary chef.

He had set the table after that, replacing the candles that were covered in wax with new ones, and then he placed a bottle in the center of the table. A bottle full of expensive red wine.

After cooking the meal, Izaya had taken a shower and then slid on a plain black suit with a simple red tie. It was expensive just as his other tastes were, fabric from Italy of course.

Looking up from where he was sitting at the table, he heard a knock. He cleared his throat as he walked to the door in a rather calm manner, not wanting to seem too terribly eager. Slowly the door opened, Izaya's face void of his usual condescending smirk. In place of that was an actual gentle look, something that hadn't crossed his face since he was a child. The room was dimly lit, only by the lamp on the desk. "Oh good, dinner is still hot."

What was he doing? He was clearly over dressed for this. It was so obvious seeing her in her usual attired, that black and red coat...

The informant kept the smile in place as he lead her inside, closing the door behind him. He debated locking it behind him and decided against it as to not make the female feel trapped. "Ah... You look... Nice-"

How did this compliment thing work? Well, all he really had to do was not insult her or tease her right? That was simple enough.

"Wine, curry and rice." he hummed as he moved back to the table and picking up the lighter. He flicked it and tried to light the candles but his hand was beginning to tremble. Why was he trembling? This was so unlike him. This was... Out of character.

Izaya Orihara didn't get nervous!

Roppi's P.O.V
Fuck.

He looked as good as ever.

It was refreshing, yet upset her so. Maybe the fact how fine he carried himself even during her absence? Or the fact that the attire that she had on was so horrid.

Even the apartment seemed to be in excellent shape, then again Namie must have still been assisting with some chores. However all else disappeared once her hues scanned the table that was neatly set. The informant indeed did have expensive taste which only caused the misanthrope to realize how unprepared along with underdressed she had come.

'Dammit I should have at least worn my dress, something.' The only thing done as a touch up was dark red lipstick, eyeliner, that was it.

Walking inside silently, eyes averting the gaze of the other, even though those crimson hues had haunted her nights constantly and she yearned to glimpse at them once more, she couldn't. Then suddenly caught the misanthrope completely off guard. "Oh... thanks?"

Was that a compliment? An actual compliment? Where was the snarky insults and smirk?

Eyes wondering over to the others hand noticing that he required some assistance and moved over towards him. They both were so nervous, going so long without seeing each other had indeed taken its toll.

Hesitantly placing a her hand upon his, attempting to keep it steady even though she attempted not to quiver, while the other went to hold the lighter and lit the candle. His hand... It was cold but then again it always had been. Trying not to give in so easily her hand recoiled before moving back to her side.