Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 4 | Writing the Past

          Chris' room, much like him, held a dark elegance to it. He had salt lamps strewn about along with clear, pure crystals dangling by the windows. A few dream catches accompanied them. The colors were romantic purples, greys, and blacks. It was rather relaxing here. The smell of lavender floated through the air. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty.

          "You like it?" He asked.

          "Your room is gorgeous." I responded with a smile.

          "Thank you. I know it might be a little... Strange, for a creature of darkness, but I really enjoy positive energy. This is kind of like my sanctuary." He spoke as he gestured around, "That is why I wanted to bring you here. Though it might've come off as more of a proposition when I asked." He chuckled.

          "I wouldn't have minded if it was a proposition, to tell you the truth." I murmured.

          Chris' eyes became stuck on me. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Well, I um, I wouldn't mind that either, but you need your rest. I would like you to sleep in here tonight, so you can regenerate."

          "You need it just as much as I do. And I at least got a nap earlier. You didn't." I pointed out.

          He set his hands on either sides of my shoulders. Considering his size, it affected me in my stomach. I don't know how to explain it properly. There's just something about a man's large, strong hands being on you that makes you freak out yet be extremely calm all at the same time.

          "Don't be difficult and just accept the help." He lightheartedly sighed.

          "Funny," I responded while looking up at him, "I remember having similar conversations with you ten years ago. There's no reason why we can't share your bed. Just like, there's no reason why you can't tell me what happened between the last time I saw you and now."

          Chris ran his hands down my arms before pulling them away. With his expression drifted away from mine, he said, "It's not something I like to talk about."

          "I understand, and I don't expect the gruesome details. Just a summary, so I can understand how your Hallow Hex has gotten so bad, why you've resorted to stealing to get by, and why you're on Earth instead of Hell." He had started to put space between us. I stepped closer, trying to get him to look at me without physically grabbing him. "I gave up my career so that you could go fight that war. You owe it to me to tell me why you lost it."

          "I know I do." He murmured, much to my surprise.

          I thought it would take more effort than that to drag it out of him. Chris wondered across the room to where there was a set of French doors. He opened it just a tad and the wind yanked them open the rest of the way. Despite how fucking cold it was, I couldn't help myself from slowly walking after him. He stepped out onto a small balcony.

          With the wind twisting his hair about, he looked up at the sky. For a moment, I was too focused on admiring his beauty to realize nature's gorgeous display around us. From this mountain, I could see a miles of forest surrounding us. There was a running creek at the foot of the snow covered mound. The stars over us sparkled so brightly amongst the breathtaking sight of the Northern Lights. It was like the clearest of oceans dancing amongst the lost souls.

          "Where I lived in Hell, there was something similar to the Northern Lights. It was this set of islands that hung over an abyss. We didn't know what was at the bottom of that abyss and we didn't want to find out, but there was this purple smoke that came up from it. The sky was almost black, but the vapors from the abyss caused these light ripples in the sky. It was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. No matter what, I never got sick of seeing it.