Wings

Septem || Hysteria

Hysteria built in her chest, bubbling in her throat as she regarded him before she let it pour out of her until she was crying. Sobbing, but laughing at the same time because there was nothing that could have been done. He stood, hands hanging limply by his sides, fire burnt out for the moment as he watched her. She supposed she looked a wreck, hands wrapped around her stomach because God it hurt with how much laughter she was desperate to get out of her system because if she contained it for a moment longer it would burn her like hot coals and scorch her insides. Feebly, her shoulders shook- her tears streaking down her face deadly hot.

Desperate to hide them, she buried her face in her hands allowed wave after wave of emotion to fill her and pull her up until she was flying. Demos swallowed, clicking the knuckles of his hand before sighing and settling himself on the couch next to her- his hand skimming her back as she quaked. Desperate for any kind of comfort, she leant into the touch- her wet hands making it hard to breath. It didn't matter, she couldn't -wouldn't- show him her tears.

"Cassidy.." He began, voice hesitant. She snorted, and his hand came down more firmly on her back; stroking between her shoulder blades.

"What? You never see a girl have a breakdown before?" Huffing slightly, she heard his smile as he spoke.

"Not really, kind of frowned upon to cry in my colony." Giving a watery smile, she removed her face from her hands- wiping her face with the backs of them. Chuckling slightly, he stood before grabbing the edge of his tee-shirt and wiping her face with it.

"Better now?" He asked teasingly, gaining a scowl in response.

"That was heavily embarrassing." Shrugging, he flopped back onto the couch- pressing his feet into her leg.

"We all have bad days." Throwing an incredulous look his way, she shifted in her seat to face him- talking very slowly.

"Demos, you've just told me that my entire race is collecting with yours- despite a feud that has existed for, I don't know, at least a few millennia- to get into a war. It's a little more than a bad day for me." Again, he let out another chuckle before turning his attention to the TV- dismissing her gaze.

They sat in quiet for a few moments, each on their respective sides of the couch and gazed at the TV- watching it but not really. Cassidy shifted, crossing her legs in front of her as her mind began to wonder. It was difficult, she supposed, before getting to know him- but did she know him really? He was an illusion, he led people into thinking something different than it actually was about him. Her eyes flickered over his form, though it was no doubt he was gorgeous. With his light blond curly hair pushed to one side, the back coiled into a low ponytail, his sinuous forearms betraying his strength and the many tattoos that colored his skin. She bit her lip, he was just her type. Though she hadn't encountered many people to really know what her type was, but the way his trackies slouched low on his hips and the way his eyes positively gleamed with mischief led her to believe he was exactly her type.

It was strange, she mused, she was completely enamored with his being- comfortable with his presence so much so that she didn't mind the careless touches of his feet against her leg or the firm reassurances of his hand on her back. But, again, she didn't really know him- did she? All she knew was that he was called Demos Clarke, was a Demon, and liked to tease people to with an inch of their lives. Disappointment filled her, they didn't know each other at all. She swallowed, and, after a moment- opened her mouth.

"We don't really know each other- do we?" She asked quietly, picking at her shirt and decidedly ignoring his gaze as it flickers to her from the TV.

"Well, no, not really." Again they lapse into silence, both pretending to watch the TV only now Demos has his brows furrowed.

"Did you, uh, want to know anything?" Neck almost breaking, she watched as he dismissively watched the TV as if he hadn't just tried to build a bridge.