Pledged Silence

| CHAPTER THREE |

Archer knew that Moloch was royalty and all but the paparazzi were becoming very frustrating which, in turn, made him narrow his eyes at the Prince of Hell.

"What?" Moloch muttered. "I don't usually come out of the castle like this, and especially not with someone who I'm holding hands with. Or even with someone point blank."

"Talking of holding hands, is it really necessary?" Archer asked, looking warily at their interlocked fingers.

Moloch bit his lip. "Yes," he said shortly and didn't say anything else making Archer raise his eyebrow.

"But we're not around anyone, you know?"  He gestured to the empty car park.

Moloch shrugged. It was clear he wasn't going to give anything else away.

"Do you think they'll follow us inside?" Archer whispered anxiously. He was beginning to gnaw on his lip, a nervous reaction.

Moloch chuckled, it was light hearted and relaxed; this was a new side to him. "Don't worry so much, I hired out the theme park. It's all ours."

"You what? Isn't that expensive?" His free hand grasped onto the arm of Molochs leather jacket as he nervously searched his eyes.

"No?"

Archer narrowed his eyes. "Liar," he mumbled. "Why are you even doing this though? You shouldn't spend money like that, this isn't a real thing."

"I..." Moloch was saved from having to say something as Archer had a proper look around the theme park. A look of shock and awe covering his face as he gawked at the attractions. He gently tugged the human towards the best rides.

Archer looked at the rollercoaster in front of him and grinned, feeling like a child. He hadn't been on a rollercoaster in years.

Moloch saw the grin and a soft smile spread across his lips before they got on the ride.

They spent the rest of the afternoon drifting between rides and game stands. Archer left with a small toy that Moloch had won at one of the booths.

"I can't believe you weren't going to take this. These types of gifts are priceless proof that you had a childhood." He laughed while gently petting the stuffed toy.

Moloch felt a fuzzy warmth radiating through his body watching the childlike grin on Archers face. He shrugged. "Well, I never got to go to theme parks so I never really saw the value in them."

Archer gasped. "Never?" Moloch shook his head. The pair squinted at the dusky sunset that dusted the park in a warm orange glow. "Does that mean you've never been on a Ferris wheel?" Archer shyly whispered, averting his gaze.

"You mean the whirly carriage thing that's in all human romantic movies? No."

"Would you like to?"

Moloch stilled. "I... I'd love to," the whisper was barely audible yet Archer heard him and smiled, tugging at his hand that he still clasped tightly as Moloch hadn't really let go of him, even though no one was around to see them.

"Come on then, let's have more fun."

The pair stepped onto the carriage. Enjoying the view as the Ferris wheel hoisted them into the air. When they reached the top it paused, darkness had set in and Moloch wondered at the lights the booths and rides provided.

"Why have we stopped?" Moloch turned to Archer, weary of the swinging carriage.

"You'll see, it's the best part of the Ferris wheel."