This kiss is fire, it's all I feel when I kiss Kaylie and with my arms around his neck and our bodies pressed together I feel a bit more complete.
Then I see black, because of course, it was too good to be true.
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North-
Feeling her small body drop to the floor I try and grasp what I can before she hits the ground. Sadly my reaction was to damn late and I only grasp the tips of her small fingers, the rest of her body dropping to the floor.
Some damn soul mate I am, barely met her and I've already kissed her, knocked her out, and dropped her on the floor. I feel like spastic Luke, jumping and hopping around all the god damn time.
Swooping down, I cradle her head in the palm of my hand and check to make sure she's not injured, last thing I fucking need is paperwork.
"Oi Northy-poo, watcha got there dumbass?"
"What the fuck did you just call me!" Is bellowed from my lungs as I race up and spin around forgetting about the small blonde head in my hands till I hear a small snack on the dingy floor. Fuck.
"Well way to go ass hat! Not only do we gotta tell Mr. B about you killing a fucking hot demon, we gotta explain why her heads all bashed the fuck up!" Leaning over so as to not get smacked by my idiotic brothers flailing arms I see the rest of my brothers on this mission coming over.
"Look at what this dip shit did! He killed my little sadist! Oh I hope there's no blood on her gorgeous hair!" Let's just ignore him.
"I didn't mean it! One thing led to another and we were just kissing! Then I got freaked because it was the best fucking thing that happened in my whole world and I'm mated to a fucking demon!" Storming back to the small doll and knocking Gabe out of my way, I lift her up and feel her long hair spill over my arm. "How am I gonna explain this to Blackbourne?!"
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Sang-
Waking up today is fucking hell, my head hurts and I don't feel Kaylie pressed to me like usual. It smells as weird as hell's top floor and I can practically feel the cheapness radiating off of whatever I'm laying on.
I can barely hear, slight murmurs here and there, but I really can't seem to get angry. My demons gone, my lovely Kaylie, yet I'm not mad. I don't understand.
Moving my fingers one by one I can feel the threads of cotton and focus on counting them as I try to gain any sort of response to the outside world.
Finally my hand moves, sadly only my left. Not noticing the murmurs stop, I try again to move my right hand this time and give a mental cheer when I feel it move.
"Oh my fucking heavens she's waking the fuck up! Knock her out before she hurts me!" Why the hell is Gabriel in my, what I hope is my, hotel room!
Prying my eye lids apart the first thing I see other than a dirty ceiling is Gabriel's annoyingly cute face hovering over mine. We share a moment of pause then his eyes slowly widen and mouth slowly parts as he lets out a loud shriek and me, still so annoyingly calm, remain still other then a small huff and a roll of my eyes.
Angels are too weird, maybe it's because these are the first angels I've met, and they're definitely not the poster kids for pure angels. Ignoring the shreek of angel delight screaming his invisible wings off I try and move my still head just a smidge from it's frozen position and am slightly lucky as I turn my head to the side about an inch and see who all else is in my room.
Yes "my room" I don't care who bought it, I'm laying here in the bed, so it's now mine.
Spotting Branden in the corner arms crossed and leaning on the wall with the top half of his body, the rest slouched back and feet lazily crossed as he gives Gabriel an adorably confused look.
I see Victor sitting in a tacky plastic red chair completely calm despite his companions weirdness, sitting so tall and straight yet making it look like the most normal thing ever, and tapping his fingers on the wooden table focused on the closed curtains.
And finally, the asshole who's responsible for this whole disaster. Fucking Darth Vader himself, giving me the "this is your fault" look. This fudge stick!
Kaylie-
"Sang hasn't showed? Are you sure she hasn't decided to spend the night with the group of angels back at the club?" I actually wouldn't doubt it, well I would, but these angels feel different, special, so I don't think they are totally out of the question, but I know out of respect for our relationship she wouldn't till we discussed it.
"No, you know me and Sang are only open when we're both there and agreeing, she wouldn't leave and go and get it on with a group of strangers especially not without me." Rolling my eyes and stepping off of my seat at the table, "We're meant for each other, while we do sometimes invite someone, or in the case two someone's. To join us, we're not just going to go off alone and seek out someone else to share the night alone with. It's hard to explain." It is really hard to explain, I don't see how Sang explains it so easily, she just always knows what to say.
"Just help me get you're fairy ready for when she gets here, she knows I won't start without her but you sure can" smirking at the small male fairy who's name I already forgot "you'll have fun, promise."
Raising my eyes from the little marshmallow on my couch to the added fun for mine and Sang's night and signaling him with a nod of my head to go to the guest room, I watch as he walks hand in hand with the fairy, really need to remember his name, I turn to the window as I hear the door shut and decide to stand and wait for my pink puff to get here.
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I feel like this is extremely dry, so apologizing for the shortness and the boringness but I had to write something! Swear the next one will be better.... Well as better as I can write it, I'm kinda trash😂
I actually forgot the fairy's name... And "Pink puff" is Kaylies nickname for Sang, with an interesting (sorta, more like cute) story behind it.
🤯"Hell's top floor" is as simple as it sounds, it's the top level of hell that you first enter, so as it's the main entrance, it's smelly and dirty. Have to keep up the "evil" act.🤯
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