A/N: You see, I bought Demon Diary a few days ago. I read. I swooned. I wrote. These two are so beautiful together, not to mention cute. ^_^ If you've never read, you must. I'm hooked and only the first volume is out!
"I Promise You Forever"
He lies there, so sweet and innocent. His pale hair falls over the pillow in silky strands, and his breath comes slow and steady.
He is beautiful.
When I first saw him, I didn't realize that it was him. I thought it was some girl, a retainer perhaps, and an extremely attractive one at that. After a few seconds, I realized that it was *him.* Raenef the demon lord. *My* demon lord.
And ever since, I've tried to teach him the proper ways, but it seems so wrong for him. He is too gentle, too kind, too naive. Too ditzy, even though he can be incredibly intelligent at times. Maybe it was his natural apptitude for magic that pulled him into the ranks of the lords, or maybe it was a mistake. But I'm glad he acheived that rank, because that means that I'm here with him. Here with my hair tangled in his hand, basically anchored to this bed with him.
I promised him I would stay with him. I promised him forever. I don't know why I did it, because promises are sacred to me. Even if he loses his place as a lord, I will be with him. Whether he ever manages to utilize his dark magic and destroy a village or not, I will stay by his side. A promise is a promise, and I will never betray him.
I care for him too much to do that. For his naive and innocent eyes, for his ill-placed giggles, for his gentle breath as he sleeps, for the hand that nearly pulls my hair out of my head. I could never let go of him, no matter how much he tries my patience. I always have something left to love him with.
I don't think he knows. I don't know what he would think if he knew, and I don't know how he feels about me. Perhaps I am a mentor, perhaps a friend, perhaps something more to him. Perhaps even he doesn't know. But I know how I feel, and that is enough for me.
I look down on him. He shifts in his sleep, and murmurs something uninteligible. I can't help smiling, and I can't help leaning over and placing a kiss on his forehead. I wrap an arm around him and settle down next to him, and he murmurs again. Then he snuggles close, head buried in my neck. My hair is still in a death-grip in his slender hand.
Forever, Raenef, I am here by your side forever. I'll never let you go.
"I Promise You Forever"
He lies there, so sweet and innocent. His pale hair falls over the pillow in silky strands, and his breath comes slow and steady.
He is beautiful.
When I first saw him, I didn't realize that it was him. I thought it was some girl, a retainer perhaps, and an extremely attractive one at that. After a few seconds, I realized that it was *him.* Raenef the demon lord. *My* demon lord.
And ever since, I've tried to teach him the proper ways, but it seems so wrong for him. He is too gentle, too kind, too naive. Too ditzy, even though he can be incredibly intelligent at times. Maybe it was his natural apptitude for magic that pulled him into the ranks of the lords, or maybe it was a mistake. But I'm glad he acheived that rank, because that means that I'm here with him. Here with my hair tangled in his hand, basically anchored to this bed with him.
I promised him I would stay with him. I promised him forever. I don't know why I did it, because promises are sacred to me. Even if he loses his place as a lord, I will be with him. Whether he ever manages to utilize his dark magic and destroy a village or not, I will stay by his side. A promise is a promise, and I will never betray him.
I care for him too much to do that. For his naive and innocent eyes, for his ill-placed giggles, for his gentle breath as he sleeps, for the hand that nearly pulls my hair out of my head. I could never let go of him, no matter how much he tries my patience. I always have something left to love him with.
I don't think he knows. I don't know what he would think if he knew, and I don't know how he feels about me. Perhaps I am a mentor, perhaps a friend, perhaps something more to him. Perhaps even he doesn't know. But I know how I feel, and that is enough for me.
I look down on him. He shifts in his sleep, and murmurs something uninteligible. I can't help smiling, and I can't help leaning over and placing a kiss on his forehead. I wrap an arm around him and settle down next to him, and he murmurs again. Then he snuggles close, head buried in my neck. My hair is still in a death-grip in his slender hand.
Forever, Raenef, I am here by your side forever. I'll never let you go.