I do not own Diana Twining (Yumi does) or Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist (Madoka Takadono-sama does). c:
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Diana had woken up some time in the night, some sort of rythmatic noise, low and thud-filled, having woken her from her slumber. When she cracked her emerald eyes open just the tiniest bit to look out the window, she could see the slightest blur of what could more than easily be called the cause of her awakening. It was raining heavily, pounding against the glass. She jumped slightly when she heard the crack of thunder clap outside, quickly closing her eyes as they were assaulted with a bright light given by a stray lightning bolt striking from the Heavens down to Earth, a frown coming softly to her lips.
Well, that was certainly strange, as least it was to the young Twining girl. There had been no clouds in the sky a few hours ago when she had gone to bed. No, in fact, the moon and the stars both had shined brightly up in the pitch blackness of the night. The thunder storm just appeared out of nowhere, it seemed, sometime during her sleep.
She tried to fall back to sleep, tossing and turning, trying to find a nice, comfortable position, but for whatever reason, she just couldn't achieve that goal. Slumber would not come, nor would the comfortable position that she had desired. I must have been rather comfortable earlier to not hear the storm when it started, she thought to herself with a small groan. Giving up for the time being, she sighed tiredly to herself, laying on her back. She would have to settle for staring at her ceiling and thinking to herself until sleep took back over.
With that, she opened her eyes tiredly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She looked at the ceiling, staring tiredly at the blank canvas. For some reason, Dantalion's face came to mind. I still can't think of their color, she thought randomly to herself. It doesn't matter how many times I try to imagine his face or how long. I can't see them... Like... they're cloaked in a cape of shadows, of some sort. No matter what color I list off, none of them sound like they're correct... I'm pretty sure that I've gone through the entire spectrum as well... She began to list them off once again in her head, even going as far as to labeling each color with a different shade. Jade? Emerald? Amethyst? Lilac? Sapphire? Ocean blue? The list went on in a much similiar manner for a few minutes, the girl trying to place the right color with her beloved's eyes. Coconut brown? Cocoa brown? Scarlet? Crimson? She paused.
Crimson...?
Diana sat up in her bed, drawing her brows together. "Crimson...?" she whispered hoarsely to herself. Were his eyes crimson? She looked up in thought. She had listed the color off before, of that she was certain. Yet where it didn't seem to be correct before, it seemed to be correct then. "Crimson... That sounds right..." She sighed softly in relief to herself. That was alarming... She laid back down, smiling to herself. The sound of the rain had lightened up, sounding like a lullaby to her now. Dantalion would have been worried if I had forgotten something so simple so easily... Her doe-like eyes fell shut, a small, cat-like yawn escaping her lips. She snuggled into her bed more than happily. It seemed that with her sense of accomplishment, she had found the one comfortable spot that she had been looking for not minutes before.
Good night, Dantalion...
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Dantalion had been laying in his bed back in the human world. He was laying on his side, his eyes a bit sorrowful. He was beginning to feel a bit more alone than usual. He knew the cause of it, but he chose not to do anything about it. He stood by his decision, clear and through. He wouldn't back down. Not unless Duchess Astaroth was right, anyways.
I shouldn't think of such trivial things, he scolded himself. I should be focusing on my very reason for being here. I need to convince William to elect me as Iterim Ruler of Hell in His Highness Lucifer's stead. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. Every single time, however, his thoughts would always drift off to those beautiful eyes, that warming smile, those gentle, golden locks... He couldn't stop thinking about Diana, no matter how hard he tried. She was his weakness and he knew it. He just wished that it never had to be that way. Why couldn't he have just died so long ago? Maybe then he would have been reborn as a human and maybe then he would have been able to love her freely without having to worry about needing to leave her someday just so he could protect his secret from her.
Life would have been so much simpler.
Dantalion began to imagine a life of being a human again. To imagine a life with William and Diana. A life with Diana... Now, that was something worth imagining, it seemed. A normal, sweet life... Marriage, children, home, love... Those were all things that he had not really thought about in a long time, it seemed. Too long of a time. How long had it been since he had felt the love of another? How long had he cherished the place that he had once considered home? Too long it seemed. Too long. After all, once Solomon died at his hand, it was too late. All of those hopes, those dreams... He thought that all of those things had turned to ashes, blown away in the wind. But after meeting Diana...
It seemed that the wind had brought those ashes back around, recreating themselves into what they once were.
He didn't notice the smile that came to his lips.
"Diana..." he murmured softly. His smile faded. "I guess I'm throwing away my chance at that kind of happiness again, aren't I...?" He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. "It's for her sake... and my own..."
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To Yumi: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, love! *hugs tightly* I thought you would like another update before tomorrow~.
To all: Read and review, please!
~Lenore