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Bouquet of Calendula

Jason M. Lee


Canon-ish: Hot-Blooded

Kyrie had only just returned back from volunteering at the church's kitchen and was putting away her coat when the locks sounded. Nero always locked their doors, as while the wards set up kept demons out, physical locks at least added a layer against normal human intrusions. Both of them were still a bit leery about their fellow islanders at the moment, even though they were grateful for the neighbors that promised to watch out for them and their home.

What she hadn't been expecting was the speed of warm skin and scutes encompassing her tightly after she got whipped around, prompting a startled squeak.

Her words died in her throat when she looked up at him. Eyes that were glowing like rubies studied her, as if trying to ascertain something that she wasn't sure of, only that it was as if Nero - and the part that was his devil - was making sure of something about her. Kyrie didn't dared to move a muscle, staying quiet and looking back in part worry of his actions and in part wonder at the crackling blue energy that she recognized as his Trigger.

The all-consuming kiss that stole her breath was unexpected, but it truly reminded her of how Nero was - head-on, passionate as well stubborn to a fault, and yet those occasional glimpses of his softer side. Claws that could easily crush stone and demon armor was gentle going through her hair as he re-angled her head, not even stopping. Kyrie wondered if she would be set ablaze like Red Queen, her knees already weakening, but not worrying as his human arm moved to support her weight easily. She could also feel ethereal claws and scutes, capable of throwing objects several times their owner's weight, currently ever so light and tender on her.

Breaking apart left them heaving breathlessly (and her a bit disappointed), Kyrie gazing at red fading back to blue with questions in her eyes.

"Illusionist demon," he whispered apologetically. "Piece of shit was screwing with my head up good, and its buddies weren't helping. Kept showing me really awful stuff, and one of the illusions involved... you."

Sadness, yet still warmth. "I'm here. I'm still here."

"I know. Brain says one thing-"

"-but your heart says another," she finished, resting her head on his chest and listening to the rhythm that beat within.

His arms tightened just a fraction more around her, as if to reassure himself. "Yeah."


A/N: Day 9 - "passionate kiss".