her and the devil, walk side by side

Oggetto

interlude

| but do you, ache for him |

.

Her friend is a beautiful blushing bride, feverish eyes and drunken smiles. Not because of the alcohol, no, even if there was a bottle of champagne at 10 o'clock this morning while they were getting ready –

"Would you ever do this?" He asks, champagne flute in his hand, taking in the scene in front of them. It's not the biggest wedding she's ever been too, she doubts her ex-sister-in-law will ever be surpassed, but it's not small by any means. People brush past them excitedly, some a tad too exuberant because of the open bar, some hungry, some talking about the decorations and how the weather is just perfect for a wedding.

"Do what?" She asks, taking a sip of her own drink, not even registering the taste anymore. She'd been up since the crack of dawn, walking in heels for hours, talking to so many people –

"Get married, have a wedding." He tries for nonchalance and, if she didn't know that everything with him had a purpose, she'd believe it, but she does, does know him.

Her friend is posing with her husband now, under cherry blossom trees, her grin splitting across her face as soft pink flowers rain all around her.

"Yes." He blinks at her. "If I met someone I loved and they loved me as much, I'd get married." She's never been opposed to the idea of marriage.

"I didn't expect that." He tells her, like he should know her.

But he doesn't.

"Of course you didn't." She tells him, taking another sip, this one longer. "Let's not pretend that you know me, Light."

"I want to." He tells her, almost, almost like he means. "I want to know you, Eden, but you, you don't want me to know you."

"I'm sure you can understand why." She doesn't look at him.

"I already have your name and your face." He says, as if they aren't surrounded by people everywhere. "If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you already and, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have already killed your friends and your family."

It's not comforting, but then, it isn't meant to be. It's not a threat, it's a simple fact. She'd tried very hard to keep him as far away from everyone in her life, but he'd found a way, he will always find a way.

"But I don't want to hurt you, Eden." He continues.

"But you would, if you had to." If she ever became a threat, if she decided to leave, then he'd hurt her and he would be able to.

"Only if you made me, only if you didn't leave me a choice." She finally looks at him then, turns her head and stares. He looks back with vibrant brown eyes, possessive and consuming, and she blinks, the sudden realization sending tremors up and down her spine, because he's, he –

"Eden." Her friend shouts, beckoning her over with wide arms. "Come, we have to take pictures with all the bridesmaids."

And then he's back to being his usual aloof self, cool and confident, the intensity of the moment lost so fast she thinks she might've had hallucinated it.

"Go ahead. I'll hold it for you." He reaches for her flute, fingers brushing against hers. She takes a look at her friend and then at him, wonders if she should really turn her back and walk away, but then her friend is shouting again, the other three bridesmaids already at her side, so she nods her head and walks towards them, his stare burning her back.

"What took you so long?"

"She was busy flirting with her boyfriend."

"He can't keep his eyes off of you."

"He seems really in love with you, Eden."

She offers a smile and waves a hand, but then she turns head and looks. Ryuk has come to rest next to him, probably back from terrorizing caterers on his search for apples. On this beautiful spring day, where everyone is all smiles and excitement and the trees bloom pretty pink flowers, she –

(her and the devil, walk side by side)

She's hungry.

a/n : i hope all of you are safe and taking care of yourselves. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed.