Second Chapter everyone! Hope you had fun reading the first one, and I hope to get the rest typed very soon. Promise.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Demon Diaries or the characters...
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"Heading to dinner, my Love?" Krayon asks Erutis, moving her arm onto his as though he were supposed to escort her to a ball. "Yes, but hopefully not having to walk there with you." Erutis answers, tugging her arm back and pulling her cloak around her for warmth. "You know, I could give you my jacket..." Krayon starts, his face full of what he thinks to appear like chivalry. "How about not." Erutis replies coldly, as they reach the warmth of the dining hall, lit by three fireplaces, one on each wall except the wall containing the door they'd just entered through. Erutis loosens her grip on her cloak, and Krayon moves a bit further away from her, sadly heading towards his end of the enormous table. "Mental note:" he thinks to himself, "buy smaller table." Erutis takes her place at the other end of the table, thinking about whether since Krayon was at the head of it, was she at the foot? And would that be smelly, or not? She shakes her head slightly, clearing her mind and sitting at the seat already pulled out for her by a servant standing near.

The food steaming in front of both of them, nice filet mignon and julienned carrots, a garlic baked potato and soft, freshly baked bread. It was simple, but then again, so were Erutis's tastes, and Krayon wanted to make her happy, however he showed that.

"So... How was the weather outside?" Krayon asks casually, as he daintily cuts his first bite-sized piece of meat from the full portion of beef. "It was ok..." Erutis answers dumbly, not wanting to talk to... Him. She had in fact felt rather lonely since she had moved here a few days ago, and her heart truly wanted to talk to him, but her will wouldn't let her.

They eat in silence for a few more bites each, then a surprising thing happens. Erutis swallows her pride and asks, "So how was your day?" but unfortunately, it comes out more as, "S..so hooow w..was your day?" Krayon knows it was hard for her though, and replies, "It was fine, thank you for asking." smiling one of his shining smirks to show his appreciation for her effort at a conversation. She forces a smile back, her heart heavy, almost heavier than before even.

She faintly wonders whether that's possible, then realizes that Krayon was finished with his food several minutes ago while she was thinking and is now looking at her as though he just asked her a question and is wondering why she doesn't answer. "Sorry?" she remarks faintly, her face tiredly blinking. "I seem to have been not here." she adds, moving her food around on her plate as a child who wants to get dessert would.

"It's alright Erutis..." Krayon says, for once calling her by name instead of Love, or Dear. He pushes his chair away from the table, not waiting for a servant to pull it out for him. "Erutis, you don't have to finish eating if you don't want to..." he says kindly, beginning to walk towards her end of the table. "But it's filet mignon... A delicacy." Erutis remarks slowly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she thinks to herself, "Maybe I shouldn't think about things so much..."

"It doesn't matter, don't cry, my Love." Krayon says comfortingly as he reaches her end of the table. He puts his right hand on her back kindly, as he tries to figure out what he could have said to upset her. The "my Love" part of what he said snapped her back to herself though, along with the hand on her back. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!" she screams at him, standing to shake his hand off, pushing her chair back as she did so. Krayon immediately realizes his mistake and tries to mumble something to apologize while the anger on her face grows more apparent. "S... sorry?" he says cautiously but too late, as Erutis storms off to her room, lonely again.

Krayon, left alone but for the servants, has a puzzled and mournful look on his face as he sits in the nearest chair, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow on the table. He sighs as the servants silently come away from the walls and begin to clear the table. He gets up and grabs his traveling cloak before sweeping out the door into the whirling snow.

Erutis gets to her room, her fists clenched. She realizes how cold she is and her hand automatically goes to her throat where the clasp for her cloak ought to be. It isn't there, only the necklace Krayon had given her on her day of arrival was there to meet her fingers' clutch, and feeling the tenderly cut emerald and the silver chain, she thinks of Krayon's kindness and her cruelty and kneels by her bed, her gown wrinkling in graceful folds on the floor as she lays her head on the pillows adorning her bed, tears rolling silently off her nose, wetting the down comforting. The dying fire in her fireplace crackles lightly, its embers glowing just faintly.

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Once again, hope you enjoyed reading it...