"This has been' Said Dante, sitting down on the sofa chair "a complete waste of my time."
The sofa chair collapsed.
Lady stared at the seething (and stuck) half-demon for a moment and then turned to survey the assorted chaos that used to be her apartment.
"Everything… Why did everything have to break?" She said weakly.
Dante pulled himself out of the remains of the sofa chair (but not without some effort.)
"Sorry 'bout this, babe. Lesser demons don't really have much grace when it comes to swinging their scythes around."
She nodded, wide eyed, stumbling over to the kitchen, Dante following.
"Hey? Lady, you okay?" He asked.
"No." She replied bluntly and Dante winced, it was obviously worse than he had first thought.
He personally was used to demons smashing his place up. When he was in the right mood he almost enjoyed it. He noticed Lady was staring at something; her fern plant, which lay in two pieces on top of a pile of dirt on the floor.
She blinked rebellious tears from her eyes, hoping Dante hadn't seen.
He had.
"Hey, don't worry. I'll help you fix the place up." He said, voice softening. Lady sniffed.
"Can you fix dead plants?" She whispered.
Dante was stunned, was she really crying over a plant?
Lady knew exactly what he was thinking, but she had loved that fern. Embarrassingly enough, she had actually been trying to come up with a name for it.
Maybe it had to have something to do with the stress of the day and now losing her precious plant because at that moment, Lady felt a warm tear slide down her cheek.
Dante groaned inwardly, what was he supposed to say? Sorry your plant broke?
He got a little closer to her, not enough to really invade her space, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Don't cry, Lady… Hey, it's going to be alright. Maybe we can plant the root, see if it grows back."
Lady stiffened for a second, but all of a sudden, she felt like smiling.
He was being sensitive, offering solutions. Something he hadn't done when they first met.
And they might be able to save the fern.
Lady couldn't help it. She turned, and threw her arms around his neck.
A light blush leapt to Dante's cheeks at her sudden embrace, but he couldn't say he was displeased. Lady drew back, a sunny smile on her face "Thank you, Dante." She said.
Dante managed to respond "Yeah, no problem…" He sounded a little breathless.
Her face coloured slightly as she stood on her toes and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Dante's eyes grew to saucer-like proportions.
"Come on, let's clean this place up." Lady said, playfully hitting his shoulder. Dante just nodded, stunned.
It struck him then, maybe he should offer solutions more often…
Just a little update to prove I'm not dead.
The cliché is a little hard to spot; you know that really annoying thing when people introduce a kitten or worse, a puppy?
I did the fern, because I refuse to go that far… But I can tell you now; there will be a "cat" soon. But for an entirely different cliché. Hehehehe- *chokes*