Don't know where I am going with this yet really, a rough idea perhaps. We'll see how it goes. I am a big fan of DantexLady and I love reading about them together. Especially any frustrating traits they have.
Running. She was running as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't thinking, just trying to get away. Down this alley and an unfamiliar street. Neon signs blurred past her vision until the stitch in her side was too great to bear. What had he done?
Dante stood shirtless and coatless with the light of the shop glowing yellow behind him in the night. "Lady.... LADY!"he called after her. "Fuck"he muttered to no one but himself. That was the problem, he was no one but himself. He didn't know what made him do it. All these funny thoughts in his head and nowhere, not one person to approve or disapprove. Everything left to him to figure out on his own. He often imagined what others would do to give himself advice but end the end he couldn't help but be himself. It was the only thing he really knew after all and even then he questioned if it was his human or his demon talking him into things. He closed his shop door with a resounding slam when it was clear she was out of sight and not coming back. Fuck he cursed again internally as he ran his hand through his hair and looked at the culprits, the couch and the beer.
Lady held the stitch in her side and breathed convulsively while hunched over a trashcan. She had made herself sick running like that after consuming alcohol. After she wiped her mouth from everything she spat out she looked around to see where she had ended up. She couldn't be more than few blocks away when she saw the reddish pink glow of the Love Planet club sign. The outside posters were showing off every inch of skin it could get away with without breaking laws. Disgusting was her first thought. But then it dawned on Lady that the girls inside were probably just doing what they had to. She could certainly identify with that. The disgusting thing might have been how the people inside took advantage of that.
Lady tensed as someone stumbled out of the shadows behind her and said, "Where is your boyfriend little girl, or are you headed to work tonight?" He tilted his head and she could see he was eying the entrance to the club. Lady imperceptibly twitched her hand near the holster on her thigh ready to protect herself. The drunkard lurched backward unsteady on his feet. "God knows you have the body for it sweetheart." he said. With that he leaned on the opposite wall and slowly made his way to the edge feeling around for something else to support him on his way to the club.
Dante replayed the last 10 minutes in his head. They had been talking about old stuff and new jobs for a good two hours now. They had done this once before, trading war stories. A good way to unwind and stay close. "Stay close,?" he said to no one, not even himself. That was all he wanted and lately he had been interpreting close differently. At first it was the occasional job he had told her about and sometimes, though not often, she might show up. Then she would tell him about jobs, and then collaboration, then eating once or twice a month. A couple times she would stick around a couple hours if she had nothing better to do and then...then. "Then she ran." he thought.
So..... what do you think they did? Thank you for reading. Comments and critiques are welcomed.