Children of the Mirror
...24th Part: Krad...
We stumbled along, laughing and shoving each other about, before we finally chose a huge old museum to stay the night in. The tall, heavy double-doors weren't locked, and when we ventured inside the gothic-era building, we discovered that the only art inside of it was the building itself, complete with gorgeous stained glass windows and haunting gargoyle figures.
"Déjà vu," Dark breathed as we walked through some of the halls.
I nodded silently.
"You'd think there'd at least be some old furniture in here," he added, opening a door to the right and peering inside of it. He came back out, shaking his head.
I shrugged. "I guess you can't be picky when dealing with abandoned buildings," I said skeptically.
Dark walked off behind me to open another door. Unexpectedly, he crept back, swiping me up into his arms with an amused smirk on his face. "But if I dropped you, would you rather land on an old couch or the stone floor?"
"Drop me and you're dead," I retorted, sliding my arm around his shoulders. I didn't really think he would drop me, but I might as well be prepared if he did.
Dark laughed, kicking open a door that he hadn't let close completely and walked across the room before letting go of me. I yelped, gripping his shoulders tighter, but I landed – as Dark had suggested – on an old piece of furniture. It was dusty, but a cushion is a cushion and that's better than bare ground.
I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Of course you'd be the one to find –" I commented, but he cut off the last of the sentence by leaning over and kissing me, pushing me back and propping his knee on the edge of the one-armed couch-like thing I remembered was called a chaise. I gripped the collar of his jacket, kissing him back for a moment before throwing him off of me. He flopped down on his back beside me, grinning.
"We make a bizarre pair," he said pleasantly, running his finger up the length of my jaw and my face.
I batted his hand away. "You're the craziest of us, though," I told him, giving a small grin of my own.
He brushed y hair into my face, covering my eyes. "Go to sleep," he said.
I pushed my hair back again and rolled onto my side to look at him disapprovingly, catching his hand. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I," he said grandly, "am the legendary Phantom Thief Dark!"
"Legendary, huh?"
"Yes. Legendary," he repeated, tapping my nose.
I poked his face in retaliation. Both movements were a little odd while our hands were still connected. "Well, the legendary Phantom Thief Dark Mousy should get some sleep, too. Enjoy it," I added. "Who knows what we'll find?"
"Are you worried it'll be the end of the world as we know it?" he teased.
"Aren't you?" I asked. "You're not the least bit worried?"
"No," he said. I wasn't sure whether he was lying or not. "I don't think I am anymore."
"Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?"
He frowned at me. "That's completely out of context," he protested. "I'm not being ignorant... I'm being optimistic."
"Well, I'm afraid your optimism isn't very contagious," I sighed.
He leaned closer to kiss me again briefly and, flashing me another of his smiles, closed his eyes. "Good night, Krad," he said. It wasn't long before he was asleep.
Touching my forehead against his shoulder, I eventually managed to sleep, too.