Hi. Thanks for all the feedback from the first chapter. I'm glad most of you are liking it. Let me answer a few points raised here:
Aurumlove7: The story is pretty obscure, I know, but I think when you read the story as a whole, it should become clearer. If it's just the language, then next time I'll tone it down. Thank you though.
Dantea Dredkin: Thanks! I'm glad you like the style; it's pretty divisive, I think...
Mademise Morte: She wants him away because, as her mind's collapsing, she blames him for taking her life and never wants the same thing to happen to Jane.
It's a short chapter, sorry.
Chapter 2
Pretty scraps of burning metal rained in the sky, distorting the colour of the eyes of the two lovers as they stared at each other. New Year celebrations simultaneously meant everything and nothing to them: everything as they brought them together, nothing as they were together now. Skulduggery stroked the arm of Valkyrie, content to see how he could touch her with flesh and not bone. True, she had given it to him but her flesh, his flesh: irrelevant here.
He rolled her over and the fireworks continued to die outside with life blissfully continuing inside, and, unknown to them yet, bloomed. As the silence of the night began to spread, he held her face. "Obviously, this is just a one night thing, isn't it Valkyrie?"
"Oh yes. One night. Our one night."
So now, they could live with the talks of never coming back, just not the actions.
So even though Skulduggery didn't come one night, Valkyrie knew that she couldn't die again.
Please, any more feedback and constructive criticism is most welcome.