#backtoretail

“Perhaps...” He answers with a secret, decadent smile. The kind of smile one could never be sure if it was genuine or fake. Madison might be the actress in the room, but Michael, well, he’s an artist in the realm of mimicking human emotions.

He never gives her confirmation whether or not she’s the best he’s ever had and that’s the part she craves. He knows it and in denying her that parting satisfaction, he feels like he’s won.

Michael had thought it had been obvious to her. That he was just Michael. That he didn’t plan on doing any of this. That all of this was the result of making a wrong decision. Over and over again. But it wasn’t like Madison didn’t help him. No, to be honest, for her he tried to be good, at least not doing everythign wrong like he always did. But it was hard. Havign this dark side craving him whenever he doubted his own thoughts and decision and finally giving in to it. Did she even know what kind of feeling that was? Empowering, yes but at the same time he felt weak. And here he was, he really had thought she undestodd him over the last months they got to know each other. 

The apocalypse was going to come, he had killed every single witch thatw as invovled and the horrible killing of his so loved Miss Mead. And he knew very well, that Madison had been a part of it as well. But did he go to kill her? No, because he could be kind. And he had proved her that. Michael thought back, she had been the first person he really got close to. In not only an emotional way but a physical one. She was the first to touch him, to kiss him liek nobody else did before. And did she really think he lied to her? Michael was a master of hiding emotions. Something he had learned with the time. His face cold, he stared down into her eyes.

“ The concept of sin does seem a bit antiquated  —  rules for keeping the chaos at bay. ”

Michael could see it in her face that she was shocked. Maybe not ready to do that step. But he had a feeling. The feeling that she would do anything that seemed crazy enough as long as he was at her side. And the same counted for him. Nothing mattered when he had her at his side. He would never want to miss her again. He needed her. The world was going down. Cordelia knew who he was and that he wasn’t a simple warlock. Thanks to Madison who found that out together with Behold. But that didn’t mean feelings had changed, right? She still was here, with him. And they still had the chance to run off together. 

Handing the roses to Madison; Michael was sure it was visible that he was unsure of this situation. Never had he given out roses or chocolate nor anything else that was considered romantic on Valentine’s Day. But he wanted it to be special, for Madison. She still had no idea whatw as going to come, what he would bring to the world. But Michael was sure she wuold enjoy this night anyway. After all she was the one who saw Michael in him. No a powerful warlock, not the antichrist. Just Michael. And he appreciated this. 

Michael heard her words, his gaze wandering from the ceiling slowly over at her. It was dangerous, the way he looked, the way his breath got quicker when he only thought of her having someone else at his side. And he wondered if she did this on purpose. if she liked planting a picture like that into his head. A picture that not only drove him mad but brought out the worst side in him. So without really giving it another thought, a couple minutes had already passed before he decided to answer her words.