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" anita? it is two-thirty in the morning, is everything okay? " sorun had awoken briefly and couldn't feel her there by their side, though her side of the bed was still warm. they wondered if she had left for some reason, but after leaving the bedroom to find her, they saw a light was on in the kitchen and found her there. " is there something on your mind? i am here for you if you wish to talk. " sorun offers her a warm smile and comes closer, leaning against the counter next to her. what kind of friend or girlfriend would they be if they weren't there for her?

Sorun’s voice was a comfort, normally, but hearing it so suddenly in the dead of night, between her frantic breathing and sniffling, startled her. She whipped around, the shaking hands that she had pressed firmly to the kitchen countertop jittering at her side as she had no use for them.

“I’m, uh——! I’m fine.” She sucked in a deep breath, hoping that she might convince herself if she lied hard enough. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t as effective as she would have liked. Even as Sorun drew nearer, Anita felt her panic swelling again. The anxiety attack that had crept up on her wasn’t their fault, not in the least, though it did have everything to do with them. Nightmares were a bitch, forcing her to wake and think every doubtful thought she had been trying so hard to suppress.

‘ What if they find someone else? ’ ‘ What if I’m not good enough for them? ’ ‘ What if they are with me only to be nice? ’

She so often stamped these thoughts and feelings down, letting something distract her until she forgot she had those thoughts to begin with. But when she snapped awake and sound Sorun curled up beside her, she couldn’t find the distraction she needed. Her only option was to let herself become overwhelmed, but she wouldn’t risk them seeing her like this. She thought she had been stealthy about it, slipping from the covers and frantically pacing in the kitchen while the numbness and shortness of breath settled in.

Seemed she wasn’t as sneaky as she thought.

the valentine's application felt... a little silly, if soryn could be honest, but it was cute, too. inessa seemed to accept it in earnest and it made the demon feel inexplicably happy. well, they can at least surmise the reason to that. since perhaps day one of knowing her, they've had a bit of a crush on her and it's only grown from that first moment their heart first fluttered because of her. maybe the application was a sort of... admission of their feelings for her. they're not sure if inessa picked that up... ah, surely she did. they even said they wouldn't mind cuddling with her or making out with her! which they wouldn't at all, but maybe they could confess tonight, really confess instead of being vague about it, some time after they've finished eating. " i am happy that you wanted to go on this date with me, inessa. " they gaze at her from across the table, a gentle smile on their lips. she looks amazing tonight. " are you enjoying yourself thus far? i did try to find a place you might like. maybe when we are done eating, we could... take a walk and chat before heading back to your place. "

Inessa took most things lightly; like whatever came her way was a joke or at the very least will become one later on with hindsight. That didn't mean that Soryn's feelings were a joke; it was just that the application they had filled out felt like a silly joke-y thing to do. Kind of like those couple citations you'd find in as a gag gift. But now they were out, on Valentine's Day no less, and it took her now just to realize this. When was the last time someone told me that they liked me? It's the first question that pops into her mind which is far too sad to be thinking about on a nice night out. It was a nice evening spent together; and Inessa wouldn't mind in the slightest to do it again.

"I'm just honored that you wanted to go out with me. Heh, you certainly know how to make a lady feel special," Inessa took a sip of her glass with a smile on her lips; but she falters at the mention of 'going back to her place' and almost chokes on her drink. She pulls herself together as not to draw attention from the surrounding strangers that wanted to enjoy their meals in peace.

“Holy crap, this yogurt is never on sale,” Inessa doesn’t even hesitate to toss the small fancy-looking bottles into the cart. She wasn’t comfortable having Soryn go grocery shopping alone as it was Inessa’s house they were stocking up. So Inessa tagged along, and was exercising little to no control of what she was grabbing. Maybe it would have been best if she stayed home; a realization that came to her when she saw just how much was in the cart already. It wasn’t like she can’t afford it, but it’d be a waste of food.

Confident is her pace as Adrianna boldly makes her way through the vast aula of the event, shrouding herself with a veil of silent authority that immediately made other attendee’s step aside and form a path for her. It was supposed to be a quiet evening, yet another occasion for her to play the distinguished rich lady, rub elbows with other snobs, drink expensive liquor and smoke fine cigarettes. But she caught glimpse of something, of someone and burning curiosity would not let her mind this almost ritualistic routine anymore. 

Having reached the backstage, the area is rumbling with agitated voices and running personnel, a calculated chaos with which no respectable fashion show could be without. Still, it takes her but a moment to orientate herself again, and soon enough she’s closing the door behind herself as she’d invaded their personal cabin. 

A silent stare is shared, before Adrianna slowly removes the wide sunglasses that hid her green gaze. 

"͜H̀ea̕ve̛ņ ̸b̡e ̀da̵mmed,͢ ҉ąr͞e̶ m͞ý e̵y͝es dec̸e͜ivin̨g me?"̵ low husk of voice slips into her mother tongue as she scans them from head to toe. Slowly, a vague sly smile creeps to her lips as finally she locks their eyes into a firm gaze. 

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ever since the day they told her they would be keeping their halloween costume a secret, she had indeed kept her word about asking them what it would be. sorun never gave in, though, and kept reminding anita that it was a surprise (one they assured her she would like, at least, they hoped she would). after she readied herself for their evening outing (helping her with her own costume when she asked), they just stood there in the living room with her, an amused grin on their face. she seemed antsy now, but excited. they hadn't gotten ready nor did they ever buy anything that would allude to a halloween costume. sorun never gave any hints, either, but anita seemed fine with that. maybe she really did want to be surprised.

their grin fades into a sheepish smile. " i will admit, i am a little hesitant to do this. showing it to you is one thing, but to others... well, i do not really want to scare anyone. " sorun had finally decided on their costume: their demon form. it would be perfect. on a night where everyone dressed up as who or what they wanted to be, why couldn't they, a demon, go as what they really are? " bear with me for a moment. " sorun closes their eyes and before anita's own eyes, their form changes from human to their true self. exhaling slowly, almost somewhat nervously, their eyes open and they look down at her. " what do you think? "

She absolutely wanted to be surprised. She had asked at least once a day what their costume would be purely to test whether or not they would slip, but they had remained rock solid in their promise not to let her know. The anticipation was torture, yet it was the anticipation that made this moment all the more exciting.

Decking out in her own costume, slender but muscular frame clothed in a stark white-and-black suit and her dark hair a messy, ratty, mossy shock of green, she waited. And waited. And waited.

“C’mon!” She was beginning to loose hold on her impressive patience. She wiggled and bounced in place like an eager child. Every minute that passed prompted a petulant whine from the woman, until Sorun finally dropped their grin and spoke. Her own excitement dwindled a little, worry creeping in. Anita wondered, for a moment, if she had been too demanding. Or, worse still, if she had been too insistent that they both dress up.

Those concerns were set aside while they explained. To say they were comfortable with her seeing their costume but feared frightening others told her everything she needed to know. “Oooohh.  .  .”

Hands over her mouth but body still jittering in place, Anita watched with unbridled glee as they shifted. Witnessing their demon form wasn’t an every day occurrence, so it was with obvious delight that she noted every single outward change of their form.

The distinct shape of their nose and the canine angles, the feathers adoring their many sets of wings, the crow-like feet and elongated claws, the hefty and dangerously curled horns — all of it made her heart beat a little faster, her skin a smidgen warmer and her mind a fraction foggier.

“Uh.  .  .”

If she didn’t answer, it wasn’t because she disliked this form. It was the opposite, in fact, but words tended to fail her when she became horribly flustered like this. “N—Nice. I mean, it’s cool. You — shit. I know I’ve seen you like this before, but it never gets old! You look like a badass!”

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“ call me when you get home safe. “ @ anita 🥺

“I will. . .” She tried to hide her disappointment, but the more she thought about how empty their apartment would be when she arrived, the heavier the feeling grew. It wasn’t their fault that they couldn’t pick her up from the airport — ‘ shit happens ’ she had assured them. Anita couldn’t work up the energy to be mad, not when Soryn spoke so sweetly into her ear.