Sad or hurt feelings with Dark attorney.
Is Damien truly dead?
“You need to get over that.” Scowling, Dark whirled on them. “Damien’s been dead for a long time.”
They frowned, stepped closer to the man-- no, the thing-- that could just as easily tear them apart as it did leave them in the mirror. They reached up and gently, so gently, touched his chest with their spectral fingers. But I still see so much of him in you.
“Don’t.” It was meant to be a warning; a threat, barely concealed. It came out cracked. Broken. “Don’t- don’t do that.”
They looked up at him, blank eyes unreadable. But there was something close to tenderness there. Something just short of love. Don’t have hope?
“Hope is a lie.”
How can I not have hope when I loved him so much?
“Because he’s dead!” Anger bubbled up in him suddenly, emerged in a wrangled snarl. “Stop pining over someone who isn’t coming back!”
Despite Dark’s rage, the Attorney didn’t waver. And when he raised a hand to bat theirs away, they grabbed it, bringing it to their lips to press cold kisses to his equally cold knuckles. Even your anger is the same, they murmured.
Dark was silent at that.
