Samule smiled at her comment. Why was he giving into her so easily? "Still gonna try and kill me?" He asked playfully, while pulling away, His hands still on her waist.
He watched her carefully. His eyes, though the eyes of a demon, still somehow caring.
Samule had a small feeling of trump. How many demons could say they'd kissed an angel? How many could say the angel have them permission.
The angel shot the demon a playful look, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Depends… Maybe I’m planning on killing you now you’re distracted.” She winked, looking over him, her arms still linked around his neck.
Rosemarie felt dizzy and dazed from the kiss still. She loved the feeling of his hands on her waist, and yet he was the demon who had threatened to hurt and to kill her.
“Mm what are you planning?” She asked suddenly, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Why kiss me? A lowly angel worthy of nothing.” Marie nipped playfully at his ear, grinning.
"Well this isn't a very good attempt then." Samule swayed to non-existent music. His mind still on the fact she let him kiss her. Why she did baffled him.
"Why let me kiss you?" He raised an eyebrow, completely dismissing her first question. He wasn't really planning anything. Or if he was, the plan was to much of a mess right now.
“No, it’s a very sloppy attempt.” She murmured, brushing a bit of hair out of her eyes.
The angel blushed, looking away. “I-It was in the heat of the moment.” She knew it wasn’t a very good excuse but that was all she had.
"Well the heat of the moment must still be going on." Samule gave a grin before pulling away from her. His hands sliding off her waist before being stuffed into his pockets. Making the demon look very casual, as if the kiss never happened.
Though the demon still felt like holding her, he knew he couldn't. If he did become attached who's to say he could ever let her go?
Rosemarie stepped away from him, smoothing out her dress and looking away. She felt embarrassed, played. Why had she kissed him? And she still felt a little flirty.
But at the same time she was ashamed of herself. Why had she let him kiss her?! He was obviously playing with her emotions, she could tell by how casual he was now.
The angel moved to sit down, taking off the heels she was wearing and sighing softly, her face red and annoyed as she avoided looking at the demon. Her dress tugged a little upwards.
“I will wait here. You can go gamble all you want.” Marie said coldly, even going as far as to place a magical chain around her ankle that bound her to the seat she was on. She conjured up a key for the demon and offered it to him. “Go out and be a playboy all you want. I won’t move and I’ll conceal myself to anyone but you.” She didn’t know why she was so bitter about this. What did she expect? The handsome demon to like her?! No. That was ridiculous. They were sworn enemies
He didn't know why, but her acting cold almost pissed him off. In fact he was confused as to why she looked so embarrassed.
The demon looked for a way to ask what was wrong. But couldn't find the words. Since when could an angel make him like this? He settled upon the fact that women- angel or human- where very confusing.
He'd opened his mouth when he finally found the words, but instead he looked like a gapping idiot. Any reasoning leaving him. Why was she so upset all of a sudden? Samule tried to figure out what he did wrong, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps it was the kiss? No, after all he did ask before, and she had said yes.
The demon hesitantly took the key, still trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Though his own bitterness came out, "who's to say I won't leave you here all night?" Something he deffently wouldn't do. Especially to her.
More confusion turned into bitterness. Didn’t she agree to the kiss? So why was she so upset with him? So what if he had played her? It was her fault for it.
The angel grew ever more frustrated, sighing loudly. “Leave me then. I won’t care.” She insisted with a snarl. And yet the beginning of tears began to well up in her eyes. She was scared to be alone. She didn’t want to be left in a casino.
In fact, she really didn’t mind the demon’s company. It was more than what the angels gave her. So why was she going through so many confusing emotions and swings?
Rage bubbled with in the demon, And yet his face managed to stay calm. Even if it was obvious he was about ready to explode. To storm off and just leave her there.
Samule sighed, letting his anger drift away. He didn't know why her anger made him angry. But when he spotted the tears in her eyes, he forced himself to calm down. He knelt to unlock the chain she put on herself, freeing her from the chair. "I am not leaving you here." Anger lingered in his voice.
his fingers lingering on her ankle a moment longer before he stood again. "And if you want, we can leave. I won't force you to stay and be uncomfortable."
Secretly, the angel was afraid of what he’d really do. And yet at the same time she huffed loudly, glaring at him.
That was, until he leaned down to unlock her. The second the chain was off of her ankle, it disappeared. She blinked at him, confused and in despair.
“Why? Why are you so willing to do these things for me?! Aren’t you just playing around?! Playing with my emotions?” She whispered to him, the tears starting to fall. “Isn’t that why you kissed me? Why you call me beautiful?”
Samule had to take a moment to prosses her question. He hadn't really had answers to them. But the last two, he had at least some kind of an answer.
"I called you beautiful because you are." He cupped her face with his hands. Forcing her to meet his eyes. Cold and dark, but some how caring. "If I was playing around you'd know. I'd have told you."
He wanted her to know he was telling the truth. After all, as humans said, eyes could never lie. He gently whipped one of her tears away with his thumb.
Rosemarie’s arms were limp at her sides until he drew closer. She carefully gripped his shirt in her fists and tried to blink away the tears in her eyes. His words had caught her off guard. He hadn’t been playing?
“I’m still so confused… one second I’m fine and confident and the next I’m so upset and just so angry. I can’t tell if you’re messing with my emotions or if it’s me.” She told him quietly. “Am I broken? Am I defective? What kind of angel is so heavily emotional?”
"You have a right to be angry. Especially at me." Samule ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know how to deal with stuff like this. Its not like he had a mother to tell him what to do when a girl was emotional. Heck, its not like he ever had to deal with an emotional woman before.
"You're not defective, Rosemarie." He had to stop himself from calling her little angel. "In fact I'd think you where defective if you weren't so emotional." He tried offer her comfort, even if he didn't nescacerly know how too.
She brought a hand to her face and attempted to wipe away the tears. She took in a shaky breath, looking up at him. She was angry at him. She was frustrated with him. She found herself strangely attached to him. “I am angry at you… but…” she fell silent, unsure what to say. But you attract me? But you’re handsome and somehow caring? She couldn’t tell him that. He’d make fun of her. Or think her crazy.
She never finished her sentence, instead looking up at him with red, puffy eyes. “You… would?” She asked softly, her voice hoarse from the pain of crying. “I’m just… I’m just confused. Tell me what I’m supposed to feel right now. I can’t figure it out.” She moved to grab his hand, bringing it to her face and pressing a soft kiss to his palm.
“Tell me what I’m supposed to do now…”
Samule felt awful. But he was a demon, so why did he? What explanation did he have other then this angel had managed to make him feel something other then burn hatred. The hatred he'd felt for so many years, washed away with just the look of this angel before.
He waited for her to slap him, to hit him. Anything to release her anger. But it never came, much like the end of her sentence. "I don't know." He responded after a few moments of silence. And he didn't know. He didn't even know what he was going to do next.
The demon didn't bother pulling his hand away, much rather moving his other hand to cup her face. He saw what he had to do, the only option that seemed right. "You're free to go if you want. I'm sure the angels will take you back."
Free to go… the words resonated in her mind. She could get away from him, she could finally be free. Her wings appeared and fluttered open slightly, only to close and fold up tightly against her back. “I-I don’t want to leave…”
She didn’t want to pull away from his comforting touch, from the way he held her face, from the soft, cold look in his eyes. He had enchanted her enough she didn’t want to be angel anymore.
Rosemarie leaned in, pressing her lips against his once more. Her aura lit up a very soft bit and faded when she pulled away. “They will never take me back, Samule. Because I just sealed my fate with that kiss. My soul is yours to do whatever you wish with it… the only thing I ask from you is to give me my freedom, and teach me how to live.” Rosemarie had willingly given her soul to him to keep. She was immediately marked as a traitor.
Her words confused the demon. If anything he was sure she'd have sprung up and ran away as fast as she could. So when she said she wanted to stay, something inside Samule grew a little. Perhaps a little love plant he'd tried to uproot long ago.
Though there was something else too. What would the angels do when they found her? Samule was sure they'd gladly lock him away and lose the key. But what of the small once angel that he'd tricked into letting him go? Whould they be as easy on her? Or would he be forced to watch as they did something awful to her.
The kiss pulled him from his thoughts, and if anything surprised him further.
"You have your freedom." He responded. "You have my word that you will be even more free then you had been with the angels." Samule kissed her again before finishing what he had to say, a warning. "They will come for us, and they will try to kill us. If this is what you want, then you may stay with me." Of course he didn't expect her to stick around all the time, but he didn't want her around him if she wasn't ready for some kimd of fight.
Rosemarie knew what would happen to her. She’d have her wings ripped from her back; she’d be relentlessly hit and hurt; she would either be killed, or sent to hell to suffer forever in that ‘special’ place for angels.
“Thank you, all I want is my freedom. I want to be able to leave, to not live in fear of death.” She kissed him back, flashing a very small smile. “I know, Samuel… I know what’s going to happen to me if I get caught. I know they’ll come for me.”
The demon offered a sad smile. He'd make sure she never got hurt. That the truth she knew would never come true.
Samules aidatude changed rather quickly. He knew the places where angels would be. He knew they'd be on the streets helping people. He knew they'd keep a look out for the two of them. But instead of living in fear and retiring to hell, to torment souls, he'd live.
Samule would have the most fun he'd ever had in years and he'd drag Rosemarie along with him. Showing her how to live, what freedom truly was. "Well, let the living start." He waved someone over and ordered drinks, looking to the onve angel to see what she wanted.
She felt a heavy weight lift from her shoulders. Her whole body visibly relaxed as she stepped away from him and sighed deeply. “Thank you Samuel… thank you so much.” She murmured, resting her forehead against his chest and clutching at his clothes.
She glanced up at him as he waved someone over, sliding more into him until their bodies were pressed together. “What do you recommend for a first time drinker?” She asked very quietly, laying her palms flat against his chest as she blinked innocently up at him.
Samule rested a hand on her back holding her close, hoping she wouldn't pull away all of a sudden. Though even if she did he wouldn't mind. She'd asked for her freedom and he'd given it to her. Who woyld he be to take it away now?
The Demon took a moment to think for her question. What was a good first drink? He looked to waiter, raising an eyebrow. "A Tequila Sunrise." They suggested. Samule looked down at Rosemarie. "Sound good to you?" He asked.
Her eyes softened as he held her. In his arms the whole world looked safe and comforting. She couldn’t say what, but something held Rosemarie here with him and drew her closer. She absolutely could not leave. Not after he had gotten to her so much, not after that kiss. She only hoped he kept his promise, for the second she was locked up again, she would leave for sure.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll take a Tequila Sunrise.” She said happily, looking up at Samule and smiling cheekily. “If I get a hangover from this you’re raking care of me.” She told him firmly and playfully. “Don’t let me drink too much.”
Samule grinned, ordered a drink for himself too, "and what if I'm trying to get you drunk?" He handed something to the waiter before they scurried away, off to get their drinks for them.
He didn't bother telling her it was a joke, though it was. Besides that, did he really want to deal with a first time drunk? An angel at that- or at least once an angel.
The demon was positive he might get drunk. Not having actually drank in such a long time. Who knew what his talarince for liquor was now.
"Oh shut it you." she playfully swatted at his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. The angel looked so much more happy now she had her freedom. "If you're trying to get me drunk, then you're going to take care of me when I get a hangover. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, maybe a one night stand? Ask and you might get one. You don't have to get me drunk." She teased, a large flush filling her cheeks as she spoke.
A one night stand with a demon wasn't anything that she had ever thought of until this moment. She covered her face and took in a deep breath.
Samule raised an eyebrow, surprised at her. The way she smiled, then quickly turned red and hid her face. Everything about her was so confusing, and surprising the him. women. he thought, rolling his eyes, how absolutely confusing.
"Who's to say you're not the one wanting a one night stand? Suggesting it as you did." The demon played on her embarrassment. Wondering how far he could push it. And what if that was what he wanted? Well he didn't really know. If fact that hadn't even been what he was thinking, when he'd said what he said.