#oc drabble
The warm feeling in his chest radiated a soothing calm as he watched his friends clamor around his apartment. He wasn’t really talking to anyone, but he was glad that they were there.
Wesley’s eyes flitted from the small group who bobbed and weaved between one another, the decorations slowly climbing the walls and the plastic tree stuck in the corner. Glitter covered ornaments shined as the last of the sunlight clung to the room, each ray slowly losing grip on the room. The sun brushed a gentle warmth over the apartment, the last bit of warmth that almost made things seem normal.
Like she wasn’t truly gone.
The thought was only there for a moment as his coarse hand slipped over his shirt, his palm resting on his chest above the heart that shattered and crumbled, dark onyx eyes falling to the coffee mug gripped in his free white-knuckled hand.
“Wes,” The gruff voice was gentle as another body settled onto the couch next to him, a hand finding his shoulders that seemed to send an electric current straight through the tanned man’s worn down body. Obsidian eyes flicked away from the cold coffee that Wesley was too tightly holding. Beside him was one of her friends… Ian was tall, cocoa skinned with honey colored eyes that never lost their kindness.
“How about I take short-stack for the night? James and I don’t have anywhere to be, you need sleep.” The older twin’s voice was hushed as to avoid drawing the attention of the others, his brother James who was holding Courtney over his head as she topped the tree, auburn hair tied into a knot at the base of her skull. Near the kitchen archway was Taylor, a curvy collage student who held the small bundle in question, green eyes on the young infant’s face as she cooed…
“I don’t know, I need to get used to it– I’ve heard the first few months are the worst–”
“They are, trust me. But Fallon wouldn’t want you to do it alone. We’re right down the hall if something happens or you miss her.” Ian gently squeezed Wesley’s shoulder before he stood. “Just think on it,” The pair met eyes once more before Wesley let his head bow. The mention of Fallon hurt… But thanks to the friends that they– he had now, because of her, he would be just fine.
Their daughter would be okay too.
“I’m proud of you,”
The voice was gentle, a whisper on the nonexistent wind that made the tanned skinned man grow ghostly pale, his grip on the mug’s handle slipping as the half filled ceramic tumbled towards cheap hardwood floors. Dark hued eyes flicked up to the others who occupied the flat to see if they had heard hervoice as well. The hairs stood up on his neck, his chest became painfully tight- tears brimmed his eyes as anguish washed over the young single father.
‘Please, just go away–’
The images that flashed in his mind’s eye only served to drive the stake further into his chest, his breathing was labored and panicked as his back slumped, eyes shutting tight to try and cut off any further games his mind would play.
She had been stunningly beautiful, with pale honey skin, dark red hair that held the waves of the ocean in them, while her crystalline blue hues never ceased to carry wonder and imagination. Her laugh was melodious, her voice a song all its own. But that’s what she had been.
Hehadto remember that, for their daughter. For their little Nova.
“I don’t have time to waste for the likes of you. Leave.” Without a second glance, she turned away and left the room, leaving two flabbergasted guests and one amused man behind.
Chuckling, the young man stood from his seat, a charming smile tugging at his lips while his eyes remained unmoved. “She has such a nice temper, don’t you think?”
When his dark gaze fell on them, the guests shivered. “Unfortunately I don’t.”
The dark haired man let his hands rub together, dark chocolate hues held a storm just behind the glassy surface as the door that the blonde woman had fled from slammed. The silence that lingered after that was only broken as their guests shifted to stand. Rowan’s parents who had ever so rudely insulted the young woman whose talents in Luciel’s eyes, were endless. Then, they continued to belittle the blonde who worked for everything she had in the small one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t much, nor what her parents, Alyssa and James were used to. After they had disowned the young woman seven years ago, Rowan had struggled to get back onto her feet, to find her way.
The one bedroom apartment was just one of the steps she had taken, the bookshop that had been flooded with guests every day since opening was one of the larger ones.
It had been six months ago that the older couple had reached out to Rowan and sought to mend the bridge that they themselves had severed.
“Now, I do believe you were told to leave,” Luciel purred out, the energy in the room only seeming to grow more and more hostile as his gaze shifted from human to blood thirsty, his brown eyes shifting into a gold rimmed crimson.
“What are you-” The older woman demanded as horror curled in her stomach, her white handbag gripped like a life line.
“I’m the devil in your princess’s bed.” Luciel growled out before the lights blacked out, the sound of large wings flapping causing Alyssa and James to flinch back and grab for one another, the darkness and chill of the apartment soon replaced with heat and blinding light.
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“Luc?” Rowan’s once angry voice called as she returned from the outside, blue eyes tinted red and her face puffy from crying, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke carrying on the leather jacket she had taken hostage from her fiance.
“I’m here, princessa,” Came the deep voice, the olive skinned man sat upon the once inhabited couch, reclining. His clothes were in distress and his hair mussed, brown eyes held a darkness the blonde wasn’t a stranger to. Carefully she approached, sliding into his lap and curling within the devils protective arms. The only hint of what he had done- where he had taken them to visit, was the faint smell of burning ash and a single color void feather that sat on the floor feet away from them.
