Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Crackling worries

Mammon had been possessed by another demon.

"Thanks for inviting us Luka! We haven't had a bonfire in aaages," Claude jabbered for the other two as he munched on a s'more made by Sorra.

Mammon had been possessed by another demon.

"Claude, stop speaking with food in your mouth! If any of that s'more falls out, I'm throwing you in the fire," she threatened, pointing the slightly-seared stick at the blond. "Luka, aren't you gonna' have one?"

Mammon had been possessed by another demon.

"Luka?"

Sorra had prodded my right shoulder with the hot beige stick, stirring me from my brown study. "What? No...I'm alright."

"I smell a lie."

"No dipshit, you smell smoke. And Luka I'm gonna' make you one anyway, you haven't even had one s'more."

I smiled at her faintly before my eyes mused the swelling orange fire, fingers shifting along the rough bark of the deceased tree we were sitting on. Fire sparks had left the fire, like a bird with its nest when it had come of age, and dispersed into the night sky. Poorly-lit trees surrounded us like a belt, leaving the ones behind it to blend in with the blackened sky. The glade was redolent of smoke at ignition, but our noses, after endeavouring to filter it out, had gotten used to it.

My mind was a mess, scattered around and unable to be raked; I felt exhausted, mentally.

"Here, Luka." Sorra handed me the s'more whilst the blond gaped at it ravenously. I pressed the two graham crackers together, squishing the toasted marshmallow. Usually, my appetite would surface when I saw food, but not today—my worries controlled the sphincter muscles of my stomach. "Eyes to yourself Claude!"

I nibbled on the amply-sweet sandwich as Sorra snatched more marshmallows from the packet, and singed them. I looked over at the other two after the raven-haired's laugh had entered my ear—they were sitting on a fellow departed tree at right angles to our one. Mammon was goading the fire with a thick branch whilst Nikolai chuckled, his hand threading through his dark brown hair. I stared at the raven-haired longingly, and tuned out the conversation between Sorra and Claude. He looked beautiful, even when deficiently irradiated.

I didn't want to lose him. Perhaps, we did defy the beliefs of others: we strode away from the scrupulous path built for us by others, but I wasn't going to allow this to be my punishment.

"Luka," the woman said, throwing her left leg over the tree, and then rejigging the black and gold bomber jacket under her. "I have a psychotic family, I gave Claude a broken finger, and...I still sleep with a teddy bear."

I furrowed my brows as I took another small bite, as though it would aid my mind instead. It was clear that they were playing two truths, and a lie, but they all sounded irrational. "You gave Claude...a broken finger?"

"Nope, the lie was that I still sleep with a teddy."

"You actually gave Claude a broken finger!?" I exclaimed languidly.

"Yeah she did," the blond interjected with a gloomy voice as he curled his right index finger, "and it was my good finger too..."

"It happened when we first met. He was drunk, and hitting on me so I..." Sorra pushed down on her index finger, the gold signet ring imposing a limit on how far it went. Her finger was bleached as the lines at the bends of her finger reddened.