This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
Rasim was a nervous wreck. After he took a quick shower he was now questioning everything as he looked himself over in the mirror.
His skin was a very light periwinkle and his hair was a silvery white. No where near human in skin tone, and he could still feel the small horns hidden within his silvery white hair that he forced himself to subdue for nostalgias sake.
He wanted to see how much he's changed from the man she met all those centuries ago...if the nostalgia was still the same for him as it is for her? The door slowly opened and closed with a audible gasp. When he turned around from the mirror he sees Miruku's eyes widen before her knees gave out as she was blushing in embarrassment upon the floor.
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"Miruku..."
"Why...why so sudden?" She's shaking like a leaf as her reddened face turns a deeper shade of scarlet. "Why now, Rasim?"
"I—I...huh," He sees her bitting her lip and he slowly walked over to her. He stopped and silently held out his hand. She didn't look at him even as she took his hand. With minimal effort he hoisted her up onto her feet and pulled her close. She gasped and was shaking.
Rasim didn't know if it was love, or fear of what was going to happen with their impending conversation...it was slowly tearing him apart.
He gently held her hand and weaved his fingers through her hair near her neck. She placed her right hand against his chest and gripped the fabric of his robes ever so slightly as her voice was meek and lowly with sniffling unshed tears.
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"Rasim...I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked that I..."
Rasim held her closer and more intimately against himself and whispered.
"No...I'm the one who should me sorry. I overreacted...badly, and I caused you unnecessary grief."
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