Bells, got to go
“When crimson falls, my dearest one, shall you know the truth… A final breath carried her words to her lover, his tears falling hardest upon her passing.” She paused to wipe her eyes, sniffling at the story. “The end. Making me read these fuckin’ books to you, you bitch.” The words were lighthearted and followed by a chuckle. She closed the book, leaving it to the side before running her hands through the hair of the person on her lap.
“But I like how you make it emotional.” The words were tired, distant, hidden behind a soft curtain of coral hair. The sleepy figure traced small circles on the narrator’s knee. “It feels alive.”
“Dandelion… how can I argue with you.” She chuckles, placing a kiss to the laying head.
They laugh, squeezing her knee. “Angellll, you can’t. You know I’m right.”
“Yes, yes, how smart of you. My pretty flower, impossible to trick. Not like I would want to.” She chuckles again, the breath from her nose warm in ‘Dandelion’s’ hair.
“Mmmmm, my pretty Rose.” ‘Dandelion’ turns to face upright, clear purple eyes staring back at deep brown ones. “Angelic as always.”
“My Maya, mine forever and ever and no one else can have you, no matter what they say.” The words, while gentle, are firm and unmoving. She speaks from her heart and her intention is true.
“Mmmmm my Angelus. I’m only good with words when I write them so let me jus-” She cuts off her own sentence, hands reaching up and pulling gently on Angelus’ neck and face, bringing their lips together in near silence. It’s thrilling, hiding this, whatever this is. Nothing serious, they just like each other.
They really like each other.
Admins might not be Enderians, but her kind still does not like them. The deep seated jealousy of many a millennia is hard to erase when your races can live through many a millennia.
Though, this jealousy is of another kind, one that goes beyond petty rivalries. This jealousy sits deep in her heart, in her soul, her very being. It makes her live and breathe the fact that Angelus is hers and no one will have this except for Maya. She is the Dandelion’s Rose, and they live in the garden of their dreams where the dawn shall always come and the night always stay, so long as they live.
She forgets how to breathe and Angelus’ fingers are on her face, grasping her chin and making her forget her name, who she is, what she is. All that they know is Angelus, and they don’t care. Fuck the world, this is what matters.
Angelus chuckles in that way she does, light and dark all at the same time, carefree and careful, eyes shimmering with mischief. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss, smiling warmly and coolly simultaneously. “What a pretty Dandelion you are, out of breath and flushed.” One of the Angelus’ favorite pastimes was staring into Maya’s rich amethyst eyes, running her fingers through their silken hair, treating every feather of her wings with respect, counting every starry freckle and tracing every scar across their body. If the sky was a work of art, then her Dandelion was an entire gallery.
Maya, lips glistening and cheeks red, could only nod silently, leaving Angel’s lips to quirk in response. That was one of the things she loved about Maya, how she was direct and always made her intentions clear when it came to the most important things. Like how and when they kissed.
Angelus picked Maya up and placed her on the couch where she was just sitting before straddling her waist, earning a few startled sounds. “Angel?-”
The Watcher was silenced again, Angelus grabbing onto Maya’s hair and kissing with a passion stronger than before. Her teeth make quick work of Maya’s lips, knowing that the bruises will show later. Both their breathing is quickened and their complexions flushed.
Clothes wrinkle and lungs empty, and before long, hands start to roam. To her own surprise, Maya freezes, hearing a soft bell in her ear. She frantically pulls away, making Angelus tense in the process. “Shit-”
“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” The Rose masks her concern well, keeping calm in the situation, but that isn’t the issue.
“No, no not you. Bells, got to go.” Maya nearly rolls off the couch, wings tensing as she reaches for her jacket. Her words are tight, a byproduct of the situation and not caused by Angelus herself, but there isn’t time to explain.
Not that Angel needs to hear the words again. ‘Bells, got to go’ always stealing her Dandelion away, though it is inevitable. So, their relationship continues in secret, the Watcher bound by racial duty, the Admin freed by racial privilege. They have this understanding deeper than any others.
It isn’t uncommon for Angelus to pray, no matter if she is the “god” people will believe in. There is always someone higher, someone that they don’t know and may never know. But now, as she watches her love leave, she prays that she would understand how to help her Dandelion not just survive this, but live. Thrive.
Like a true dandelion.