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Whumpril 2024

Day 4 - Swaying

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Mentions of Trauma

- Slightly Suggestive (NO NSFW)

Enjoy!

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Amne brushed her hair, glancing at the mirror ever so often.

A birthday party, Lua had said, but this seems more important.. more extravagant.

Maybe Lua just liked big parties.. or this was forced on them..

Either way, Amne was pretty much forced into it too, since she was sitting in a dress far too fancy for a simple party.

However, she wasn't exactly complaining. The dress was gorgeous, far more than anything she had ever worn before. The black base with the red accents was beautiful, but she was still dreading this party.

Even if Celestial managed to be a place where nothing could harm you, Anne's anxiety somehow surpassed that. The amount of people that would be there.. people that she didn't know.

Amne finishes brushing her hair, and sets the brush down. Looking at herself in the mirror is surreal. She doesn't look like herself, but she hasn't really since she got here.

Amne proceeded to wait patiently. The only good thing was that Silas would be there with her. He always managed to make things less scary, less stressful..

That boy was truly an angel. He was so sweet, caring, understanding.. it almost caused her nostalgia every time they interacted, or maybe more a sense of deja vu..

Amne perks up suddenly as she hears a knock on the door.

"It's open." She calls out a bit.

The door opens silently, and Silas pops his head in, looking a bit flushed as he states at her.

"Y-you ready.?" He asks, stuttering a bit at the beginning.

Amne manages a small smile and a nod. She stands up and exits the comfort of her room, joining Silas I'm the hallway.

Finally seeing him makes her own face flush. She can't deny that along with his amazing personality, he's also very attractive, especially in a suit matching her dress..

Fuck, no Amne, no relationships, none of that, not anymore..

Amne breathes deeply, composing her racing mind.

"You uh, look great.!" Silas says, smiling awkwardly.

Amne widens her eyes a bit. "Thanks.. so do you."

Silas nods, and extends his arm.

"What are you-" Amne asks before Silas interrupts.

"It's called being a gentlemen," He says. "No, but seriously, it's just to help you walk, I can't imagine it's easy to walk in such a long dress."

Amne nods, feeling silly. "Right.." She says as she links her arm with his, letting him guide her away..

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Reaching the main ballroom takes almost no time, and it suddenly reminds Amne of why she never was a party kind of person.

Even with how big the place is, it seems packed to the brim. So many angels.. demons.. and even mixes of them pack up the room almost entirely.

Amne feels the suffocation in the room, and it's enough to make her feel uneasy. A squeeze from Silas brings her back to reality as he looks at her, his usually happy face vanishing for a second.

"It's pretty crowded.. will you be fine in here.?" He asks. "It's okay if you're not, I just-"

Amne sighs. "I don't know.." She says, looking around. "I'll have to test it out for a bit first."

Silas nods. "Yeah, we can do that, just.. don't wander off."

Amne gives him a look. "I'm not a child, Silas."

"Your Uncle told me, in very unagressive words that I had to keep you comfortable all night, so that's what I'll do." Silas replies staring straight ahead.

"Of course he did.." Amne grumbles. "Don't let Zaaron scare you, he wouldn't hurt you."

Silas raises an eyebrow. "It wasn't him, it was Roman."

Amne perks up. "Oh, I just assumed-"

"No no, it's alright, I get it, you're not used to, uh.." Silas starts.

"Communicating with my dead uncle?" Amne asks.

"Not.. that wording, but basically, yeah." Silas responds.

Amne nods. "Wanna.." She stops, sighing in frustration. "Oh for fucks sake, what the hell are we doing?"

Silas raises his eyebrows in surprise. "What do you-?"

"This isn't me, hell, this is not us." Amne remarks. "We aren't party people.. not at all."

Silas frowns. "Yeah, I guess we really aren't.."

Amne taps her foot before getting an idea.

"Hey, you don't still happen to have the key to the old ballroom, do you?" Amne asks Silas.

Silas nods slowly. "Yeah.. I do, why.?"

"Well, there's our escape." Amne states, beginning to walk away as Silas scurried behind her.

The old ballroom wasn't used anymore, for some odd reason, but somehow, Silas has access to it. Amne recalls him telling her about it a while back, how he would go there when things got too overwhelming.. An outlet of sorts.

Even if Amne couldn't imagine a day where Silas wasn't.. Silas, she was glad that at least there was some place in the castle unoccupied..

And maybe the idea of being alone in a room with him excited her more than she would admit.

Amne cleared her head as Silas opened the door to the ballroom, and immediately Amne was caught off guard.

The ballroom was gorgeous, yes, but that wasn't the reason. Even with all the shades of blue and gold, the thing that stood out to Amne the most was the stained glass portraits.

There were eight of them, all along the walls. Amne could point out the ones that looked like Lua, and Silas..

But the one that stood out the most looked exactly like her.

'Uh, how long has that been there.?" Amne asks, pointing at the portrait with a concerned look.

Silas smiles. "Oh yeah, that got here a little bit after you did!"

Amne deadpans. "Right.."

Silas laughs. "I get it, this all must be really weird and new for you."

Amne nods slowly. "Weird is an understatement.."

Silas urges Amne over to a door, opening it to reveal a balcony. As they both step out onto it, Amne feels her heart flutter.

"So.. I don't mean to push you or anything, but you never told me about your life.. before Celestial.." Silas tarts, sounding unsure.

Amne sighs. "Yeah.. I guess I haven't." She looks at Silas. "I can't remember much.. honestly.."

Silas nods in acknowledgment. "I figured.. but I think you do remember something.. or someone."

Amne raises an eyebrow. "What-?"

Silas shrugs. "Sorry, that came out wrong, it's just.. when I was with you for the first couple of nights after you got here.. you were always mumbling about people in your sleep.."

Amne feels her heart stop momentarily. "I-I was..?"

Silas nods. "I didn't want to say anything.. I figured you were already dealing with a lot of new adjustments.. I just.. can't forget what you said.."

Amne turns to him. "What did I say.."

Silas sighs. "Mostly incoherent things, little bits here and there.. but you constantly said a name.."

Amne stops, looking down. "Kaiden, I said Kaiden, didn't I.?"

Silas looks over at her. "You did, how did you-"

Amne's face pales, and she takes a deep breath. "He's-.. someone I was close with.."

Silas frowns. "Like a partner?"

Amne nods, her hands shaking. "For a while, yeah, but we ended a bit before my.. accident." She closes her eyes. "I remember dreaming a lot about him when I first got here, he was always.. so sad, so.. empty.." Amne opens her eyes, looking up at the dark sky. "I miss him sometimes.. but he's also the reason I'm here.."

Silas nods silently, just listening. Amne works up the courage to continue speaking.

"Actually.. you remind me a lot of him.. or, who I thought he was.." She says. "When we first met, he was like you, happy-go-lucky.. sweet.. loving.. the whole gist.." Amne sighs. "But you two aren't the same, I know that, I know he isn't here.." Amne turns to Silas once again. "But you are."

Silas perks up, surprised. "Amne, I-"

Amne seems to get closer to Silas. "You've been here with me through every challenge so far, and you did it because you wanted to."

Silas hands slightly hover over Amne's waist, the temptation to pull her in strong. "I had to help you, I just had the urge.."

Amne looks up at him. "But why.?"

Silas lets out a breath. "I think it's because.. I love you.."

Amne gives a subtle smile. "Then what are you waiting for..?"

Those words are the last thing spoken as the two finally push past their own hesitation. Silas pulls Amne in, kissing her as if she would disappear at any moment. His hands keep a firm hold on her waist as Amne's hands automatically travel into his hair, the way they always have.

Amne is backed up against the wall, helplessly trapped by someone she always claimed was only a friend.

In reality, how could they ever just be friends.?

The once passionate kisses turn sloppy as things begin to get heated. They both feel the desperation to be closer.. to be up against one another, without an inch of space between them. They could only go so long without love, starved to the point of ravishing the smallest amount of love they could get their hands on.

They were meant to find each other, that was for sure, and nothing could separate them.

"AHEM."

Amne freezes up at the sound, feeling Silas tense up as well. They both turn to the door, the one they'd forgotten to lock, but to be fair, neither of them expected the night to go this way.

Lua stood in the doorway, looking a mix of disappointment, anger, but most of all, disgusted.

Amne slightly nudges Silas away from her as they both straighten themselves out awkwardly.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me.." Lua groans. "She just got here a few weeks ago, Silas!"

Silas gets flushed. "What, no, we weren't-"

Lua stomps up to him. "Are you going to lie to my face and tell me you weren't trying to fuck Mrs. Sain-Santos, daughter of psychopathy, over here?!" They yell, pointing at Amne.

"Hey!" Amne shouts back. "Watch it!"

Lua glares at Amne. "Don't even get me started on you!" They turn back to Silas, who still looks incredibly embarrassed. "You, come with me."

Amne crosses her arms. "What about me?"

Lua sighs. "You stay here, and fucking pull yourself together, you look like a mess." With that, they march out of the room, Silas trailing behind looking like a sad puppy.

As soon as the door shuts, Amne loses it.

"Oh Selyna, what did I just do, did I just make-out with a high-rank Angel?! Shit.. What if Zaaron finds out.. or Roman.. oh fuck, I'm so fucked, what was I thinking?!" Amne panics as she paces around the room, pulling her hair from the stress.

She continues to spiral until she hears a commotion start up outside the room. Amne looks at the door, wondering if she should even bother leaving-

The commotion then turns to screams. Amne reacts quickly, rushing out of the room as people run past her in fury. She spots Lua and Silas in the main room, and rushes over to them.

"What the hell's going on?!" She shouts.

Silas looks at her in fear as Lua scans the room.

"Briar and Brennan, that's who." Lua states.

"Am I supposed to know who those people are?!" Amne shouts back as Silas tries to calm her.

Lua turns to Amne. "Did your psycho family at least teach you how to fight?!" They ask.

Amne barely musters up a nod as Lua sighs.

"Good, because we're in for a fucking battle."

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