{A Devil's Dream}
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Thread Topic: {A Devil's Dream}
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"You should go grab it, then." He'd decided on something fairly similar to the day before, as he'd have to wear his robe over it anyway. He glanced at the mirror inside of the closet and ruffled up his curly hair a bit so it wouldn't dry flat. "It's supposed to be a little cold today. Well, then again, since Hell is in a constant state of cold, it's a little warm for me, but you... you'll probably want the jacket." He headed for the door and waited in the hallway for Oliver.
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Oliver smiled, shooting up from where he was sitting and walking quickly to his room. He grabbed the red and black Varsity jacket, lifting it up to his face and breathing in the smells deeply before quickly putting it on. He had somewhat of an obsession with Varsity jackets, as his mother had always bought them for him before she left him alone with his father and also because of the fact they helped add another layer of protection. He didn't want anyone knowing what his father did to him, didn't want them to know no matter how tough he acted, he was so vulnerable. He walked back into the hallway, trying to hide the fact that he was thinking about his mother and he was close to tears.
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He noticed the boy's face, and his own became clouded with a look of concern. His hand slipped into his pocket as he headed downstairs. Part of him was curious enough about the jacket to want to try it on, but he reminded himself how terrible that red would look. In the living room, he grabbed his robe from where he'd dropped it and carried it outside, not wanting to wear it yet. Douglas was finally starting to feel hungry. He'd have to stop somewhere with the human for breakfast.
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Oliver kept his head down, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket like he had done with the shirt earlier as he followed Douglas down the stairs. He watched the demon grab his robe and carry it, Oliver trailing right behind him the whole time. He stayed silent, afraid that if he said something his sadness would show and would end up crying in front of the demon, something he didn't want to do at all.
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He could tell that he was hiding something once again. He tried to distract him. "So, what sounds good for breakfast?" After locking the door behind them, he handed the robe to the human then wrapped his arms around his chest. This shirt had been made especially for Douglas, so there were convenient wing slits in the back. He flew both of them down to the sidewalk.
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"Anything is fine," He said softly, taking the robe handed to him. He clung to the demon as they flew down towards the sidewalk, keeping his eyes closed the whole way down. He was glad he wasn't afraid of heights or flying like his mother was. He gritted his teeth, trying to put his mother out of his mind. But,oh,that was all he could think about. If she had stayed, would he be in Hell right now as a slave?
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Part of Douglas was reluctant to let go and take back his robe. He put it on as they walked. "I know this place, I'm pretty sure they have really good crepes. Or so I've heard." They walked along in silence for a few minutes. "What's wrong?" he asked.
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Oliver kept his head down and tugged on his jacket sleeve as they walked. He hated when he started to do that, it made him seem younger than he actually was and gave people the wrong idea. He nodded slowly as the demon talked about crepes, not really paying much attention. His head was somewhere else. He thought for a moment before answering the question. "Nothing. Why would you think something is wrong?" He asked warily, mentally slapping himself for showing his vulnerability.
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"You're pulling on your sleeve. You seem to do that when you're nervous." With his next step, he moved a little closer to him, looking down with worried eyes. "Say what you will, but I don't want you to feel miserable." He stuck his hands in the robe pockets.
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"Do not.." He muttered under his breath, looking up at the demon through his lashes. "It doesn't matter, it's not like you can help.." And it was true, he knew. His mother left because she didn't want him, didn't want to have to deal with Oliver. Oliver stopped tugging on his sleeve long enough to quickly wipe away a tear that had spilled over. He took a shaky breath, shaking his head. "You can't help, doesn't matter." He repeated.
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Douglas's hand slipped out of his pocket and found Oliver's, more to comfort him than out of affection. His thumb came up and gently rubbed the side of the boy's hand. "Maybe I can't, but it's worth a shot." Fortunately, no one was around to see this. His heritage was already deemed shameful enough.
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Oliver would have yanked his hand away as quickly as possible if it didn't give him comfort, but it did, somewhat. He let out a sigh, shaking his head once again. "Like I said, you can't help. My mother left me with my father when I was little, she's gone, I was just thinking about it. It's nothing," While he said it was nothing, his face showed something else, but he wouldn't say it in a million years.
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"I... I can relate, in a way." He looked away, hoping the human wouldn't ask. "And I understand what it feels like, but dwelling on it gets you nowhere." Again, they walked along in silence. Eventually, they reached the cafe Douglas had mentioned.
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Oliver didn't say anything after that, comfortable with his small hand holding Douglas' and neither of them saying anything. He was relieved when they finally reached the cafe, starting to get a little bit hungry himself.
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They sat down at a small table and waited for a moment until a waitress walked over. She looked a lot like an owl, with large, yellow eyes that seemed to be all knowing and a feathery body with arms that probably doubled as wings. The only difference was that her feathers were shades of blue, green, and purple. She brought them each a glass of water, then asked if they wanted anything else to drink. Douglas ordered coffee, black, then looked over at Oliver.
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