oh baby, I have not been kind
He'd nipped her and playfully danced away from her, his eyes bright. But her gaze stayed on Merry.
His wings slowly lost their flashy little flare and his eyes dimmed, his expression falling until it was left blank with his wings limp at his sides. He lifted them and folded them back in, straightening and standing still.
And she wasn't good enough for anyone anymore.
What the fuck was he? Chopped liver?
She came back to him with a false little smile and he turned his face as she told him he should go, should enjoy the evening. That's what he'd wanted to do with her. Have a good time, go out and dance. See her smile again. Hear her laugh a little. Have fun.
It wasn't going to happen.
He stayed still as she tucked her face into his shoulder. She didn't seem to like that he'd called her baby, following it with how meaningless it is coming from him. That he doesn't mean what he says, doesn't feel any real emotion. She neatly shoved him in the bag of shitheads she'd dated as if he were just the same. Yeah, great company. He'd clearly made a wonderful impression. Maybe he'd smiled too much or been too damn happy to be with her. His bad.
Everything was so damn hard lately. Nobody was happy anymore. It was exhausting, so draining, and he'd been looking forward to a night where things could finally be light-hearted and fun. Happy at least for a couple hours or so. She'd rather be miserable though, and he'd rather not. He wasn't going to stay and listen to this. Maybe he was a shit guy in her mind but he was a goddamn beautiful catch to others and he deserved better.
So he held still as she kissed over his jaw and his cheek, pulled his head away as she got nearer to his nose and mouth. Go on, have fun, she urged him, dismissing him again and sending him away. Yeah. Gladly. The party had barely started and he fully intended on righting this mood, finding someone that would actually enjoy him beside her, glow under his undivided attention. He'd just find his sexy Umbra. She'd be sure they had a good time.
"Yeah, see ya," he offered hollowly as he turned and walked away, searching the thoughts in his head for the girl that would appreciate him, make it all better. Damn the fucking night if he didn't have a great time at a party like this. Wasn't about to let anything ruin it for him. He needed a good time and he'd have one.
I wish I could scrape away the dirt that's on my mind