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"How it went? Did he tell you to politely fuck off?"
Victor waited for an answer. Or any reaction honestly speaking. Any reaction would be good at this point - he can't even remember how many times he spoke this question.
Will you...
May I...
Your hand...
Do you love me?
Always with a smile. Always with little bit of laugh in his eyes. It's not serious, isn't it? It's just a joke...
...it's not a joke and we both know it.
"Quite the opposite actually."
"Oh?"
William doesn't even look at him.
As usual. Victor is just a "filthy demon" after all, isn't he?
"Honestly."
He did not expected to hear this voice, he did not expect it at all. Much less - to meet the stare of the yellow-green eyes.
Like cold peridots amongst the colored glass...
"This is very impolite to ask such kind of a question without accompanying it with a gift - a symbol of commitment."
"Isn't it just a formality?"
"Aren't you demons all about formality?"
Victor bows his head with a smile.
"What did he ask for?"
Victor leaned back lifting his eyes up towards the ceiling.
"Just a one simple thing yet the only thing that I can't acquire without actively trying to."
...how curious.
"And what gift..." Victor gestures, looking for right words " ...would you like to see from me? Gold? Jewelry? The moon from the sky?"
"Just for the smallest of things." William pretends to not notice a wide smile on the young demon's face. "A one single white feather from your wings."
Woman loudly laughed.
"Now that's a burn! I'm sorry dear, seems like you're not getting that sassy ass anytime soon."
"Well, some things are worth waiting for, miss Spears."
Victor is shocked for a moment but quickly regains his composure.
"Is this what you really want?"
"This is the only thing my heart desires. Why, is this too much to ask of you, demon?"
...do I love you?
Victor shake his head.
The proof that I value your trust. The proof that I care about your worries. The proof that I am no longer a demon.
"Not at all. This is indeed the littlest of things."
"So be it then."
William finally found files we was looking for and moved towards the door.
"When I bring you what you want..."
The reaper stopped.
"...may I ask then for your hand and heart?"
"You may ask for my hand, yes."
"But your heart?"
He turned his head back with a soft smile.
"Why, it's already yours."