fleeting scenes and vagrant dreams

[daemon_angelus]

Do you know what it's like to love somebody?

That feeling... Of wanting to be with someone all the time, every second of the day, night, month, year, eternity, and even An's whip can't make you think twice and repent -

You'd do whatever you can to put that smile on their face, the one that shines like the sun through autumn leaves and says so much in just one quirk of their lips - forgiveness, happiness, kindness, compassion, all bundled and jumbled, a beautiful mess of truth -

You feel like you can do anything when you're with them. And some financial advice.

Do you?

People have said they loved me. Like you wouldn't believe, know, fathom, so many throwing themselves at my feet, some trying to throw me in a cage (I realllly doubt that is love; obsession, Gil supplies with a cackle), others lavishing me with riches, oils, spices, jewels, more maidens, unlimited credit cards and mansions -

I wonder if I loved any of them. I wonder if I am capable of feeling, knowing, love. I was not born (created, changed, crafted) to love, I am a demon of the order Incubi.

So I wonder.

What is it with this... New boy. Man. Demon. Succubus.

Arthur.

He intrigues me. He does not run but he is not to be captured, to be held and mollycoddled and pampered and caressed. He stings, and scratches, and fights, and snarls, and curses at me, his master (formally speaking). Bares fangs and whips his tail and his acid green eyes spit venom and spice and, and... Defiance.

Ha. Haha.

Is that it then?

He is not easily charmed and swayed, not with physique, not with dark, chocolate words. He fights, in a world with no rules, with nothing familiar and nothing he understands.

He dances in and out of reach, the devil in the pale moonlight. You see his smile and his grin, the shine and lure in his eyes, and then he is gone. Gone from your vision, he haunts your dreams and nightmares.

Or is it just... Mine?

I wonder, I wonder, curiouser and curiouser, how far down am I in the rabbit's hole.

blue eyes and sharp teeth, daggers in the night --

Oh, I look forward to seeing you again, my dear Arthur.

...I missed writing Inc!Al.