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Hi this is my first fanfic im bad at english and it starts out very sappy sorry. fuck it we ball!
It was a warm august afternoon. Branches full of birdsong held the orange sky. Holding Nero’s warm hand tight, Kyrie could see the magic roving underneath from his triceps to the soft blue lights of his fingertips. It travelled fast in time with his excited heartbeat. She squeezed his hand.
“Thank you, Kyrie. It’s just. I didn’t think you’d want to come with me for a concert like this. I guess I really appreciate it.”
Kyrie smiled at him; “I like all the different music you bring home. “
“I don’t deserve you Kyrie.” he leaned down to kiss her shortly and she kissed him back.
He couldn’t believe he was at a warehouse to see a band playing rock, far from the order, still with Kyrie, who had even brought him here. Nero imagined fantasies like this when he was younger, on the high of mainland items he had found and driven to believe he was anywhere else than school, home, the order. Now, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Nobody paid them any mind and they didn’t stand out, Nero could pick out people there with unbelievable styles that could scare any nun away, but Kyrie with her open heart, as always didn’t mind the presence of the crowd at all. He threw an arm around her as they waited for the doors.
Although it made his official job hard, real coordinated demon activity had been near nonexistent for months. Those chilling premonitions hadn’t caught Nero in ages, and it made leaving the island easy. The reprieve felt earned, despite the absence of his family.
As he stood there in the crowd inside. His girlfriend was taking in all the new impressions when she noticed how equally out of place, yet happy he must feel. He was so far from that moody mysterious boy she had fallen in love with because he had the strength to dislike the whole world, they had breached the distance and she was able to fall in love with the version of him that was at ease with himself. Who could love her back wholly. He was still stubborn enough to fight the whole world when she couldn’t, and she could handle challenging situations when he couldn’t, as he might never get over his awkwardness around people, and further, even he could waver in his convictions, over and over again, even though he knew what was right.
She just needed to hold his hand. She felt how much they both had matured in becoming comfortable with one another. Nero gave her the broadest smile, and she thought she might live forever with this awkward and handsome man. They could do anything together to complete each other’s lives.
She was sure she had made the right phone call before leaving Fortuna, but even still, she held her breath at the times when the singer spoke between each song. What if she hurt him by this? She thought she knew Nero, but he also often surprised her with issues she couldn’t know about. Albeit that was almost always problems from devil hunting - A part of his life she couldn’t truly take part in. But when it shook him she was always there to pick him up.
So lost in thought, she wasn’t paying attention to the music at all, holding her breath every time the singer spoke. He would sing so differently from the holy praises. It wasn’t harmonic, it was filled with so much emotion like she had only heard from people when they started to cry. But his speaking voice was rough like he was recovering from battle with sound itself. Maybe that is what drew Nero to their sound.
Then it came: “Now folks, we got a call from a special little lady. And we haven’t done this before so im a little nervous. But here goes, and this is very special, she wanted to let her boyfriend know a little something.” Kyrie’s heart was pounding in her chest as she turned to Nero, he smiled back at her and she could tell he didn’t understand yet. “Her special guy is you Nero. And she wants, and frankly we’d like to know too, if you’d want to marry her.” This made Nero’s eyes and mouth turn wide and he smiled wider than she had ever seen before. “But hey no pressure, this is a big deal Nero, you better take care of that wonderful girl you got.”
He seemed to hesitate looking at her for a second, then he took her hand in his, and as it glowed brightly he raised it as people cheered, then he kissed her and the room erupted in supportive yells, he must have heard the band in there. Breaking the kiss, he whispered to her face “I do, Kyrie.”. “Well there you have it folks! We play this one for you.” The band started playing again, it didn’t sound like a traditional lovesong, but Kyrie thought anything now might be romantic, and everything about Nero was. Before long, people around them stopped paying attention to them and looked to the band instead. They slow danced in the middle of the bouncing crowd to the final songs and then walked to the van, and never once did they let go of each other.
The atmosphere in the van felt like Christmas morning. “I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you, Nero.” “It’s unbelievable you planned this trip for us and even this. This is just. Thank you. I love you so much Kyrie.”. And as they wondered how their life would change, and how to tell people the obvious, Nero was solemnly reminded that he did not have to tell the two people that made up his family.
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nero ghost arm idea @yelldeadcellvrremix: https://www.tumblr.com/yelldeadcellvrremix/775062287593668608/cons-of-having-nero-grow-his-arm-back-has-zero?source=share
edit: looks like the link doesnt work. Their cool idea was that Nero has to consciously manifest his right arm, human or not. in my mind that keeps it looking and feeling a little different and less natural.
i did not draw anything for this chapter but i have something related: