Bright Night [Clockwise Dream]

The night was glimmering as always. It was New Year's Eve, so while the cold could Pierce through and numb one's face like hundreds of needles, people actually crowded the streets and filled the shops, those opened for the holidays at least. The one Deith stood in front of was, strangely, not one of those.

A puff of breath wafted through the air. He stood in front Of Angels and Demons, which was not an overly, but a constantly, busy bar. But unlike the dim lights it usually emitted, nothing but darkness came out of the ground floor. Surely, though, the upper floor was not as empty. Deith stared at the building from outside, his breath continuously blurring the sight but did nothing about it. He pulled his right hand out from the pocket of his coat, already holding his phone.

"I hope you're free tonight because I'm right outside your place right now," he typed in, and sent it to Samael a few seconds later. And then he shoved both hands into his pockets once more, and buried his lower face into the knitted black scarf around his neck.

He would've waited in his car, but he had parked it a couple of blocks away from here, not wanting to announce his arrival noisily with the low roar of its engine. And so he stood there, waiting for a redhead to come out of the door directly leading upstairs.
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The door opened, and Deith took a step back, thinking it was already Samael only to get disappointed that it was someone else who almost bumped into him. Surprised, he didn't even manage to offer a greeting before the young man disappeared into the streets. Deith followed his form as it became smaller and smaller in the distance, eventually snapping out of that as the door opened once more.

"'What's up?' Really?" he grinned at Samael's direction, an eyebrow raised. "It's New Year's Eve, that's enough reason for me to be here, right?" And there's Samael's birthday, too, which was technically a few more hours ahead of them. "Seeing your brother made me feel less guilty for wanting to drag you away from here. Means I wasn't disrupting... too much."

The idea still caused an ache in his chest, however, which lasted only for a moment. Even without him, Samael wasn't going to be alone. And that was good. He had his whole family with him, and they were such a beautiful family too, and Deith have already grown fond of all of them. He had half-expected that Samael couldn't spend time with him tonight, especially since he didn't say anything in advance. And knowing this time that it wasn't the case, Deith was light with relief. He was beginning to wish he wasn't always alone, but he was, in truth, always alone without Samael.

Besides, he had some plans for tonight and all of those would go to waste if they couldn't go out.

"So. Dinner?" he asked, as indifferently as he could make it sound, probably to hide that inner anxiety he felt.
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"My car's... somewhere around here..." Deith chuckled as he absentmindedly placed his hands near his lips, so he could blow some warm air on them. His fingertips were beginning to feel cold. "I really planned to... not let you know I was gonna drop by. In case my timing's bad, I could've just walked away without you even knowing I was here!" he added, returning the man's grin. "But anyways, we should definitely go to the car. It's too cold to walk around for too long."

Deith led the way, and as he began his strides, his restless hands began to clutch and rub his upper arms. The car waited for them a couple of blocks away, camouflaged in the dark, at least until Deith took out the remote key and pressed it, causing two loud beeps to echo in the cold air as the headlights blinked once. He hurried inside and turned the heater on immediately as he waited for Samael to get in as well.

He tilted his head, his eyes searching for the other's. "So, any requests or ideas where we could go, or would you be okay wherever I'm planning to take you?" he smiled.
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"Hey," Grinning, Deith shrugged, "I just thought I should at least consider if you feel like going anywhere specific." He started the engine and placed his hand back on the wheel and began to drive. "But of course I have a plan. What kind of guy would do... this without anything in mind? Definitely not a charming one like me."

Deith snickered. The heater was helping him relax, since his body didn't have to be so rigid while warm, and even that had an effect to his mental state, somehow.

"Oh, but since you're letting me choose the place... don't complain." The image of a bright European-themed shop entered Deith's head. He loved that place, considering it had lovely main dishes and pastries. He sped up a little, turning for the road that headed to that restaurant-and-café. It took a couple of minutes before he parked the car once more, just in front of the elegant shop that seemed to be sparkling when viewed from outside through the glass walls. As expected, there were lots of people inside at the moment, but Deith had made some prearrangements even though the shop didn't usually make reservations.

They headed inside quickly, where it was once again warm and comfortable. The seats in the middle of the shop were cushioned, but those at the sides were already couches. Their table was in a corner, opposite the glass wall......

...

A few minutes had passed. It wasn't midnight yet, so Deith was sure they haven't been here for more than an hour. It was almost midnight though. And as he took small bites from his cheesecake for desserts, his free hand began to move through his pockets in search for that small item he's been carefully hiding the entire night.

He found it soon enough. The small box was hard, and it was pointed in the edges, but the surface was velvet and quite soft against his fingertips. He was silent as he played with that small box in his pocket. He was silent because he was hesitant, and nervous, because for once, he's actually put a lot of effort into a gift, because it wasn't meant only as a birthday present but also...

Deith put his fork down and pulled his other hand out, and rested it on the table where Samael can't miss it. He was handing him a small green box. "Samael," he smiled, despite the anxiety causing his brows to wrinkle some, "happy birthday."
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