90 Tired

It was still dark when they went outside. The cold damp pavement made their steps sound crisp. It was quiet, and void of the quickly paced people one would see in the day. It was just that the stray cats down one alley made the feeling of emptiness a little less apparent.

"She slipped Benzodiazepines into her drink." Asrael looked strangely at the bus he was about to board with Little Red. "Why?"

Little Red sighed and looked at him, "you've lived longer, shouldn't you know better than me?"

"It's different." Asrael shook his head dismissively as he followed behind her to step onto the bus. In front of him, Little Red drew a 10 dollar bill from her coat pocket, handing it to the conductor. Asrael couldn't tell the worth of it, and if he ever did, it would have changed due to inflation.

"The two were friends right?" Little Red glanced at him once before leading him towards the back.

"They were, or Chrysanthemum thought so at least." Asrael suppressed the disgust he felt as he thought of it. It was laughable though, because in a sense, he was just like Bethany. Yet, even when thinking like that, he couldn't understand her motive. "It should have been obvious... Bethany's words were always so passive aggressive."

Little Red found a seat and Asrael moved next to her, his eyes not straying from her thoughtful expression. "I can guess."

"Then guess."

"I'm basing this on Bethany's energy. Think of it as a spur of the moment action with malicious intention. we don't think much like mortals do. Those chaotic actions with no thought process, that's something they often can't help."

Asrael lamented upon that statement as he was reminded of Hazuna. He smiled a bit, not intending to disprove Little Red's belief. He looked into her clear eyes a moment. "Even towards friends?"

"Those two... Their energies are conflicting, although it doesn't seem like an unusual combination to me, the problem lies with Bethany's energy."

"Then what's the problem?" Asrael leaned his head back on the back rest, tired. Tired of being angry, tired of being lonely, and tired of being empty. "I mean, what do their energies look like?"

She glanced at him, feeling just as tired. "I won't bother with the description, just the feeling. The brunette, spite and envy. The blonde, I guess, is serenity, or peace... I suppose though, those words don't do justice to how beautiful her energy is."

"Serenity, and peace." He whispered with closed eyes. That sounded about right. "And yours?"

Her eyelids grew heavy as she thought about it. Her voice was quiet and her words enigmatic. "A small candle, cold to the touch, but it's lit by an eternal flame. Still... I always wonder how a candle is so cold even while it's burning."

Asrael peaked at her out one eye, and then spoke softly. "You're crazy."

She gave no response, as if accepting the statement to be true. She didn't know why, but somehow, the bus motor sounded tired too.

Her hair was a rusty red under the passing light of lampposts through bus windows. It was wavy, like unruly fire as it fell from her shoulders, and with it's lightly curled ends just barely reaching her waist.

Her emerald eyes turned towards Asrael, his skin was smooth like porcelain. When he smiled his dimples would show, but they didn't do well in distracting from his cold gaze. Only, it didn't seem to be as cold lately.

His hair was so blonde it was almost white, very different from his brother, whose hair was brown. The neatness of it made her want to mess it up.

Once she heard his even breathing, she realized he was asleep. With a bitter smile, she whispered, "Asrael, you're becoming too trusting."