Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

“I’d rather we just get our food and eat.” He beamed.

Afriel sighed and slumped back in her seat, "alright."

Zackary huffed at her. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

"Nothing." Afriel looked at him, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Unless there's something you want to talk about?"

Zackary smacked his lips together a couple times in thought. “Food is nice.”

"Hm, yes. Yes it is." Afriel sat up as to not hurt her back.

“Food is very nice.” Zackary nodded slowly, agreeing with himself.

"Uh-huh. I think we can go back to being quiet." Afriel laughed slightly.

Zackary glared at her briefly but fell silent. He crossed his hands together and looked off out of the booth.

"Hey I was joking. Talk about your love of food all you want. No ones stopping you."

Zackary shrugged and stayed silent, his eyes grazing the resturant unseeingly. He chewed on the inside of his lip.

Afriel decided not to push him to talk and ended up looking for when the food would arrive.

The waiter looped up and took their orders then walked off, promptly answering Afriel’s question.

Afriel thanked the waiter and once they left, fiddled with a napkin.

Zackary put his hands together again and sighed gently. The table lapsed into silence again.

Afriel sighed and looked back up at Zackary. "So."

Zackary looked at her. “So?”

Afriel sighed, "no we're not starting this again. Nice! Normal! Convsation!"

Zackary shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t do normal very well.”

"I don't think anyone dose after fighting in a war for so long." Afriels tone was soft and she seemed, for only a second, to be back in the war. The fear once again flashing in her eyes.

Zackary grunted and looked down at his battle-worn hands. All the blood he’s spilt and more flashed before his eyes…

(bump debump)

(Oof I thought I respoded sorry!)
"Hey but that's all in the past now." Afriel relutently reached out for his hands and gave a small smile.

Zackary blinked as she took his hands. “Right. In… in the past…” He sighed heavily.

(Oh my gosh so I have this idea! You know how we wanted to switch their rolls in another RP? Well, what if the hole color of the wings fading thing makes Zackarys wings turn white and Afriels wings turn black?)

"We have our entire future to think about now. Screw the past." Afriel laughed lightly, thoughts of the future flooding her mind.

(I was thinking that they both become Fallen Angels/Rising Demons. Or Lesser Nephalems. But I want the ship so baaad)

Zackary smiled at her laugh and nodded. “You’re right.” He squeezed her hands. “What were you thinking we do?”

(Honestly it can be a ship no matter what. Maybe fallen Angels?)

A slight blush came to Afriels cheeks when he squeezed her hands. "I don't know. We can just see where life takes us?"

(Fallen Angels sound good.)

Zackary smiled warmly. “That’s a good idea.” Honestly, Zackary just wanted to kiss her to get the train moving but he didn’t.”

Afriel pulled her hands back and changed the topic. "So, what'd your order?"

Zackary put his hands together and reluctantly pulled away. “I got the fruit salad. What did you get?”