darker_london | Breathe Me (Serenity, Razvan)

Serenity was still not over having seen Peter haemorrhage and die in front of her, but she was handling it in the best way she knew how. Playing lots of angry music and painting pictures she wouldn't have shown to her mothers. And then she had received some rather traumatising news from Spectre, regarding her spot in the band if they had to change labels due to the album's late release Then she went in search of something slightly sinister, even if she did trust him completely.

She went in search of Razvan.

Serenity neared his room and she cocked her head to the side when she heard music coming from inside. She didn't knock, afraid that would scare Razvan and make him stop whatever it was he was doing. She opened the door which wasn't locked, why would a demon need to lock his door, and she peered inside.

Razvan was sitting on the end of his bed, playing a guitar. And he was doing quite well, even if it was acoustic and hardly Spectre and Flynn standard. It was still good. "I didn't know you played," she said softly, and that was when Razvan whirled around and glared at her.

"This is my room!" he growled, tossing the guitar onto his bed. He stood and stalked over to her, looming like the demon he was, but Serenity wasn't afraid of him for a second. She stared him down, and it was like the wind went out of his demonic sails and he gave up and looked slightly guilty for looming in the first place.

"Yes it is. And you were playing beautiful music in it," she said, leaning up against the wall. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'm having a shithole of a day and I wanted a friend. I didn't know you were going to be kumbayayaing."

"I was not ku...doing that." Razvan sighed and he looked up at her, his face honest and open. Something he wasn't usually comfortable being around anyone. Serenity was different. She had heard what he was and she hadn't flinched. "Did you really think it was beautiful? My father taught me."

"Did he?" Serenity asked, pleased to see his change in demeanor. "Well he taught you well. Yes, it was beautiful." Razvan looked pleased for a second, and she closed the distance between them and hugged him.

"He lied to me," Razvan whispered to her. "Told me I was an angel. When I found out I wasn't...I was twenty, and I had just sprouted wings in an alleyway. I lost it. Not very angelic."

"But fair enough." Serenity looked up at him, her arms still around him. "That was a horrible thing to do. Did he tell you why?"

"I never asked," Razvan admitted. "I never want to see him again. He's still there when I go to Romania, but I avoid him and he seems fine with that. I think, now that the jig is up and I know what I am, he's not interested anymore. He's an angel and now that I am not for sure...he doesn't want a demon son. But you know...he shouldn't have fucked a demon."

"I guess not," Serenity mused. "I'll tell you what though. I fucked a demon and I liked it."

Razvan's frown turned to a grin and he laughed. "That is an entirely different matter! One I approve of." Razvan let her go and he moved to put his guitar away, hidden deep in his closet. Serenity watched him quietly, enjoying the easy way he moved. He didn't put up a front with her. She liked that she got to see a side of him that, to her knowledge, no one else got to see.

"Okay, now," Razvan turned back to her once his guitar was well and truly hidden. "Why is your day a shithole?"

"I can't stop seeing Peter Kemp in front of me, bleeding into his eyes. It was so fucked up, Razvan. Every time I close my own eyes, I see it. So I painted it to get the image out, but now my room is filled with it." She didn't mention the other stuff. She didn't want Razvan to know. She had a feeling if he knew a record company was threatening her with being removed from her band if she didn't lose weight, he might go apeshit and bust some heads.

"Wow," Razvan raised his eyebrows. "That is pretty shitty."

"Yes. And I want you to distract me." Serenity grinned and then she threw herself onto his bed.

"You're so subtle," Razvan quipped, a laugh in his voice. He crawled onto the bed and immediately, Serenity pulled off his hat and placed it carefully on his bedside table.

"Subtlety is for losers. Do you want me naked, Mr Dumitra?"

Razvan growled low in his throat and then he kissed her neck. "You're right," he said, trailing his tongue up to her ear. "I like you forthright."

"So fuck me," Serenity summed up.

And he did.