An Attempt

Azalea. “What a bundle of sunshine,” I mumbled irritably as I half threw the remote onto Dante’s lap. “Is there anything else I can get you, master? What shall your poor little slave do next to please you?” Dante’s face darkened suddenly, his eyes flicking toward me. He remained still for a long moment as if considering something. The look he gave me...It wasn’t anger or irritation, if anything, I couldn’t exactly place it, but it made my heart pick up its beat and my breath hitch slightly. I had no idea where that came from, until he finally growled in his usual, irritated tone, “You could open the windows before I suffocate in here. All I can smell is what probably is Ryder’s dirty socks and stale popcorn. I rolled my eyes, crossing the space of the theatre, and tore open the curtains. Golden hues of light splashed across the room, and onto Dante, who scrunched up his face and cursed. “What?” I asked innocently, while purposefully pushing the curtains open even wider to expose him to