"How do you want me to do it? I have no idea how this thing works." His brow turned downward as he scratched his head.
Devlyn stood off to the side, leaning calming against a shaded tree, his hands crossed over his chest. It had been a small family gathering that, of course thanks to the Akumas, had turned into a grand party. Dusk and his mother brought their families along and, of course, had to drag him along too.
The children had tended to stay in one general area, contending themselves to toys of all kinds. The servants rushed around acting as babysitters rather than servers.
Devlyn could have cared less about anyone here, family included, his only slight condolence was Airin. He would never admit it, even to himself, but something deep within stirred whenever she was near him.
"Aw, Cyrus... I really liked that toy." Her small shoulders slumped in disappointment.
He cocked his slightly to the side as he observed the scene in wonder. It was just a toy, a small bird that flew by remote control. . . was it really that important to her?
Despite whatever reason it was, Devlyn found himself pushing off the tree and walking towards them.
"Devlyn? What are you-" Cyrus's question died as he held his hand up to silence the young vampire. He knelt down next to the broken bird, his eyes scanning over the it before reaching out to begin fixing it. He snapped the wing back into place, he took a stray wire and connected it to a blue one found within its neck. The bird twitched slightly before he finished the repairs with a small spark to bring the bird back to life.
"You did it!" He heard Airin laugh in excitement and decided he'd done his good deed for the week.
He stood, averting his gaze from hers as he handed her the bird. "Don't cry over stupid things, Airin," when she took it into her hands he placed his hands in his pockets feeling the need to do something with them. "You're braver than that. Besides, its not even alive."
Without another word he walked off, deciding he needed some place quiet. . . to still the heart that pounded furiously in his chest.
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